Chapter 90: His Flesh
“Hmm, of course,” Yun Long nodded as if it was only natural, “didn’t I say I’m not picky? I love everything.”
Mo Jun: “…I thought you didn’t eat these.”
“Why?” Yun Long’s expression turned serious in a flash, as if he smelled a conspiracy.
Mo Jun struggled to hold back but still couldn’t help but betray Bai Lang and Shang Shi, “Because every time I prepare these foods, someone says you don’t like them, so… ”
“So they ate it all, and they just kept feeding me porridge?!”
“Maybe,” Mo Jun realized, actually, he wasn’t dumb at all, he seemed quite smart.
Yun Long finally understood why his meals had been so bland lately. Thinking about his meat being conned away and devoured, he could hardly contain the primal urge to beat someone up.
“But no worries, today I’ll cook whatever you want…” Mo Jun hurried to comfort him.
“I’m going to kill them—” Yun Long, unable to control himself, charged out.
You two bastards, give me back my meat!
After being busy for 2 hours, Mo Jun made a lot of delicious food.
But almost all of it was meat…
Yun Long placed all the plates in front of himself, glaring at Bai Lang and Shang Shi with a murderous look, “Today none of you are allowed to eat. This is all mine! Anyone who dares to take a bite, I’ll slaughter them!”
Bai Lang and Shang Shi, who had just been taught a lesson by Yun Long, secretly clenched their teeth.
Bai Lang rubbed his sore arms, “Kid, you were half-dead for half a month, how can you still hit so hard?”
Among them, Yun Long actually had the highest martial prowess. But Yun Long was kindhearted and usually refrained from using his strength.
But once he did, he’d beat them to a pulp.
Bai Lang had even been hit so hard that he retaliated for once.
Shang Shi fared better, having been hit only once. But that hit was misaimed, right on his left eye…
So there Shang Shi sat at the dining table with a black eye, his face even gloomier than Bai Lang’s.
He sat motionless as if he were a statue just hauled out of a privy.
“Hmph, daring to eat my meat, even if it’s the King of Heaven, I would fight! After I’ve eaten this meat, I’ll still have the strength to beat you up.” Yun Long coldly snorted in anger, picking up a big piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and stuffing it into his mouth.
Yun Long’s eyes brightened instantly, and he carelessly pulled all the plates a bit closer to himself, “These are all mine. Nobody’s allowed to fight me for them today. I’m going to eat them all up, nobody’s allowed to have any, got it…”
Seeing him act like he hadn’t eaten in generations, Bai Lang and Shang Shi couldn’t bear to look directly.
Hao Yansen stared at him coldly, asking casually, “Are you going to eat alone?”
“Yeah,” Yun Long answered without looking up, not caring who was asking.
Bai Lang laughed, immediately fanning the flames, “Not even the boss gets to eat?”
“Nope, it’s all mine. Xiaojun made these just for me; I am the only one to eat them.” Yun Long continued to eat without raising his head.
Sure enough, the next second, Hao Yansen’s demeanor darkened.
Bai Lang privately found it amusing: Little Long Long, you’re always so predictably foolish. Didn’t you notice the boss has been swallowing a lot of age-old vinegar? Let’s see if you still have a life left to eat now.
Shang Shi couldn’t help but gloat darkly: Stinking kid, not letting us eat, let the young master take care of you!
Just when Bai Lang and Shang Shi thought Hao Yansen was going to teach Yun Long a lesson and not let him eat anything, Mo Jun suddenly came over with a plate of steak.