"Stop, stop, stop!" Maitreya hurriedly intervened, "I understand, I understand."
He was genuinely struggling to tolerate his nephew-disciple's habit, which was sometimes bearable, but at other times, incessantly annoying—and the youngster was blissfully unaware of it.
Jin Chanzi shrugged his shoulders, if he didn't want to listen, then he would say no more.
Taking a gentle breath, Jin Chanzi suddenly opened his eyes that shone brightly.
"What is this scent? Why is it so fragrant?" Jin Chanzi couldn't help but ask.
Even a vegetarian meal shouldn't smell this tempting!
"Of course, it's the aroma of the dish!" Maitreya stated matter-of-factly, and even nudged his mouth toward the braised pork ribs on the plate.
Jin Chanzi, looking at the revealed ribs by Maitreya's side, wore a face of surprise.
"This is... meat dish?" Jin Chanzi hesitantly said.
Long residing on Spirit Mountain, he had neither seen nor tasted a meat dish before.