Scalp the head, pour hot oil, dish out monkey brains—several actions done in one smooth motion without the fat cook even blinking, while the monkey shrieked like a slaughtered pig the entire time!
Su Qiao gave him a meaningful look, and the fat cook understood instantly, swiftly dishing out another bowl of monkey brains and handing it to Daiyue. Daiyue turned as pale as a sheet of paper, waving her hands and shaking her head frantically.
Su Qiao, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying herself, as if the monkey's agonizing screams were not wretched cries at all, but some heavenly melody.
Chapter 99