“Look at him, he clearly looks like a human, unlike a mountain fox that has a fishy smell, and he doesn’t seem to have any origins from the sea. Could he be some kind of mountain spirit that has become a demon?”
Mo Xuan stared at Chen Xiang, who was eating from a bowl, and couldn't help but stroke his chin and guess.
Upon hearing that Xu Milu's "junior brother" had arrived, he abandoned washing the dishes and wiping the floor, and openly ran to the front to watch the excitement.
Eleven Niang leaped down from the roof with a tiger pounce, lay on the table pretending to be an ordinary fox, and even the wisteria tree spirit shook its gossipy little roots, seemingly watering the tree seriously, but actually secretly sticking to the base of the wall to eat melons.
"Absolutely! His mind is clear, and he is surrounded by celestial energy. Hiss... Could he be a descendant of some immortal?"
As soon as Shiyi Niang finished speaking, she belatedly realized what Mo Xuan had said, and swiped her paw across his face:
"You rat-headed, short, smelly old worm! Can you guess his background? What nonsense are you spouting?! You people born from the sea still smell of fish!"
—Foxes are born with body odor, and even some who cultivate human form inevitably retain some smell. Therefore, foxes are most averse to others mentioning this matter. Even the good-natured Eleven Niang can't help but scratch people with her claws, which shows how much the fox clan cares about this matter.
"Oh dear, I was just saying it casually, how can you turn on me so easily? In the eyes of my dragon clan, all the beasts in the world are stinking and foul, why can't I say anything about them?"
Without the Dragon Pearl, Mo Xuan could only lower his head and take the beating. He was originally from the East Sea Dragon Clan and had a lot of pride. When he was beaten so badly, he rolled on the ground and transformed into a seven-foot-long black snake, opening his mouth to bite Eleven Niang's tail.
For a moment, the store was filled with the sounds of clattering and clanging, and the floor was covered with flying beard hair and sideburns.
"You two are getting on in years, how can you still be so childish?"
Xu Milu, having reached her limit, grabbed the large red fox in her left hand and a black snake in her right, tossed them into the backyard, and then leisurely returned to the front.
"Sorry, the staff in my shop are really noisy and giving me a headache... You, you just said you're my junior brother, do you have any proof?"
These two guys won't kill him anyway, so just consider it a good workout after a good meal to prevent Mo Xuan from getting any bigger.
Chenxiang, who was eating with his head down, was suddenly interrupted. He raised his head in a daze, his eyes as blurry as if he had just woken up.
After his gaze was fully focused, he stared at Xu Milu for a long while before stammering:
"...Do I need proof? Master only told me to come to Chang'an to find Xu Milu from the Mountain and Sea Restaurant. He said I have a senior brother and a second senior sister. However, the senior brother is not a proper disciple. I should call you 'senior sister'."
Seeing that his bowl was empty, Xu Milu turned around and filled it with rice, then pushed the stir-fried chicken forward a little.
"That sounds like something my master would say. You just said you're from Liu Family Village in Huashan? Do you have any other relatives?"
She was unsure whether the person in front of her was the "Chenxiang" from the mythology, after all, the story of "Chenxiang splitting the mountain to save his mother" was deeply ingrained in the memories of that generation of Chinese people.
But here's the problem: "Chenxiang Saves His Mother" is a myth that only appeared after the Song Dynasty, and this world seems to be quite different from the Journey to the West in her memory.
Chenxiang, seemingly starving, scooped up another mouthful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it fiercely before swallowing it to answer her question:
“I am from Liu Family Village below the Temple of the Three Holy Mothers of Mount Hua. I have a father and a mother. My father is Liu Yanchang, and my mother is Princess Yang Chan. I also have an uncle, Erlang Shen, who is the True Lord of Manifestation in Heaven. My mother went to the mortal world in secret and violated the heavenly rules. She was imprisoned by Erlang Shen under Mount Hua. My father voluntarily entered the Temple of the Holy Mother of Mount Hua to cultivate. It was my master who sent me to Chang'an to find you.”
A long string of clues left Xu Milu dizzy and disoriented. Her mother was the Third Holy Mother, and her uncle was Erlang Shen. If this wasn't Chenxiang from mythology, she would have eaten Mount Hua!
“Master also said that if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you this monkey hair.”
As Chen Xiang spoke, he raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves to show Xu Milu.
On his wrist was a bracelet made of golden hairs, which at first glance looked like a large, glittering gold bangle.
The familiar recipe, the familiar fine hairs, the familiar gift for accepting a disciple.
Xu Milu immediately confirmed Chen Xiang's identity, but still felt something was strange.
Since the other party has become a disciple of Sun Wukong, according to the mythological story, he will inevitably learn skills to split Mount Hua in the future. Why didn't Sun Wukong take him back to Flower Fruit Mountain, but instead sent him to Chang'an?
Furthermore, the way Chenxiang described his experiences just now didn't sound like a hot-blooded young man who would later take an axe and chop up his uncle!
As she was lost in thought, Chenxiang finished the newly added rice and sat motionless on the stool, staring at her.
"..."
Xu Milu tentatively asked, "Not full? Want more?"
Chenxiang nodded vigorously, just like a kindergarten child waiting for lunch.
...
...
In the end, Chenxiang ate fifteen bowls of rice in one go, successfully breaking the record of thirteen bowls set by the Clean Altar Messenger at the Mountain and Sea Restaurant. The bowls were as big as his face. Ordinary people would only need two bowls, but he ate fifteen bowls of rice by himself. This did not include the snacks and desserts that Xu Milu fed him later.
"How long have you been hungry? By the way, I haven't asked you how you got to Chang'an yet? And where did you and your master part ways?"
Xu Milu was a little worried about Chenxiang's stomach, but then she thought that since he was a celestial being, there probably wouldn't be a big problem. So she simply made him a cup of hawthorn tea and let him drink it while eating.
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