After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

"Clang—clang—clang—!"

The clear sound of the bronze bell echoed through the Wolf Fang Valley.

The kids who were just wailing and pretending to be sick on the playground suddenly became like they had been injected with chicken blood, and one by one they sprang up from the ground!

Broken legs? Stomach aches? Not a chance! Medical miracles can happen at any time when faced with the aroma of braised pork!

"Hurry up! If you're late, the chicken legs will be gone!"

"Tiger, stop pushing me! You're about to pull my pants down!"

Hundreds of students, like hungry wolves released from their cages, howled as they rushed toward the newly opened Qin Family Dining Hall on the west side of the academy.

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Inside the dining hall.

Steaming hot, with the aroma of meat filling the air.

This is not the kind of soup kitchen where a few large pots are used to cook thin soup, but a "self-service restaurant" designed by Su Wan according to modern standards!

On a long row of red brick stoves, there were more than a dozen huge wooden basins. The braised pork, with its bright red color and rich but not greasy texture, trembled slightly in the broth.

Golden and crispy fried chicken legs were piled up like a small mountain; there were also fresh and crisp stir-fried vegetables and braised tofu soaked in broth... The best part was that there were two large buckets of plum juice with ice cubes on the side, with tempting water droplets hanging on the sides of the buckets.

"Slurp—" The students who had just rushed in were so drooling when they saw the table full of food that they almost swelled up their feet!

They might not eat meat even once a year at home, but here they can eat it whenever they want?!

Is this an academy? This must be paradise!

"Line up! Everyone line up!" Behind the stove, the third brother, Qin Meng, wearing a mismatched floral apron, banged a metal ladle bigger than his face against the edge of the pot, making a deafening noise: "Anyone who cuts in line will have an extra hour of military training this afternoon!"

That shout instantly straightened the previously chaotic line. After all, nobody wanted to be hung on a tree and dried into jerky.

"Third Master! I want meat! Lots of fatty meat!" Tiger held up an iron plate and eagerly handed it over.

"Eat! Eat more and you'll gain weight!" Qin Meng wasn't like those shaky cafeteria ladies.

He scooped it down, a truly hearty spoonful! A huge spoonful of braised pork completely filled Tiger's plate, the sauce overflowing. "You need to eat your fill to have the energy to take a beating... oh no, to train!"

Watching the children wolf down their food, Su Wan, standing in the corner, smiled with satisfaction.

This is what she wanted—a "nutritional lunch program." To transform these emaciated wild children into elite soldiers, training alone wouldn't suffice; they needed proper nutrition!

"Sister-in-law." The fourth brother, Qin Yue, walked over, fanning himself with a folding fan. Looking at the bowls of meat that were quickly empty, he was calculating in his mind, but his face was full of doting affection: "This meal has eaten up the harvest of half an acre of land."

"It's just that my sister-in-law is kind-hearted. If it were any other academy, they'd be lucky to get two steamed buns."

"This is an investment." Su Wan turned around and took out a white porcelain jar from the food box behind her.

As soon as the lid was opened, a rich and mellow milky aroma wafted out.

This is premium high-calcium milk produced by the system's farm.

In this era, milk was a rare commodity, affordable only to royalty and nobility, and it often had a strong, unpleasant smell. But the milk in Su Wan's hands, after being processed by the system, was sweet, smooth, and completely free of any fishy or gamey odor.

"Just eating meat isn't enough; we need calcium. Otherwise, everyone will end up like you, Fourth Brother, easily blown away by the wind." Su Wan joked, taking out an exquisite glass and pouring a glass of milk.

Qin Yue: "..." He felt offended! He was supposed to be dashing and debonair! How could he be so easily blown away by the wind?

"Come on, teachers, you've all worked hard." Su Wan carried the milk to the "faculty and staff table" reserved for the Qin brothers.

At this moment, all seven brothers (except for the third brother who was still getting food) were sitting together. The atmosphere... was a bit strange.

Qin An, the seventh brother, had just come out of the infirmary and was sitting in the far corner.

His gloomy eyes were fixed on Su Wan's bandaged fingers, and a faint smile lingered on his lips, making one's heart tremble.

"Time to drink milk." Su Wan pretended not to see the murderous look in Lao Qi's eyes, picked up the cup, and took a sip herself as an example.

Sweet and smooth. *Glug*

She swallowed it.

But because she drank too quickly, when she put down the cup, a white stain inevitably appeared on her upper lip.

It was like having grown a cute little mustache. Against the backdrop of her cherry-red lips, this touch of white seemed particularly striking, and yet also particularly...

The air at the dining table seemed to freeze instantly.

Several pairs of eyes were simultaneously fixed on her lips.

Qin An, the seventh brother, swallowed hard. He remembered the taste of blood he had just tasted in the infirmary. Sweet. Then this milk… is it even sweeter?

"Sister-in-law." Qin An suddenly stood up, his pale fingers reaching out: "Your mouth is dirty. Let me help you..."

His eyes were fixed on that patch of white, and he licked his canine teeth with the tip of his tongue, the meaning of which was clear—he wanted to get rid of it completely.

"Snap!" A folding fan appeared out of nowhere, blocking Qin An's hand.

"Seventh Brother, be mindful of your manners." Qin Yue looked at him with a half-smile, then took out a silk handkerchief embroidered with gold thread from his pocket and handed it to Su Wan: "Sister-in-law, use this. This is a tribute from the Jiangnan Textile Bureau; it's soft and won't hurt your mouth."

Su Wan was about to reach out to take the handkerchief.

"Bang!" A rough, large, calloused hand slammed heavily on the table.

It carries an undeniable domineering air.

It's the boss, Qin Lie.

He remained silent, like a silent lion. But when he moved, all the jackals and tigers had to scatter.

Qin Lie ignored the seventh brother's gloom and the fourth brother's eagerness. He simply extended his index finger, which was covered with thin calluses.

"Big brother?" Su Wan was stunned as she watched the finger approach.

Qin Lie remained silent. His fingertips, rough and burning hot, honed from years of wielding a knife, pressed heavily onto Su Wan's soft lips.

Friction. Crushing.

The extreme contrast between roughness and delicacy sent shivers down Su Wan's spine! She could feel the lines on his fingertips brushing against her sensitive lips.

One stroke. Two strokes. He wiped the white stain clean.

Su Wan's lips, rubbed even redder by his slightly punitive actions, looked like ripe cherries.

"B-Big Brother..." Su Wan's face turned so red it was almost bleeding. This was the cafeteria lobby! Hundreds of eyes were watching!

Qin Lie withdrew his hand. Just when everyone thought he was going to wipe his hands with a handkerchief.

He made a move that left everyone (including Su Wan) breathless.

He stared at the milky white residue on his fingertip. His eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well. Then, he put his finger in his mouth.

"Glug." He swallowed the milk that was still warm from Su Wan's lips.

Qin Lie withdrew his finger, his gaze fixed intently on the stunned Su Wan. His voice was deep, hoarse, and carried a menacing quality that made one's legs go weak:

"Mmm." "It's quite sweet."

Boom—! Su Wan felt like her skull was about to explode!

This...this is an indirect kiss! And it happened in front of so many of my brothers!

Bro, weren't you supposed to be a steady, reliable dad type? How did you end up like this?!

The air around them seemed to ignite. Fourth Brother Qin Yue nearly snapped the folding fan in his hand, his peach-blossom eyes filled with bitterness: "Big Brother...can I try some of this milk too?"

Qin An, the seventh brother, lowered his head and sinisterly traced the surface of the table with his scalpel: "It's dirty... that finger is dirty..."

Qin Meng, the third brother, who had just returned from getting his food, saw this scene and dropped his iron ladle on the ground with a clatter: "Big...Big brother is eating all by himself!"

Qin Lie, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He picked up the half-finished glass of milk Su Wan had drunk and downed it in one gulp. However...

He then stood up, blocking all prying eyes like a wall:

"What are you all looking at?" He coldly swept his gaze over the group of dumbfounded students (and their friends): "Are you full?"

"After a good meal, the afternoon military training will be doubled." "Especially—" He glanced at the fourth and seventh brothers: "You two are too weak. You'll train with the students this afternoon!"

"Why?!" the fourth son wailed. "I'm the school board member who paid for it!"

"I'm the school doctor," Old Seven protested coldly.

"Because I'm the eldest brother." Qin Lie's lips curled into a cold, hard smile. He placed his large hand on Su Wan's shoulder and squeezed it as if asserting his ownership: "Also... the milk that Jiao Jiao gave us, only those who do heavy physical labor deserve to drink it."

"You...are too weak."