Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

The fox spirit walked at the front, her fox-like eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

The mortals and cultivators sitting at the table were chatting, pouring tea, or already picking up their chopsticks; none of them paid them much attention. Its tense body relaxed slightly, and it turned back to nod to the little creatures behind it.

The rabbit spirit was the first to dart out.

It ran incredibly fast, its two long ears twitching in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it darted to the fawn's side, plopped down on the bench, and stared intently at the food on the table with its red eyes.

"Little deer, little deer, what's this green thing? What's this red thing? What's this smoking thing?"

The little deer was stumped by the question and scratched its ear: "I don't know either... we'll find out after we eat it."

The squirrel spirit, carrying several smaller squirrels, stumbled over, its tail puffed up like a ball of fur. It placed the smaller ones on a stool, then stood beside them, warily observing its surroundings.

"What are you standing for? Sit down!" Little Ling'er tugged at its tail.

The squirrel spirit was startled, its tail twitching sharply. It turned around and saw it was Xiao Ling'er, then breathed a sigh of relief. It hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to the smaller squirrels, its bottom barely touching the edge of the stool, looking ready to run away at any moment.

More and more little monsters poured into the street, finding empty seats to sit down. The big ones protected the small ones, and the small ones squeezed against the even smaller ones, their chirping and squeaking creating a cacophony that was even more lively than the birdsong in the mountains.

The black bear spirit led the group of demon cultivators at the very back.

Its massive body seemed somewhat cramped among the long tables, and it had to carefully avoid the tables and chairs with every step. Its blood-red eyes swept over the mortals sitting at the tables, over the villagers carrying plates back and forth, and finally landed on the few empty long tables at the end of the street.

"Sit over there," it said in a muffled voice, pointing over there. "We're big, don't crowd the smaller ones."

A group of demon cultivators followed it to the end of the street. There was a wild boar demon with tusks, a pangolin demon covered in scales, a wolf demon with glossy fur, and a snake demon with sinister eyes. After they sat down, the mortals around them subconsciously moved back a little, but no one ran away.

These villagers had lived at the foot of Yunyin Mountain for half a year and were already used to dealing with cultivators and demons. Besides, these powerful demons, though they looked fierce, had immortals from the Yunyin Sect here; what trouble could they possibly cause?

"The food is served!"

Fatty Li's loud voice boomed from the entrance of Xian Shan Fang.

He carried the largest tray himself, piled high with seven or eight large bowls. The steaming chunks of meat, glistening with a dark brown sauce, smelled delicious, drawing sounds of people swallowing hard from those around him.

Behind him followed several villagers who were helping out in the kitchen, each carrying a tray. Some carried fish, some carried chicken, some carried plates of lush green vegetables, and others carried various kinds of spiritual fruits.

"Put this bowl of braised chicken with king oyster mushrooms in the middle!" Fatty Li directed. "And that bowl of braised pork over there! Arrange the vegetables evenly, don't crammed them all together!"

The large bowl hit the table with a dull thud.

The rabbit spirit's eyes lit up instantly.

It stared at the plate of stir-fried spiritual vegetables in front of it, a vibrant green, sprinkled with a few white, glistening pieces of spiritual fruit, glistening with oil, the aroma wafting into its nostrils. It swallowed hard and looked up at the little deer.

"Is it...is it safe to eat now?"

Little Deer swallowed hard, but she remembered the rules. She turned to look at the table not far away.

Chen Anran and the others were sitting there, not having touched their chopsticks yet.

"Wait," she said, "let the immortals eat first."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Feng Lie's booming voice rang out: "What are you waiting for? Let's eat! Fatty Li, bring two more bowls of spirit rice!"

The little deer's ears twitched, and it suddenly turned its head, waving to its friends: "Let's eat!"

The rabbit spirit was the first to extend its claws.

It held the plate of stir-fried spiritual vegetables in its two front paws, moved it closer to itself, lowered its head, and began to shovel large mouthfuls into its mouth. The spiritual vegetables were crisp and tender, with a sweet juice and a fresh aroma it had never tasted before. It ate with its eyes narrowed into slits, and its two long ears twitched happily.

"Delicious! Delicious!" it mumbled, its mouth stuffed full. "Little deer, it's so delicious!"

Little Deer didn't have time to answer her.

A plate of braised pork sat before her, the glistening, dark brown pieces of meat, marbled with fat and lean, piled precariously on the plate. She poked at it with her chopsticks; the meat was so tender it melted in her mouth with a gentle touch. She picked up a piece and popped it into her mouth.

The meat melted in the mouth, rich but not greasy, salty with a hint of sweetness, and a rich meaty aroma exploded in the mouth. The fawn's eyes widened instantly, its fluffy ears stood straight up, and it seemed frozen in place.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the fox spirit asked anxiously. "Doesn't it taste good?"

The deer did not answer.

She picked up another piece and put it in her mouth.

Another one.

Another one.

The fox spirit stared blankly as she devoured the plate of braised pork with gusto, her lips twitching slightly. She then looked down at the bowl of mushroom and chicken stew in front of her. She picked up a piece of chicken and carefully put it in her mouth.

Then it froze.

The chicken was stewed until tender, and the shiitake mushrooms were soaked in the broth. One bite, and it was so delicious it almost swallowed its tongue. In all its years, it had eaten wild pheasants from the mountains and field mice from the fields, but it had never tasted anything so delicious.

"How...how was this done?" it murmured.

A series of smacking sounds came from the side.

The fox spirit turned her head and saw that the rabbit spirit had already swept up a plate of stir-fried spiritual vegetables and was craning its neck to look at the next table. At the next table sat several little demons, engrossed in eating a plate of cold spiritual melon salad.

The rabbit spirit's paw stealthily reached out.

"Smack."

The fawn slapped its paw, glaring at it: "Don't you dare steal it! It'll come back later!"

The rabbit spirit withdrew its paws, looking at her with a pitiful expression, its red eyes brimming with tears: "But...but I'm not full yet..."

Before he finished speaking, several more villagers who were helping in the kitchen came over with trays. The new dishes were served, steaming hot and fragrant.

"Come on, make way!" The villager arranged the vegetables and pointed to a large basket of spiritual fruits next to him. "There are plenty of fruits; come and get more when you've finished eating!"

The rabbit spirit's eyes lit up again.

Over there, the meat-eating monsters have completely let loose.

Three large bowls were laid out before the black bear spirit, piled high with meat. It held a spirit beast leg in one hand and a bowl of spirit grain rice in the other, eating with gusto, its mouth dripping with oil. Its blood-red eyes were narrowed to slits, the ferocity on its face long gone, replaced only by satisfaction and enjoyment.

The wild boar spirit next to it was no less impressive. It buried its face in the bowl, shoveling food into its mouth without even using chopsticks. Occasionally, it would lift its head, its face covered in sauce, lick it off with its tongue, and then bury its head back down.

"Slow down, slow down, no one's going to take it from you." The wolf spirit next to it laughed, but it was not slowing down either, its chopsticks flying as it put piece after piece of meat into its mouth.

The snake spirit ate with more refined manners, but it was by no means slow. It picked up slices of meat with chopsticks, put them in its mouth, chewed slowly, but its eyes were always fixed on the dishes on the table, looking for its next target.