Chapter 2661 Wasteful Goods, Don't They Know How to Leave Some Money?

"I still have a king rooster at home, have you forgotten?"

"Are you all done with your lives?"

"Let's eat first and then talk about it."

A burly man stood up and shouted, "We've just started to enjoy the food, and now it's all gone? That won't do!"

Upon hearing this, his companions were all shocked.

They knew about the burly man's family situation.

We got married last month, and all the chickens in the house were eaten, except for one king chicken that was left.

This Fire Spirit Chicken King would be an extremely precious treasure in any family.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone out to search for the Chicken King after it ran away.

Now you're even going to kill the King of Chickens? You're insane!

Moreover… someone glanced at a young woman standing nearby and whispered.

Will your wife agree?

But to everyone's surprise, the young woman stood up and said something the next second.

"Honey, I'll go get the chicken."

"Women are still the best."

Upon hearing this, the burly man immediately laughed loudly and nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that someone had even brought out the King of Chickens, the others had even less hesitation.

They all went home to catch chickens and add them to their dishes.

Before long, many more fire spirit chickens were brought into the kitchen, one of which was ridiculously large.

It is more than twice the size of other Fire Spirit Chickens, making it undoubtedly the so-called Chicken King.

Many members of the Barbarian God Clan hadn't had enough to eat, and Ye Changqing didn't waste any words, quickly getting busy at the stove.

The second batch of dishes was quickly cooked and served.

This time, everyone was more experienced and didn't give the old clan chief a chance to speak.

He was just about to get up and say something.

"Gentlemen, I'd like to say a few words..."

Before he could even open his mouth, the other clansmen in the courtyard had already begun to feast eagerly.

Don't you know what time it is? Who's going to listen to your nonsense?

No one paid any attention to him, and the old patriarch blushed and sat down again in a huff.

The son, who was eating with his mouth full of oil, mumbled something indistinctly.

"Dad, you're so old, how can you still be so immature?"

"You unfilial son, what did you say?"

Upon hearing this, the old clan chief flew into a rage and turned to glare at him.

But the next second, the son replied.

"Dad, if we don't eat now, there won't be any left."

"Damn it, leave some for me! I haven't eaten a single bite."

Looking at the table, I saw that the dishes that had just been added had already been mostly gone in the blink of an eye.

Seriously, you guys don't even spit out the bones when you eat chicken?

This table has been eaten twice already, but not a single chicken bone has gotten in. It's as clean as if we just ate there.

These guys ate chicken without even spitting out the bones, which completely stunned the old clan chief.

The other members of the tribe, however, did not care at all.

Who spits out bones when eating chicken? If you have to spit out bones, it's just a waste of time.

That would mean eating far less chicken; you could just swallow it whole and be done with it.

Seeing that there was hardly any food left after the newly added dishes, the old clan chief disregarded everything else and quickly joined the scramble for food.

He was also muttering curses under his breath.

"This is outrageous! I am the clan leader! Leave some for me! Have you no manners?"

"Dad, say less and eat quickly."

"You unfilial son, what did you say?"

"It's gone, Father."

"What's missing?"

Turning around, I saw that the second round of extra dishes didn't last long either, and they were gone in a flash.

The old clan chief stared wide-eyed at him.

He stood there blankly for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Get some chicken from the district, and add more."

Two rounds, a full two rounds, and he barely ate a few pieces. No way, absolutely not.

Since the old patriarch had suggested adding more dishes, the other members of the Barbarian God Clan naturally wouldn't refuse.

They weren't satisfied either; the more they ate, the more they wanted, and there simply wasn't enough.

Soon, more than ten women got up and went home to get chickens.

Soon, another batch of Fire Spirit Chickens was delivered to the fire room.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing asked suspiciously.

"Again?"

"I'm sorry to trouble you, young friend Ye. We barbarian gods are naturally big eaters."

Huh? What does this have to do with having a big appetite?

It's already been three rounds.

However, Ye Changqing had no right to refuse at the moment. If the barbarian gods wanted to eat, then he would just make it. What else could he do?

The barbarian goddess women became increasingly enthusiastic towards Ye Changqing, offering their help while simultaneously shouting at the extraterrestrial demon.

"What are you standing there for? Serve Young Friend Ye properly. Don't you have any sense of propriety?"

Being inexplicably scolded, this extraterrestrial demon felt utterly aggrieved.

I didn't do anything, so how is this related to me?

Ye Changqing's team was still quite efficient and finished quickly.

Plates of various kinds of chicken were served again; this time, the old patriarch had learned his lesson.

Without saying a word, they immediately joined the rush for food.

He finally understood that this wasn't the time to talk; he should focus on eating and enjoying himself first.

These bastards don't care about his status as clan leader at all.

Expecting them to leave something for you is simply impossible.

Therefore, the old patriarch took the lead this time.

However, he gained valuable experience, and naturally, others also improved as a result.

As soon as the food was placed on the table, a figure leaped onto it with a bang.

This scene startled the old clan chief. He turned around and saw that the veins on his forehead were bulging. He immediately cursed.

"You unfilial son, are you trying to rebel? What are you doing jumping on the table?"

"Dad, don't talk, eat quickly."

The old clan chief's son was seen squatting on the table, using both hands to grab food, and his speed was indeed much faster.

The old patriarch was stunned by the speed at which this unfilial son swept away everything in his path. "How can someone do that?"

You've gone too far, kid.

The others followed suit, jumping onto the table and starting to feast.

Finally, the old clan chief got impatient and said, "You're all going to jump, right? Fine, then I'll jump too."

With a bang, the old patriarch disregarded his status and jumped onto the table like everyone else.

I must say, it's definitely easier to grab food while squatting on the table. The speed at which you eat rice is noticeably faster.

"Okay, okay..."

"Add more dishes! Add more dishes!"

Only when all the members of the Barbarian God Clan completely let loose and ate to their hearts' content.

Add more after you finish eating, that's the only way to really enjoy it! That's how you should eat Fire Spirit Chicken.

Until they added more dishes again, I don't even know how many rounds this has been.

But when the group of barbarian women went around the tribe, they all came back with long faces, speechless.

"Gone."

Upon hearing this, the group of men were puzzled and asked with confused expressions.

"What's gone? I told you to go get the chicken. Don't worry about the rest for now, we'll talk about it after we finish eating."

The women responded with strange expressions.

"The Fire Spirit Chicken is gone."

"What the heck? The Fire Spirit Chicken is gone?"