QTIAD v1c11
Quick Transmigration: I’m Almost Dead
v1c11 - Big Shot (11/20)
Translated by gudetokki.
Chen You often watched films and saw those acts. He would lie prone in front of the computer and study the expression of the side eating, saying it was lollipop, like licking real candy, swallowing and getting intoxicated, was it that delicious?
Even though he was curious but Chen You felt that he could ask others to eat and not eat others himself.
But...
Chen You licked his lips. If it was in the flavor of his favorite strawberry milk, then it was another matter altogether.
Obviously, Qin Feng only had his body odor, definitely unpalatable.
What should I do? Chen You dug his fingers. He had to find an excuse to avoid eating this candy.
His eyes flashed as he thought of something. He pursed his lips and brewed his emotions.
"Er-ye, I have a mouth ulcer."
When the last word fell from the tip of Chen You’s tongue, he saw the big bird quivering and shrinking its head, wilted.
How big the sky was, Qin Feng's heart shadow was just as big.
"Er-ye, then I'll..." Chen You did not dare to look at the other’s face, he was afraid that he couldn’t hold himself back, crying and laughing on the spot. He pointed to the door, "I’ll go back first, good night."
There was no response.
Chen You walked to the door, one step, two steps, three steps, four... as he would unconsciously burst into song soon, a voice sounded behind his back, "Stay."
With his back to Qin Feng, Chen You made faces, hehehehehe, I’m afraid you wouldn’t ask.
A short while later, he was lying on the bed, big and soft with his buttocks completely sunk in. The rich really knew how to live it up.
Chen You was despising while rubbing his face against the pillow, so comfortable.
He yawned and his eyelids drooped. So sleepy ah, let’s sleep.
There was suddenly a voice above his head, "Aren’t you afraid of thunder? Still in the mood to sleep?"
"..."
Chen You secretly pulled his eyelids from an angle that could not be seen by Qin Feng, smeared saliva on it, scratched the flesh, and woke up.
He was so ruthless that he was afraid of himself.
"Er-ye, I’m usually afraid of thunder and rain but now that you’re here, I feel secure and not afraid anymore."
Not pursuing whether it was true or false, Qin Feng leaned against the headboard to read a book. On this kind of rainy night in the past, he was only doing one thing- waiting for the rain to stop.
Tonight was somewhat different.
An unknown creature broke into the darkness, spouting lies, croaking and quacking, very noisy. Yet by some unfathomable mystery, he was fed it and the taste was pretty good.
So much so that there would be more unexpected situations in the future.
A night like this, after the body had been satisfied and vented, the soul was clamoring with an irresistible force saying it was lonely.
At the moment the little gap in the soul opened, the unknown creature ran in at once.
Completely defenseless.
Qin Feng half-squinted, "Little liar, get your dirty paws off me."
Chen You looked at his fingernails that had been gnawed until they were full of cracks and holes, there were also several scars on two fingers which were burned by customers with cigarette butts, they looked dirty and very ugly. It couldn’t be compared with the ten fingers of Qiao MingYue that were rated as the hands of God.
He sighed worriedly, if replaced with him, he would kick himself too and embraced Qiao MingYue.
Chen You rolled over on his stomach and his butt pushed the quilt. Between him and Qiao MingYue, he fell short by not just one Xia Hong, then how should he play this?
For the mission, he couldn’t afford this face.
Pa! Chen You’s butt was spanked. He pulled out his chicken-nest head from inside the quilt with a confused look.
Qin Feng was hard and in a calm and steady voice said, "Is your butt itchy?"
Chen You flushed with embarrassment, old lecher.
The rain outside was getting smaller, making a tick tock tick tock sound, like two strangers warming each other, the crude and savage passion had passed and turned into tenderness, it would not stop anytime soon.
Qin Feng had been reading and he didn’t know how much time had passed, his eyes were dry and tired. He found that the person beside him still had his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
"Why don’t you sleep?"
Chen You blinked, "Er-ye doesn’t sleep, I won’t sleep." Actually he was already sleepy and fast becoming mentally retarded.
He subtly bit his tongue to wake himself up, "I’ll accompany Er-ye."
Qin Feng said, "Open your mouth."
Chen You pursed his mouth tightly, "No."
His jaw was pinched and he was forced to open his mouth under that terrible force, exposing a little scarlet on his tongue.
Qin Feng’s expression remained indifferent without any emotion.
Chen You knew that the more gentle the older man was most of the time, the more dangerous he was. When he smiled, you would end up crying.
If he laughed out loud, it’s over, you would at least be losing an arm.
When he was devoid of expression, contrarily his mood was very good.
Like now.
Chen You stuck out his tongue and swept across his lower lip. He swore by his pure personality that it was really just a dry mouth.
Qin Feng’s eyes darkened, "Why did you do this?"
Chen You looked up and feigned ignorance, "What is Er-ye asking?"
Qin Feng suddenly did not want to hear the answer. He clasped the young man’s thin shoulder and turned him over.
Face down into the pillow, Chen You, "..."
Qin Feng pressed the thin white back in front of him with one hand and pulled back the young man’s black hair with the other. The hair which passed through his fingers was surprisingly soft.
Chen You was moving his nose to inhale and exhale when he found the hand on his head was stroking his hair.
He froze.
The next moment, his butt felt coolness, and pain. It went on for more than two hours.
Chen You lay like a dead dog, his legs could not close properly. No matter what Qin Feng did, he remained motionless.
His body was wet and warm. Chen You propped up his eyelids and turned his head. The older man was wiping his ass, his face was gloomy and puzzled.
"444, wake me up in an hour."
Then he fainted.
An hour later, Chen You was woken up by the ding ding sound inside his head. He turned over with difficulty, put his face on the man’s back, encircled his arm and patted him like coaxing a child.
Qin Feng’s back stiffened.
The scheming boy Chen You was online.
In his childhood he witnessed his parents’ tragic death, and in high school he witnessed his lover’s death due to illness, so he closed himself off, becoming reclusive, twisted and cold-blooded. While rejecting emotions, he also longed for it.
Chen You mumbled in a daze, "Don’t be afraid, Ge is here, Ge came to save you."
*Ge = big brother.
。。。
The next morning, the housekeeper knocked at the door as usual to deliver the daily newspaper.
Qin Feng had the habit of reading newspapers in the toilet.
The door opened from the inside and the housekeeper handed the newspaper over, "Sir..."
The second half of his sentence came to an abrupt end when he saw the person inside the room.
Chen You rubbed his hair and there were red marks on his face and arms, "Good morning, Uncle Wang."
Uncle Wang soon recovered, "Morning."
Not long after, the news spread that young master Chen was favored by the emperor last night.
After just one night, Chen You’s status was different from before. He ate a sumptuous breakfast and habitually crossed his legs.
The servants all felt that wasn’t it just having a leg up, it was no big deal.
Qin Feng went out early in the morning. After Chen You ate and drank his fill, he was in the garden basking in the sun with his belly facing the sky.
After basking for a while, Chen You could not stand the pain in his butt, so he turned to lie on his stomach.
"444, do you have any ointment to manage tearing?"
"Ding, yes, Chrysanthemum Spirit."
Chen You liked the name, very hipster. "Give me one."
"Ding, it required 50 Good points*."
*Good thoughts value
Chen You cursed and scolded. He leafed through the newspaper and and saw a piece of news. A thought flashed through his mind, if he had money, he would cover it with eight or ten primary schools.
"Ding, congratulations Mr. Chen, your Good points +70."
Chen You was dumbfounded, what did I do?
An ointment appeared out of thin air before him with countless little chrysanthemums scattering about. There were three characters on the lid spelling out Chrysanthemum Spirit, small and very chic.
Chen You hurriedly stuffed it in his pocket, for next time use.
"What did I do just now to suddenly have 70 Good points?"
Automatic reply: "Ding, busy, please leave a message."
Chen You, "..."
He finished drinking the juice and happened to see two figures. "You two."
Pang and Zhang pretended not to hear.
Chen You raised his eyebrows, "The fat man and the skinny man in front."
Pang and Zhang turned around with stiff hair, gritted their teeth and smiled brightly.
"Mr. Chen, what’s the matter?"
Chen You said, "Can you guys help me buy five yuan of stinky tofu?"
"Is that all?"
"Yes." Chen You added with all smiles, "Don’t worry, I won’t tell Er-ye how you twisted my arms like a toy."
"..."
Qin Feng came back in the evening.
Uncle Wang said, "Sir, there is soup in the kitchen. Shall I get you a bowl?"
Qin Feng took off his coat, "Ok."
Uncle Wang hung up his coat. When he went to the kitchen, he seemed to remember something but then forget what it was again.
When Uncle Wang had returned to his room and lay down, he finally remembered what he had forgotten. The young man had diarrhea.
Inside the room, Chen You heard the door lock turning and knew it was Qin Feng. He did not go down to welcome him as he had no more strength left for acting.
Qin Feng smelled a strange odor. "Did you shit on the bed?"
Chen You’s face twisted.
The quilt was suddenly lifted exposing the white fat and a faint smell of iodophor* drifted up.
*disinfectants containing iodine.
Qin Feng frowned, "Did you eat anything during the day?"
Chen You played dead, "No ah."
He was too late to catch it, and the bleeding buttocks was revealed.
To avoid dying from excessive ejaculation, Chen You wanted to get two days of rest. He could only use the most tragic method, attack the enemy 1,000 but self-damage 999.
Qin Feng saw the disposable paper bowl and spicy soup inside the trash bin. "Who bought it for you?"
Chen You always sought revenge. He did not hesitate to sell out the two muscle men to avenge the twisting of his arms.
Downstairs, both Pang and Zhang who were on night duty suddenly had a chill. They exchanged glances. Lordy, why is it so cold in summer?
Ten minutes later, they stood in front of their master, shivering.
Qin Feng was writing calligraphy. He wrote calmly, with steady arm and elegant posture.
The study was filled with the fragrance of ink mixed with wood. Pang and Zhang felt dizzy when they smelled it.
A paper was rolled into a ball and thrown into the bin accompanied by an icy-cold voice, "Fifty each."
"Yes."
Everyone in the residence heard the matter of Pang and Zhang being punished.
They secretly noted it down, it was still unknown whether Sir was serious or not, but the newcomer must not be provoked.
Chen You only learned the news two days later. He knew that Qin Feng was a cruel and bloodthirsty person who was totally contrary to his appearance. Those two must have undergone much suffering of the flesh.
Unfortunately, it would be difficult for him to eat stinky tofu again.
Chen You wandered around Qin Feng and stared at the Evil points on top of his head. It had been several days, why was it still ten and not a decimal point less?
He went downstairs, entered the kitchen and borrowed a servant’s apron to make a breakfast filled with love for Qin Feng.
A bowl of scallion oil noodles.
Chen You plucked some spring onions from Qin Feng’s bowl and left them specially.
Sometimes, the work of many hours behind the back, the effect was not as good as the previous minute.
"It’s not that I brag, I can open a noodle shop with my skill, try it."
Qin Feng was still in an indescribable state and his expression was unfathomable.
Chen You smiled, "Er-ye, I haven’t had a bite yet. My saliva is not on the chopsticks."
Qin Feng glanced up with an unknown meaning.
Chen You maintained his smile as he seriously said, "Really, I didn’t take a bite. If I lied to you, I’m a little dog."
Under the shocked gazes of Uncle Wang and the servants, Qin Feng picked up the chopsticks.
"I remember that you’re 26, why are you behaving like 17/18." This childish, out of 10,000, you might not find one.
Chen You rolled his eyes, I’m forever 18, so what?
The bowl of noodles was eaten by Qin Feng, leaving only a soup base. When the servants were tidying up, they almost slipped and knocked over the bowl.
Lunch was still prepared by Chen You. Garlic eggplant, soy sauce soybeans, cumin potatoes, double peppers steamed tofu, and enoki mushroom tomato soup; everything smells, looks and tastes great.
That year he was not admitted to the university, he went to work at his small uncle’s restaurant. He took a fancy to a girl who was an apprentice there. He failed to pursue her and learned the trade instead.
Chen You watched Qin Feng eat the dishes, watched and watched, the value of Evil points on the man’s head became 9.99.
He blinked, it’s really less.
But why was it only 0.01 less? Chen You spat colorfully, a table of food was hard to make, okay!
"Eat more."
Chen You helped Qin Feng to more dishes and soon it piled up like a small mountain. In the eyes of outsiders, he was like a parent who worried that his child ate poorly, the nutrition could not keep up and would hinder his growth.
The spectating servants bowed their heads to pick up their chin that had fallen to the ground and pushed it back up. Look, what a warm and loving picture ah.
They unexpectedly could still see it in their lifetime.
Qiao gongzi* was pampered and never needed to fend for himself. The newcomer could personally cook and Sir liked it. Looking at the amount of food he picked up, it was not what he ordinarily had.
*young master Qiao
On this point, the newcomer won.
When Qiao gongzi came back, they feared there would be a bloody battle to be fought.
After lunch, Qin Feng took a sip of tea. He could not remember how long it had been since he ate so much. The last time was when his parents were still around and the food at home had this kind of flavor.
He took off his glasses and pinched his nose. "How long have you been in Gold?"
Chen You started to slowly count with his fingers.
Qin Feng’s forehead drew together, "How long?"
"Er-ye, you caused me to err." Chen You sighed, "I’ll count it again."
Qin Feng said coldly, "Go for a physical exam tomorrow."
Chen You’s eyelids turned upward, "Idiot, if I really have a sickness, you’d already been infected with the number of times you drilled holes."
Qin Feng’s tone was gentle, "What are you muttering?"
Chen You’s scalp tingled. With a face full of concern, he said, "Er-ye, I’m saying that you ate the enoki mushroom in that soup all by yourself. Take it easy when going to the toilet so you don’t clog it."
Qin Feng’s face was black.
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v1c11 - Big Shot (11/20)
Translated by gudetokki.
Ch11 - If I lied to you, I'm a little dog
Chen You often watched films and saw those acts. He would lie prone in front of the computer and study the expression of the side eating, saying it was lollipop, like licking real candy, swallowing and getting intoxicated, was it that delicious?
Even though he was curious but Chen You felt that he could ask others to eat and not eat others himself.
But...
Chen You licked his lips. If it was in the flavor of his favorite strawberry milk, then it was another matter altogether.
Obviously, Qin Feng only had his body odor, definitely unpalatable.
What should I do? Chen You dug his fingers. He had to find an excuse to avoid eating this candy.
His eyes flashed as he thought of something. He pursed his lips and brewed his emotions.
"Er-ye, I have a mouth ulcer."
When the last word fell from the tip of Chen You’s tongue, he saw the big bird quivering and shrinking its head, wilted.
How big the sky was, Qin Feng's heart shadow was just as big.
"Er-ye, then I'll..." Chen You did not dare to look at the other’s face, he was afraid that he couldn’t hold himself back, crying and laughing on the spot. He pointed to the door, "I’ll go back first, good night."
There was no response.
Chen You walked to the door, one step, two steps, three steps, four... as he would unconsciously burst into song soon, a voice sounded behind his back, "Stay."
With his back to Qin Feng, Chen You made faces, hehehehehe, I’m afraid you wouldn’t ask.
A short while later, he was lying on the bed, big and soft with his buttocks completely sunk in. The rich really knew how to live it up.
Chen You was despising while rubbing his face against the pillow, so comfortable.
He yawned and his eyelids drooped. So sleepy ah, let’s sleep.
There was suddenly a voice above his head, "Aren’t you afraid of thunder? Still in the mood to sleep?"
"..."
Chen You secretly pulled his eyelids from an angle that could not be seen by Qin Feng, smeared saliva on it, scratched the flesh, and woke up.
He was so ruthless that he was afraid of himself.
"Er-ye, I’m usually afraid of thunder and rain but now that you’re here, I feel secure and not afraid anymore."
Not pursuing whether it was true or false, Qin Feng leaned against the headboard to read a book. On this kind of rainy night in the past, he was only doing one thing- waiting for the rain to stop.
Tonight was somewhat different.
An unknown creature broke into the darkness, spouting lies, croaking and quacking, very noisy. Yet by some unfathomable mystery, he was fed it and the taste was pretty good.
So much so that there would be more unexpected situations in the future.
A night like this, after the body had been satisfied and vented, the soul was clamoring with an irresistible force saying it was lonely.
At the moment the little gap in the soul opened, the unknown creature ran in at once.
Completely defenseless.
Qin Feng half-squinted, "Little liar, get your dirty paws off me."
Chen You looked at his fingernails that had been gnawed until they were full of cracks and holes, there were also several scars on two fingers which were burned by customers with cigarette butts, they looked dirty and very ugly. It couldn’t be compared with the ten fingers of Qiao MingYue that were rated as the hands of God.
He sighed worriedly, if replaced with him, he would kick himself too and embraced Qiao MingYue.
Chen You rolled over on his stomach and his butt pushed the quilt. Between him and Qiao MingYue, he fell short by not just one Xia Hong, then how should he play this?
For the mission, he couldn’t afford this face.
Pa! Chen You’s butt was spanked. He pulled out his chicken-nest head from inside the quilt with a confused look.
Qin Feng was hard and in a calm and steady voice said, "Is your butt itchy?"
Chen You flushed with embarrassment, old lecher.
The rain outside was getting smaller, making a tick tock tick tock sound, like two strangers warming each other, the crude and savage passion had passed and turned into tenderness, it would not stop anytime soon.
Qin Feng had been reading and he didn’t know how much time had passed, his eyes were dry and tired. He found that the person beside him still had his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
"Why don’t you sleep?"
Chen You blinked, "Er-ye doesn’t sleep, I won’t sleep." Actually he was already sleepy and fast becoming mentally retarded.
He subtly bit his tongue to wake himself up, "I’ll accompany Er-ye."
Qin Feng said, "Open your mouth."
Chen You pursed his mouth tightly, "No."
His jaw was pinched and he was forced to open his mouth under that terrible force, exposing a little scarlet on his tongue.
Qin Feng’s expression remained indifferent without any emotion.
Chen You knew that the more gentle the older man was most of the time, the more dangerous he was. When he smiled, you would end up crying.
If he laughed out loud, it’s over, you would at least be losing an arm.
When he was devoid of expression, contrarily his mood was very good.
Like now.
Chen You stuck out his tongue and swept across his lower lip. He swore by his pure personality that it was really just a dry mouth.
Qin Feng’s eyes darkened, "Why did you do this?"
Chen You looked up and feigned ignorance, "What is Er-ye asking?"
Qin Feng suddenly did not want to hear the answer. He clasped the young man’s thin shoulder and turned him over.
Face down into the pillow, Chen You, "..."
Qin Feng pressed the thin white back in front of him with one hand and pulled back the young man’s black hair with the other. The hair which passed through his fingers was surprisingly soft.
Chen You was moving his nose to inhale and exhale when he found the hand on his head was stroking his hair.
He froze.
The next moment, his butt felt coolness, and pain. It went on for more than two hours.
Chen You lay like a dead dog, his legs could not close properly. No matter what Qin Feng did, he remained motionless.
His body was wet and warm. Chen You propped up his eyelids and turned his head. The older man was wiping his ass, his face was gloomy and puzzled.
"444, wake me up in an hour."
Then he fainted.
An hour later, Chen You was woken up by the ding ding sound inside his head. He turned over with difficulty, put his face on the man’s back, encircled his arm and patted him like coaxing a child.
Qin Feng’s back stiffened.
The scheming boy Chen You was online.
In his childhood he witnessed his parents’ tragic death, and in high school he witnessed his lover’s death due to illness, so he closed himself off, becoming reclusive, twisted and cold-blooded. While rejecting emotions, he also longed for it.
Chen You mumbled in a daze, "Don’t be afraid, Ge is here, Ge came to save you."
*Ge = big brother.
。。。
The next morning, the housekeeper knocked at the door as usual to deliver the daily newspaper.
Qin Feng had the habit of reading newspapers in the toilet.
The door opened from the inside and the housekeeper handed the newspaper over, "Sir..."
The second half of his sentence came to an abrupt end when he saw the person inside the room.
Chen You rubbed his hair and there were red marks on his face and arms, "Good morning, Uncle Wang."
Uncle Wang soon recovered, "Morning."
Not long after, the news spread that young master Chen was favored by the emperor last night.
After just one night, Chen You’s status was different from before. He ate a sumptuous breakfast and habitually crossed his legs.
The servants all felt that wasn’t it just having a leg up, it was no big deal.
Qin Feng went out early in the morning. After Chen You ate and drank his fill, he was in the garden basking in the sun with his belly facing the sky.
After basking for a while, Chen You could not stand the pain in his butt, so he turned to lie on his stomach.
"444, do you have any ointment to manage tearing?"
"Ding, yes, Chrysanthemum Spirit."
Chen You liked the name, very hipster. "Give me one."
"Ding, it required 50 Good points*."
*Good thoughts value
Chen You cursed and scolded. He leafed through the newspaper and and saw a piece of news. A thought flashed through his mind, if he had money, he would cover it with eight or ten primary schools.
"Ding, congratulations Mr. Chen, your Good points +70."
Chen You was dumbfounded, what did I do?
An ointment appeared out of thin air before him with countless little chrysanthemums scattering about. There were three characters on the lid spelling out Chrysanthemum Spirit, small and very chic.
Chen You hurriedly stuffed it in his pocket, for next time use.
"What did I do just now to suddenly have 70 Good points?"
Automatic reply: "Ding, busy, please leave a message."
Chen You, "..."
He finished drinking the juice and happened to see two figures. "You two."
Pang and Zhang pretended not to hear.
Chen You raised his eyebrows, "The fat man and the skinny man in front."
Pang and Zhang turned around with stiff hair, gritted their teeth and smiled brightly.
"Mr. Chen, what’s the matter?"
Chen You said, "Can you guys help me buy five yuan of stinky tofu?"
"Is that all?"
"Yes." Chen You added with all smiles, "Don’t worry, I won’t tell Er-ye how you twisted my arms like a toy."
"..."
Qin Feng came back in the evening.
Uncle Wang said, "Sir, there is soup in the kitchen. Shall I get you a bowl?"
Qin Feng took off his coat, "Ok."
Uncle Wang hung up his coat. When he went to the kitchen, he seemed to remember something but then forget what it was again.
When Uncle Wang had returned to his room and lay down, he finally remembered what he had forgotten. The young man had diarrhea.
Inside the room, Chen You heard the door lock turning and knew it was Qin Feng. He did not go down to welcome him as he had no more strength left for acting.
Qin Feng smelled a strange odor. "Did you shit on the bed?"
Chen You’s face twisted.
The quilt was suddenly lifted exposing the white fat and a faint smell of iodophor* drifted up.
*disinfectants containing iodine.
Qin Feng frowned, "Did you eat anything during the day?"
Chen You played dead, "No ah."
He was too late to catch it, and the bleeding buttocks was revealed.
To avoid dying from excessive ejaculation, Chen You wanted to get two days of rest. He could only use the most tragic method, attack the enemy 1,000 but self-damage 999.
Qin Feng saw the disposable paper bowl and spicy soup inside the trash bin. "Who bought it for you?"
Chen You always sought revenge. He did not hesitate to sell out the two muscle men to avenge the twisting of his arms.
Downstairs, both Pang and Zhang who were on night duty suddenly had a chill. They exchanged glances. Lordy, why is it so cold in summer?
Ten minutes later, they stood in front of their master, shivering.
Qin Feng was writing calligraphy. He wrote calmly, with steady arm and elegant posture.
The study was filled with the fragrance of ink mixed with wood. Pang and Zhang felt dizzy when they smelled it.
A paper was rolled into a ball and thrown into the bin accompanied by an icy-cold voice, "Fifty each."
"Yes."
Everyone in the residence heard the matter of Pang and Zhang being punished.
They secretly noted it down, it was still unknown whether Sir was serious or not, but the newcomer must not be provoked.
Chen You only learned the news two days later. He knew that Qin Feng was a cruel and bloodthirsty person who was totally contrary to his appearance. Those two must have undergone much suffering of the flesh.
Unfortunately, it would be difficult for him to eat stinky tofu again.
Chen You wandered around Qin Feng and stared at the Evil points on top of his head. It had been several days, why was it still ten and not a decimal point less?
He went downstairs, entered the kitchen and borrowed a servant’s apron to make a breakfast filled with love for Qin Feng.
A bowl of scallion oil noodles.
Chen You plucked some spring onions from Qin Feng’s bowl and left them specially.
Sometimes, the work of many hours behind the back, the effect was not as good as the previous minute.
"It’s not that I brag, I can open a noodle shop with my skill, try it."
Qin Feng was still in an indescribable state and his expression was unfathomable.
Chen You smiled, "Er-ye, I haven’t had a bite yet. My saliva is not on the chopsticks."
Qin Feng glanced up with an unknown meaning.
Chen You maintained his smile as he seriously said, "Really, I didn’t take a bite. If I lied to you, I’m a little dog."
Under the shocked gazes of Uncle Wang and the servants, Qin Feng picked up the chopsticks.
"I remember that you’re 26, why are you behaving like 17/18." This childish, out of 10,000, you might not find one.
Chen You rolled his eyes, I’m forever 18, so what?
The bowl of noodles was eaten by Qin Feng, leaving only a soup base. When the servants were tidying up, they almost slipped and knocked over the bowl.
Lunch was still prepared by Chen You. Garlic eggplant, soy sauce soybeans, cumin potatoes, double peppers steamed tofu, and enoki mushroom tomato soup; everything smells, looks and tastes great.
That year he was not admitted to the university, he went to work at his small uncle’s restaurant. He took a fancy to a girl who was an apprentice there. He failed to pursue her and learned the trade instead.
Chen You watched Qin Feng eat the dishes, watched and watched, the value of Evil points on the man’s head became 9.99.
He blinked, it’s really less.
But why was it only 0.01 less? Chen You spat colorfully, a table of food was hard to make, okay!
"Eat more."
Chen You helped Qin Feng to more dishes and soon it piled up like a small mountain. In the eyes of outsiders, he was like a parent who worried that his child ate poorly, the nutrition could not keep up and would hinder his growth.
The spectating servants bowed their heads to pick up their chin that had fallen to the ground and pushed it back up. Look, what a warm and loving picture ah.
They unexpectedly could still see it in their lifetime.
Qiao gongzi* was pampered and never needed to fend for himself. The newcomer could personally cook and Sir liked it. Looking at the amount of food he picked up, it was not what he ordinarily had.
*young master Qiao
On this point, the newcomer won.
When Qiao gongzi came back, they feared there would be a bloody battle to be fought.
After lunch, Qin Feng took a sip of tea. He could not remember how long it had been since he ate so much. The last time was when his parents were still around and the food at home had this kind of flavor.
He took off his glasses and pinched his nose. "How long have you been in Gold?"
Chen You started to slowly count with his fingers.
Qin Feng’s forehead drew together, "How long?"
"Er-ye, you caused me to err." Chen You sighed, "I’ll count it again."
Qin Feng said coldly, "Go for a physical exam tomorrow."
Chen You’s eyelids turned upward, "Idiot, if I really have a sickness, you’d already been infected with the number of times you drilled holes."
Qin Feng’s tone was gentle, "What are you muttering?"
Chen You’s scalp tingled. With a face full of concern, he said, "Er-ye, I’m saying that you ate the enoki mushroom in that soup all by yourself. Take it easy when going to the toilet so you don’t clog it."
Qin Feng’s face was black.
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thanks 4 the chapter.........
ReplyDeleteRomantic quote of the day: "Don't clog the toilet"
ReplyDeleteThanks for the chapter ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
ReplyDeleteChen You rolled his eyes, I’m forever 18, so what?
ReplyDelete😂😂😂 what a spirit!!!
Why mc is so hilarious��
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