Catering God

Chapter 135 Fish: Call Me Master
On a winter night, the cold wind blew against the window, and a bright moon was in the sky. The house, which should have been warm and comfortable, was a little quiet at the moment.

Chen Tiankuo looked at the silent Chu Yuelan, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said in the gentlest tone possible:
"I've told you many times before, right? If you meet someone abroad, or find someone you like, and don't want to marry me, you can just tell me... If it's inconvenient for you, I'll take care of it. I'm used to being a jerk anyway, so I don't mind a little scolding."

Chen Tiankuo didn't know if he was the first person to say such words to his fiancée.

He could only try his best to control his tone, making these originally sharp words gentler, more casual and relaxed, and more pleasant to the ear.

Chu Yuelan was silent for a long time, and suddenly looked straight at Chen Tiankuo. Her quiet and gentle eyes became bright and sharp at this moment, as if they could see through people's hearts.

She whispered, "Do you want to get married?"

Chen Tiankuo subconsciously opened his mouth slightly, his throat rolled, but no words came out.

Does he want to get married?
Of course not.

Why didn't you resist from the beginning?

When he and Chu Yuelan met, they were still in junior high school.

The two people had no idea that when they met during an ordinary summer vacation, they had already been convicted of a crime called marriage, but the sentence was only suspended for a few years.

By the time I get older and begin to understand something, it's already too late.

Chen Tiankuo didn't want to get married, and he knew Chu Yuelan didn't want to either.

He wanted to resist, but he lacked the determination and courage.

He had said it lightly just now, but after being a playboy for more than twenty years, he didn't dare to "make trouble" so easily.

Chen Tiankuo stood at the fork in his life, his fiery soul banging against the window. He hesitated and was at a loss, like a trapped beast in a cage, wandering around in place.

He held his breath.

This tone allowed him to advance or retreat, but it seemed insufficient to support him in making a decision.

He doesn't want to hurt anyone, he just wants to get a little more support, maybe that will give him peace of mind.

There was no ripple on Chu Yuelan's face, she just said in the calmest tone:
"You and I both know that we had no chance of resistance from the beginning... Don't be silly."

In front of the cynical Chen Tiankuo, Chu Yuelan becomes more mature, more intellectual, and more reasonable.

Looking at Chu Yuelan like this, Chen Tiankuo felt that familiar and uncomfortable feeling again.

He finally just took a deep breath.

He lowered his head silently, his eyes wandering around the floor.

Chu Yuelan stared at Chen Tiankuo for a while, took off her coat, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

After a while.

Listen to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

Chen Tiankuo's mood became more and more irritable. He held his head with both hands, ruffled his hair, and his mind was also in a mess.

The wind roared behind him, pushing him forward, but he still didn't take a single step forward at the fork in the road, just like he had been cowardly every day in the past few years.

Chen Tiankuo finally stood up, took the cigarettes and lighter from the plate on the coffee table, walked to the window, and opened it.

The biting cold wind made his face hurt. He lit a cigarette with difficulty and took a deep breath.

The stimulation of nicotine in the lungs soothed the complex and melancholy emotions and gradually calmed down.

Chen Tiankuo slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

I wonder how Jiang Feng and Chen Jingyu next door are doing... Chen Tiankuo thought so and suddenly chuckled:
"Jiang Feng, I really envy you."

……

At this time, next door.

Jiang Feng gently placed Chen Jingyu on the bed, adjusted the air conditioner in the room, and went to the kitchen.

He rummaged through the kitchen refrigerator and found some bean sprouts and soaked kelp, probably prepared by the nanny.

Jiang Feng boiled a pot of water, put the washed bean sprouts and shredded kelp into it, and finally added some chopped garlic.

Jiang Feng learned from his mother that kelp soup can sober people up. He remembered that during festivals, whenever his father got drunk, his mother would cook kelp soup for him.

Over time, Jiang Feng learned the technique. Later, when he entered the society and started working, he got hungover after social events and felt uncomfortable a few times. Suddenly, he remembered this technique and tried it once. The effect was very good, so he kept it in mind.

As for using bean sprouts to make soup to sober up, it was told to him by a Korean friend Jiang Feng once knew. It should be a local custom over there.

However, these are methods summarized by ordinary people, so they are definitely effective.

After a while, the soup was ready, and Jiang Feng sprinkled some salt, chopped green onions and pepper on it.

He tasted it and it tasted pretty good.

I don’t know how comfortable it would be to drink a bowl of soup like this.

Jiang Feng came to the living room with a bowl of hot hangover soup, then put the soup on the dining table, ready to wake Chen Jingyu up to drink the soup.

Although this would disturb Chen Jingyu's sleep, it was much better than waking up with a splitting headache the next day.

Jiang Feng pushed open Chen Jingyu's door, but saw that it was pitch black inside.

Weird.

He remembered that he had not turned off the lights when he came out just now.

There was a "click" sound.

The lights in the room turned on.

But it was not opened by Jiang Feng himself.

The room suddenly became bright, and the scene inside became instantly visible.

But Jiang Feng couldn't help but widen his eyes.

On the soft light pink bed, the girl was sitting in a very classic loli style.

She wore a black rubber tight top, revealing her smooth belly and belly button, a short skirt, and a pair of long, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.

There are two red pointed horns on the head.

A curved heart-shaped tail lay quietly behind it.

On the other side of the bed, the clothes that had just been changed were piled up.

Jiang Feng was dumbfounded on the spot.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't understand, but he was extremely shocked.

The little rich woman... No, now it's the little devil, her face still has a blush brought by alcohol.

He looked at Jiang Feng with a dazed look in his eyes.

Suddenly, she gently raised one of her little feet and pointed it towards Jiang Feng.

"Massage my feet."

It was an imperative tone, an unquestionable tone.

Jiang Feng was stunned. He raised his hand and waved it in front of Chen Jingyu's eyes:
"Are you sober now, or are you drunk?"

Chen Jingyu said nothing.

He just frowned slightly, as if he was somewhat unhappy with Jiang Feng's inaction.

Jiang Feng pointed at himself and asked Chen Jingyu: "Then let me ask you now, who am I?"

"slave."

Chen Jingyu answered without hesitation.

Slave, it seems that he is indeed drunk... Jiang Feng's head was full of black lines, and he began to wonder whether the saying "truth comes out when drunk" is true or false.

He squatted down, ready to coax the confused rich woman into drinking the bowl of sobering soup, letting her go back to sleep, and then he would leave quickly.

It’s not for any other reason, it’s just because the little rich woman’s outfit is really too illegal!
Her looks and figure are impeccable, not to mention she has a set of attack speed gear, it's outrageous!
She is a thousand times more beautiful than those slutty girls at comic conventions. After all, her temperament cannot be imitated. Just the face of this rich girl can kill all these cosplayers.

Any normal person would get excited when seeing this, let alone a young man like Jiang Feng.

So he just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible to avoid any accidents. "Good boy, Yubao, listen to me..."

Jiang Feng hadn't finished speaking yet.

A soft black silk foot stepped on his face mercilessly.

And the girl's cold voice: "Call me Master."

"Pah, pah, pah, you kicked me in the mouth..."

Jiang Feng quickly moved Chen Jingyu's feet away, wondering if this dead fish had gone crazy.

Unexpectedly, I was met with a pair of contemptuous eyes.

Chen Jingyu crossed her legs and looked down at him, her eyes filled with both disdain and disgust.

She raised her leg again and gently kicked Jiang Feng in the face with her toes, her tone cold and arrogant:

"Slave, I want you to massage my feet. Don't you understand?"

Jiang Feng was completely stunned at this moment.

Any functioning man, without pretending to be a gentleman, would say that this is a reward for himself.

However, the other party was Chen Jingyu.

Jiang Feng promised Chen Tiankuo that he was just here to cook a bowl of sobering soup.

If something really happened while he stayed here, he doubted whether he would be able to successfully walk out of the door of this apartment tomorrow.

Jiang Feng grabbed Chen Jingyu's black silk feet and put them down. Looking at her disgusted and arrogant eyes, he suddenly had an idea... He finally understood why the male protagonists in romance novels are greasy.

If it were him.

I also want to say something at this moment.

Woman, you are playing with fire!
Jiang Feng restrained himself and took a deep breath, then said to Chen Jingyu in a gentle voice:

"I made you a bowl of soup and I'll give you a foot massage. Can you drink the soup later?"

"Who are you talking to?" Chen Jingyu looked at him coldly.

Jiang Feng endured it again and again, and finally let go of his pride and forced a fake smile: "Master, I'm talking to you."

Chen Jingyu's expression improved a little, but her attitude remained arrogant as she said coldly:

"Press it."

He leaned gently against the head of the bed, supporting his head with his hands, waiting for Jiang Feng to serve him.

What can Jiang Feng do?
Article 1 of the Slave Code: You cannot ignore your master's request to massage your feet.

Jiang Feng was massaging Chen Jingyu's black silk feet, but he wasn't being serious.

As a technician, when faced with this familiar job, I lost my usual enthusiasm and enjoyment, and was left with only discomfort.

He just wanted to get rid of Chen Jingyu quickly (the drunken version) and then get away.

After all, a man's endurance is limited.

After massaging for a while, Jiang Feng felt very tired and asked, "Master, is it okay?"

The rich young woman snorted softly, which was considered as her approval.

Jiang Feng quickly stood up and brought in the soup. Looking at Chen Jingyu who was sitting solemnly by the window, he wanted to say:
Chicken soup is here.

(You stinky fish will be poisoned to the point of being turned upside down).

Jiang Feng thought silently in his heart, then forced a smile: "Master, come, drink soup."

Chen Jingyu opened her mouth slightly, but did not move her hands, as if waiting for Jiang Feng to feed her.

Jiang Feng was quite helpless seeing this, and could only feed Chen Jingyu the soup himself, spoonful after spoonful... until she finished half a bowl.

He pulled a piece of toilet paper from the bedside, wiped the corners of Chen Jingyu's mouth, and then laid her down on the bed.

Take off the little devil's headband and the little devil's tail attached to the short skirt to prevent them from hurting people when sleeping.

Who knows where this cosplay costume came from, and I didn’t know that Dead Fish had this kind of hobby?
Jiang Feng decided to go back and interrogate Gao Jiayuan and find out from him whether Siyu had any interest in cosplay.

I hope that Siyu is just drunk today and not some fucked-up second personality, otherwise this urban rebirth handsome and cool novel will turn into a Japanese fantasy light novel... Jiang Feng muttered to himself while covering Chen Jingyu with a blanket.

Then he comforted:
"Master, it's getting late, go to bed."

Bah.

Jiang Feng was bending over to tidy up the quilt for Chen Jingyu when he suddenly froze.

Was attacked?

He touched his wet face in disbelief, raised his body, and looked at Chen Jingyu in surprise:
"What are you doing?"

Seeing Jiang Feng's strong reaction, Chen Jingyu's eyes were filled with confusion.

"Slave, well done. This is your reward."

Jiang Feng was completely numb.

He quickly turned off the lights, leaving only a small night light on by the bed, then quickly left the room with the bowl of soup.

After Jiang Feng came out, he leaned against the wall, his heart pounding like a deer running around, and his breathing took a long time to calm down.

At this moment, his blood seemed to be boiling.

"Damn it, I've lived two lives, how could I be seduced by a little girl?"

Jiang Feng expressed his great incomprehension and found it difficult to agree with this, but the heartbeat that was about to burst out of his chest could not cover up any false lies.

Jiang Fenglian took several deep breaths before he regained some composure. He then glanced at Chen Jingyu's door and quickly shook his head.
"It's not a good place to stay for long..."

It is not advisable to stay in the devil's lair for too long. Wait for the warrior to return after leveling up, obtain the imperial sword, and kill you, the monster, in minutes.

Jiang Feng comforted himself in his heart and told himself that he was not a coward, but that the timing was not right.

Then he went to the kitchen, put down the soup bowl, and quickly left Chen Jingyu's apartment.

……

On the street in the early morning, Jiang Feng finally hailed a taxi.

As soon as he got in the car, the driver raised his eyebrows at him and said, "Handsome guy, do you want to wash your feet? I know a good place."

"No, thanks."

Jiang Feng's face was calm, but he was cursing in his heart.

This taxi driver kept talking about all sorts of things. Today, he didn't want to hear the word "feet" again.

"Hey, handsome, it's so late, why not go and relax, it's absolutely safe."

"Brother, if you continue like this, I'll call the police."

The driver was asking for trouble. Seeing Jiang Feng's masculine look, he knew that this part-time job of soliciting passengers for extra income was hopeless. He curled his lips and concentrated on driving.

"You college students are just so inexperienced that you don't know the benefits of this. Washing feet is a sign of a mature man..."

The driver was very talkative and kept talking all the way, with endless topics to talk about.

"If I hadn't rejected the mayor's daughter, would I still be driving a taxi? I'd be enjoying my life at home, with an Audi and a 100-square-meter house..."

"Young man, let me tell you, if you meet a girl with good conditions in the future, don't worry about whether she is pretty or not, just take her over. What's wrong with being your son-in-law? At least you won't have to suffer losses outside like me every day. I just regret not finding a rich woman when I was young and beautiful..."

Jiang Feng's eyelids twitched as he listened to the taxi driver chattering.

Is this how you chat?
If he didn't know this person at all, he would definitely say that the other party did it on purpose.

Jiang Feng only felt the noise, so he leaned against the car window, closed his eyes and tried to block out all the distractions.

But the scene just now kept appearing in my mind, as well as the feeling of those soft black feet on my face...

Jiang Feng suddenly opened his eyes:

"Oh no, I'm possessed."

(End of this chapter)