The two didn't stop running until they reached an abandoned shed behind the laundry quarters. Inside, with gasping breaths and shining eyes, they sat down and devoured the yams like starving wolves.
"Worth it," Fatty Kui mumbled, his cheeks stuffed like twin dumplings.
Han Yu let the syrupy sweetness melt on his tongue, then sighed with bliss. "If cultivating tasted like this, I'd be a Saint by now."
Fatty Kui paused mid-bite, eyes squinting as inspiration struck. "Hey... what if we opened our own kitchen in the sect? Just imagine it—'Fatty and Han's Cultivator Cuisine.' Signature dish: Spirit-Stir-Fried Turnips with Enlightenment Sauce."
"Sounds like a great way to get expelled," Han Yu laughed, nearly choking on a yam chunk.
They clinked yam halves together like wine glasses.
"To chaos," Han Yu grinned.
"To sweet, glorious rebellion," Fatty Kui added, eyes twinkling.
