Chapter 348 - 348 346 Jing Mei Oh

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348: Chapter 346: Jing Mei Oh 348: Chapter 346: Jing Mei Oh The Netherworld Ghost Ship was truly marvelous; although the singing and dancing inside carried an indescribable eeriness, the kitchen was entirely different, lacking none of the warmth of the Mortal World, with all kinds of cooking utensils fully available. Even the ingredients, it was unknown who had prepared them, were all fresh. Cooking rice and flaming dishes surely took some time. Fang Geyu said he was hungry, and he must have been truly hungry. Baili An simply made it easy, stewing two soups, one red and one white, known as Yin and Yang pots, a common dish in Central Netherworld, the Yin Yang hot pot. Watching Baili An lay out the dishes and tableware, Li Jiujiu felt as if she were dreaming, then looking at the delicious dishes on the table, she completely changed her view on this fairy who doesn’t partake in the Mortal World’s delicacies and couldn’t help but ask, “Is there any wine?” Baili An looked up, his snow-white nose-tip dotted with a bit of soot, which made his cold face appear more humane. He smiled and fished out two jars of wine from the food box, saying, “Don’t drink too much.” Li Jiujiu was stunned, almost dazzled by that smile. Could it be that Su Jing could also smile? And his smile was damnably charming. With her face reddened, Li Jiujiu lowered her head, obediently agreeing, and the deep hatred she once held was also quickly forgotten. Charcoal burned under the clay pot, the river water outside the ship quivered, and a ghostly silence filled the air. Yet inside was a warm atmosphere, a rare peace amidst Ghost Mountain. The Pipa Ghost played outside, no longer singing silently; her hoarse voice, slightly magnetized, threw the night into disorder. Baili An naturally took a small bowl from Fang Geyu’s hand. On their journey from Xianling City, they had been eating and traveling together, and he knew Fang Geyu’s and Lin Yuan’s food preferences like the back of his hand. He knew Fang Geyu liked dipping sauces for hotpot, particularly those sweet yet slightly spicy. After the sauce was mixed, drizzled with fragrant oil, and garnished with chopped spring onions, he dipped thin slices of lamb in the non-spicy black chicken broth pot twice before returning them to the bowl. Fang Geyu took the small bowl, and as she stared at the two pieces of lamb, she momentarily lost herself in thought, then looked up at Baili An, a smile suddenly appeared on her lips; she also dipped a piece of lamb into the spicy pot, then brought it up to his lips. Baili An pressed down his chopsticks, saying, “I don’t eat this.” It wasn’t that he didn’t eat it; he couldn’t. As their gazes met, Fang Geyu asked teasingly, “Really not eating?” Smelling the fragrance of the lamb and pot, Baili An hesitated before it dawned on him that he was in Su Jing’s body at that moment. Su Jing was human, a being who didn’t need to live on blood. He could eat meat, drink soup. So, everything on this table, at this moment, he could actually eat? Seeing him dumbfounded, Fang Geyu’s smile dimmed, her gaze grew tender, and her voice softened teasingly, “If you don’t try, how will you know the taste? Come on, open your mouth and taste.” Holding an empty bowl and biting on her chopsticks, Li Jiujiu was shaken by that gentle ‘come on’. Dead, tonight’s Su Jing was so untypically odd. Fang Geyu, when did you ever show such tenderness? Baili An lowered his head and ate the piece of meat. The profound warmth and spiciness pressed on his tongue, a long-missed flavor of the Mortal World, a warm taste that, as it reached his stomach, brought back a hint of mild tartness and loneliness. Watching this affectionate scene, Li Jiujiu felt envious, sighing lightly, “If Little An were here, it would be nice.” She also wanted to feed him. Having a couple bites of meat and suggestively loosening her collar to feed her Corpse Demon, she’d certainly outshine these two women. Baili An almost choked on her unexpected remark. Fang Geyu also casually pulled back her chopsticks, bowing her head to eat. How come it felt like stealing someone’s man right in front of them? Even more terrifying, Li Jiujiu wore a âblessing-youâ smile. The vegetables were fresh, the meat juicy, the fish and shrimps smooth, the fruits sweet until the late night; Baili An and Fang Geyu couldn’t help but join Li Jiujiu in a few drinks. Friendships are often cultivated over drinks, especially on this chillingly cold Little Forget River, where the steaming heat from the hot pot filled the room. Since regaining consciousness, Baili An had never had such a lively and delightful meal; his body was no longer icy and lifeless, feeling warm with boiling meat entering his belly. His tolerance for alcohol had always been poor; after having Yin Baishuang’s muddy wine, he had slept for a long time. Now, after three or four cups, he realized Su Jing’s body was capable of heavy drinking without getting drunk. Blessed be. Lin Yuan once said, not to let Fang Geyu drink as she always caused trouble when drunk. Remembering this, Baili An only allowed her one drink. Indeed, her tolerance was poor; with only a slight touch of the cup, she was already affected. Although spirited, she could hardly sit still, swaying back and forth until she climbed onto Baili An’s lap, curling up like a cat, tossing aside the ribbons and silver chains from her hair. Her black, lustrous hair scattered beautifully across her shoulders, not going on a drunken rampage and setting fire to the ship as Lin Yuan had described. Her little figure snuggled there quietly, causing no fuss, her cheeks flushed, sipping lightly from her cup. Occasionally choked by the sharp drink, she would turn her head, look up with those foggy, bewildered eyes, gently tug at Baili An’s sleeve, foregone her typically haughty and domineering demands, acting coquettishly and asking him to feed her whatever dish she craved. Baili An had never imagined an intoxicated Fang Geyu could be so well-behaved. A drunken Fang Geyu was quite messy when eating, like a child dribbling food; as Baili An fed her the greens with his chopsticks, droplets of oil would sometimes splash onto his pristine sleeves, quite conspicuous. “I say, Jing mei…” A warm arm unceremoniously draped over Baili An’s shoulder, Li Jiujiu’s complexion flushed, her eyes filled with drunken haziness, her speech somewhat unclear. Though she had a fair tolerance, it was within limits; she had consumed most of two jars of wine by herself. Now the alcohol hit her, her mind clouded, utterly forgetting Su Jing’s usual conduct, daring to touch the tiger’s butt. Baili An’s fingers tensed, his headache immense. Jing mei? What kind of ridiculous nickname was that? Helplessly, Baili An picked up a clean handkerchief, moistened it with water, and cooled her cheek, murmuring discontentedly, “Don’t call me whatever you like; who is your Jing mei?” Li Jiujiu burped, revealing a mischievous smile. Perhaps the alcohol brought out her emotions; drunk, Su Jing’s face no longer intimidated her. She even audaciously rambled, “Fang Geyu is my friend, I am older than her, she is my sister, and you are her man but not that one above us, I surely can’t call you brother-in-law, so Su Jing is too formal, Jing mei is better.”

Chapter 348 - 348 346 Jing Mei Oh

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