novelraw Chapter 69 That's not how you treat a spider!
Chapter 69 That's not how you treat a spider!
Chapter 69 That's not how you treat a spider!
"snort!"
Bibi Dong glared at him fiercely, flicked her sleeves, walked around the fire, and headed straight for the palace gate.
"Bang!"
The palace doors were slammed shut, blocking the view from the outside, but the pervasive smell of roasted meat still managed to seep in through the cracks in the door.
Before long, the heat was just right; the golden-brown lambskin was crispy and bubbly, and the meat juices inside were locked in tightly.
Nan Feng rubbed his hands together, preparing to feast and soothe his wounded soul.
Just then.
"Squeak"
The palace doors, which had just been closed, suddenly opened again.
Nan Feng subconsciously turned around.
Bibi Dong, her face as cold as frost, was carrying a gleaming silver knife she had somehow found. She strode aggressively toward him with her long legs.
"Holy crap?!"
",—
Nan Feng was startled, his body tensed, and he instinctively shrank back.
"Bibi Dong! What are you doing?! Want to fight?!"
"I already told you I wouldn't bother you anymore, can't I even have a meal with you? What's wrong with you, woman—"
Before he could finish speaking...
Bibi Dong walked up to the fire without even glancing at him.
brush! !
A flash of cold light.
With swift, fluid movements, the knife flashed, precise and deadly!
"Sizzle—"
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The hind leg of lamb that was roasted perfectly, with the most succulent meat, and that Nan Feng had been eyeing for a long time, was cut off by Bibi Dong with a single stroke.
With graceful movements, she used a knife to stab the still-dripping lamb leg, while her other hand naturally pulled a clean white handkerchief from her bosom to place underneath it.
then.
Turn around.
go back.
close the door.
The entire sequence of movements was executed flawlessly, without a single wasted word, leaving behind only a haughty and aloof silhouette.
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Nan Feng remained in the head-protecting posture, staring blankly at the empty corner of the grill, then at the door that was closed again.
The air froze for a full three seconds.
"Depend on!!"
A furious, grief-stricken shout echoed through the night: "Bibi Dong!!"
"Damn it! That's my sheep!!!"
"You want to grill it yourself?! Are you trying to rob me?!"
Nan Feng stared indignantly at the whole roasted lamb on the grill, which was missing a leg and looked extremely mismatched. His lips twitched several times, but in the end, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Forget it, a good man doesn't argue with a woman."
"If a fight really breaks out, this sheep will probably turn to ashes, and no one will be able to eat it."
While muttering to himself, Nan Feng took out the "tools of the crime" that he had prepared in advance from his storage soul tool.
An exquisite silver plate, neatly cut lettuce leaves and cucumber strips, and a whole bunch of bottles and jars of secret dipping sauces—chili powder, cumin seeds, sesame paste, minced garlic—everything you could want.
"Hmph, a woman who doesn't know how to enjoy life."
Nanfeng picked up the knife and skillfully sliced off a thin, even piece of meat with each cut.
Lamb with a golden, crispy skin.
"Gnawing on it directly is something only savages do. Only a refined and civilized person like me understands what true culinary art is."
Before long, a large plate of delicious-looking sliced roasted lamb was placed in front of me.
The slices of meat are neatly arranged, sprinkled with bright green scallions and sesame seeds, and served with a variety of dipping sauces. Just looking at them makes your mouth water.
"This is life!"
Nan Feng rubbed his hands together with satisfaction, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to pick up a slice of meat to treat himself.
Just then.
"Squeak"
That damned palace door opened again.
Nan Feng's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the chopsticks.
Bibi Dong walked out expressionlessly, still holding the lamb leg that had just been stolen.
However, by this time the lamb leg had been gnawed into a rather pitiful state, with about one-fifth of the meat missing.
She walked up to the grill and casually tossed the remaining leg of lamb onto it.
Then, those slender, jade-like hands reached out naturally, their target the plate of mutton in front of Nanfeng, which had just been cut, beautifully presented, and which he hadn't even had a chance to touch yet!
"Holy crap!"
Nan Feng instantly bristled, grabbing the plate protectively and glaring at her like a wolfhound guarding its food: "Bibi Dong! Don't go too far!"
"One robbery wasn't enough? They want to rob you a second time?!"
"I spent ages painstakingly cutting this! If you want some, cut it yourself! We haven't finished the lamb leg yet!"
Bibi Dong's hand stopped in mid-air. She glanced at him indifferently and said matter-of-factly, "I've been starving all day."
"That leg of lamb is too greasy; it's more convenient to have it cut up."
"What's it to me?!"
Nan Feng rolled her eyes in anger. "You're the one who doesn't eat? I'm the one who won't let you eat? If you're hungry, have the imperial kitchen cook something! What kind of skill is it to steal from me?"
"no."
Bibi Dong withdrew her hand, crossed her arms, and looked down at him. Suddenly, out of the blue, she said, "We'll be entering the Rakshasa Secret Realm later."
"The Rakshasa Secret Realm?" Nan Feng was taken aback.
"Hmm." Bibi Dong nodded calmly. "I feel like my bottleneck has loosened a bit recently, and I'd like to go in and try again. It's too taxing inside, and I want to replenish my energy."
"Of course, if you think this plate of meat is more important than your life, then I can go in now."
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Nan Feng's expression froze instantly, and the hand protecting the plate trembled involuntarily.
Threat!
A blatant threat!
"Bibi Dong————"
Nan Feng gritted his teeth, "Besides this move, you have no other tricks up your sleeve?!"
"It's not about having many tricks, but about finding ones that work."
Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow and, mimicking Nan Feng's previous tone, said, "Didn't you say that yourself, Teacher Nan Feng?"
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Nan Feng took a deep breath, feeling like his lungs were about to explode with anger.
But circumstances are beyond our control!
He had no choice but to back down.
Bibi Dong went to the Rakshasa Secret Realm to cultivate. He...?
He was sent to be tortured! Or was he forced to be tortured?
"call----"
Nan Feng forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, then instantly changed his expression, his tone becoming incredibly gentle: "Oh dear, look at you, why are you so angry?"
"It's no big deal. It's just a plate of meat."
"Come, come, have a seat!"
Nan Feng eagerly pulled over the small stool, wiped away non-existent dust with his sleeve, and fawned over Bibi Dong as she sat down: "Your Holiness the Pope is so busy with state affairs, you must be exhausted! How could such a small matter trouble you?"
"Eat more, eat more! This meat is grilled perfectly, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"
As he spoke, he personally picked up a piece of meat, dipped it in his secret sauce, and carefully brought it to Bibi Dong's lips: "As for the Rakshasa Secret Realm—no rush, really no rush!"
"We need to be fully prepared before going to such dangerous places, right?"
As the saying goes, haste makes waste; take it slow, take it slow—
Bibi Dong looked at the man in front of her who had instantly transformed into a sycophant, a barely perceptible smile flashing in her eyes.
She opened her mouth, ate the piece of meat, chewed it slowly, and then commented casually, "It tastes good."
"That's right! That's right!" Nan Feng said with a smile. "I'm glad you like it. I'll cut some more for you!"
Eat, eat, eat! You'll stuff yourself to death!
Bibi Dong ate a few bites, but seeing that Nan Feng was only putting food on her plate while he himself was making a face and not eating, she felt inexplicably guilty.
"Don't just wait on me."
She pointed to the empty stool next to her, "Sit down and eat with me."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Nan Feng felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly sat down, grabbed a piece of meat with bone and started gnawing on it, turning his grief and anger into a desire to eat.
The two sat by the campfire, eating roasted mutton, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
However, this harmony did not last long.
"daytime----"
Bibi Dong suddenly spoke up, "What exactly did you mean by those words?"
"It's boring." Nan Feng said without looking up.
"I was just acting impulsively and talking nonsense. Please be magnanimous and don't hold a grudge against a mentally ill person like me. Just forget about it."
"Forgot?"
Bibi Dong put down her chopsticks, her purple eyes appearing exceptionally deep in the firelight: "Nan Feng, do you think I'm stupid?"
Explain yourself.
"otherwise----"
"I don't have much official business for the next few days, so I can stay in the Rakshasa Secret Realm for a long time. If you want to chat there at your leisure, I don't mind."
"you----"
The lamb bone in Nan Feng's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
He stared wide-eyed at Bibi Dong with a look of grief and indignation, his eyes reddening.
"Bibi Dong! Have some decency!"
"This is outrageous! And this is especially unfair to spiders!"
"I've already given in, I've already humbled myself and acted like your lackey, what more do you want? Do you have to tear off all my pretenses before you're happy?!"
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