Sinking into sudden remembrance, he had heard a pig's agonized squeal echo through the mountains and forests while chopping wood earlier that day. Probably that was when the pig was killed, the food cooked was extremely delicious, with an enticing fragrance lingering in the room.
Everyone seated, including the Taoist, was salivating, eager to rush up and feast heartily; only Chenxiang felt a sudden wave of nausea. The dishes that looked so delicious made him unbearably queasy, and his nostrils were filled with a stench that could induce vomiting.
"What's wrong with you?" the Taoist asked in surprise, not understanding why Chenxiang looked this way.
"Somehow my stomach feels uncomfortable, I suspect it's because I ate a wild fruit in the mountains yesterday that upset my stomach," Chenxiang said, feigning a stomach ache.
"Since your stomach is uncomfortable, go outside then. You are not fortunate enough to enjoy this fine meal."
