Chapter 12 Do I Taste Good Down There?

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Chapter 12 of "The Invincible Supreme Medical God" begins unfolding events: Chapter 12: Chapter 12 Do I Taste Good Down There? ... In the blazing summer heat, taking... Continue reading!

Chapter 12: Chapter 12 Do I Taste Good Down There? ... In the blazing summer heat, taking a big gulp of refreshing, ice-cold draft beer is undoubtedly a pleasure. But for someone like Lobster Liu, who first got beaten black and blue, then was forced to "DUANG! DUANG! DUANG!" chug down a massive barrel of draft beer, that feeling... well, it's something else entirely... Even though draft beer has a low alcohol content and isn't easy to get drunk on, drinking such a massive barrel in one go—even if seven or eight-tenths spill out—isn't something a normal person could handle. By the time half the beer in the barrel was gone, Lobster Liu was already wasted, passed out on the ground, twitching in spasms and vomiting non-stop, making the ground a filthy, disgusting mess. Xia Rou covered her nose and mouth, stepping back a few paces in disgust. Yan Xiaobao turned back to look at the seven or eight lackeys under Lobster Liu's command. "So, do you guys want to drink, or do you want to get the hell out of here for me to see?" "Big bro, I don't drink..." "Sir, I'm allergic to alcohol..." "We'll leave... We'll leave right now!" The seven or eight lackeys immediately dropped down and, in a remarkably standard forward-roll formation, rolled out of Yan Xiaobao's sight at lightning speed. A few shop owners, who were always bullied by Lobster Liu's group, couldn't hold back any longer and burst into hearty laughter. The onlooking crowd followed suit, laughing and joking rowdily. "Hahaha, today was really educational—I didn't know that's how the word 'roll' was written!" "What goes around comes around. The evil always get their due." "That little handsome guy is amazing. He must be the legendary Inheritor." "Sigh, it's a pity he's already got a wife. Otherwise..." "Oh, come on, sis. You're at least a whole zodiac cycle older than that young man..." ... Xia Rou quickly led Yan Xiaobao and the others away from the scene, rushing off to another street where they found a Lanzhou Ramen shop to grab a quick bite. Too much had happened today, and all she wanted now was to go home, take a nice hot shower, and sleep soundly. Compared to lobsters, both big and small, Lanzhou Ramen was much cheaper and far from fancy, but Yan Xiaobao didn't mind at all. On the contrary, he became quite intrigued by the art of hand-making knife-cut noodles, so much so that he personally sliced up a bowl. "Rourou, my dear wife, look at my knife skills—pretty impressive, huh?" Yan Xiaobao beamed as he picked up the noodles he had sliced and presented them to Xia Rou as if offering a precious treasure. "Quick, taste them and see if the noodles I made are delicious!" "Pfft... Cough, cough..." Chen Long nearly spat the noodles in his mouth onto Zheng Xiaoyu's face across the table. Xia Rou and Zheng Xiaoyu, being much more innocent-minded than Chen Long, didn't find anything odd about the phrase "Are the noodles I made delicious?". And, in fact, for Yan Xiaobao's first attempt at knife-cut noodles, the strands were whisper-thin, nearly as delicate as cicada wings, and astonishingly uniform in length, even better than those made by professional noodle chefs. Xia Rou couldn't help but click her tongue in admiration. Curious, she picked up a strand of the noodles and tasted it; it was genuinely much better than the knife-cut noodles she usually had. "Not bad, pretty tasty." She hadn't eaten much in the shop earlier, and her appetite was now slightly piqued. "Of course! The noodles I made myself must be the best tasting." Yan Xiaobao was overjoyed and happily whipped up three more bowls, asking the chef to cook them and then serving them himself. "Thank you, Brother Bao." Chen Long, awed by Yan Xiaobao's martial arts skills, showed his gratitude with great respect. "No need to thank me." Yan Xiaobao waved him off. "Honestly, if you two weren't my wife, I wouldn't bother making noodles for you to eat. But I got hooked on slicing the noodles earlier and ended up making extra, so count yourselves lucky." "Who cares! If it weren't for you stirring up trouble, I'd still be happily feasting on spicy crawfish!" Zheng Xiaoyu scornfully turned up her nose and called out, "Boss, get me a bowl of ramen instead." "If you're not eating it, then great—Rourou, my dear wife, you eat it." Yan Xiaobao wasn't angry and pushed Zheng Xiaoyu's bowl of noodles toward Xia Rou. "One bowl is enough for me. You eat it yourself." Xia Rou pushed the bowl back toward Yan Xiaobao. Yan Xiaobao didn't argue further, slurping down both bowls of noodles in no time. Seeing the ramen chef working on pulling noodles by hand, he found it fascinating and ran over to try making a bowl of hand-pulled noodles as well. "You're eating again?" Xia Rou was slightly startled and tried to warn him. "Overeating isn't good for your health." "This is only the third bowl." Yan Xiaobao slurped up a long strand of ramen. "Heavenly Sister always prepares lots of food for me so I'm well-fed and strong enough to practice my martial arts." "Who's Heavenly Sister?" Xia Rou instinctively asked. "Heavenly Sister is my mentor—and also my wife," Yan Xiaobao replied, his face lighting up with a warm, wistful expression. "..." Xia Rou was rendered speechless. This Yan Xiaobao was like a character straight out of a TV drama, someone who didn't seem to belong in this world. "Heavenly Sister... Might as well call her Teletubbies..." Zheng Xiaoyu muttered as she ate her ramen, not missing the chance to throw shade. Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold swept through the room, making Zheng Xiaoyu shiver involuntarily. When she looked up, she found herself face-to-face with Yan Xiaobao's razor-sharp, blade-like gaze. She let out a terrified scream, dropping her chopsticks in fright. "Whoever dares speak ill of Heavenly Sister, I'll make them mute—they won't be able to say another word for life!" Yan Xiaobao's voice turned ice-cold and terrifying. It was the first time Xia Rou had seen such a frightening expression from him, so she quickly tried to mediate. "Don't be angry. Xiao Yu wasn't saying anything bad about your Heavenly Sister." "Is that true?" Yan Xiaobao asked doubtfully. "Wife, you better not lie to me, or I'll spank your butt!" "Not lying, it's true." Chen Long chimed in hastily as well, "Teletubbies is a very famous children's cartoon, and its characters are super adorable." "Oh, I see..." Yan Xiaobao's icy demeanor instantly melted, as if the frozen tundra had turned to blooming spring. "Heavenly Sister is the most beautiful woman in the world. Mhm, she's indeed very adorable too." "Uh... Brother Bao, with your martial arts skills, are you..." Chen Long leaned in close and lowered his voice. "Are you one of those legendary Inheritors?" Yan Xiaobao tilted his head. "What's an Inheritor?" "I read about it on a mysterious website..." Chen Long said mysteriously, "Apparently, there are people in this world with extraordinary talents. They inherit certain legendary supernatural abilities and are called Inheritors." "Supernatural abilities, huh... The internet's full of nonsense. Do you really believe everything you read? Use your brain." Zheng Xiaoyu interjected impatiently, rolling her eyes at Chen Long. "Supernatural abilities are real!" Chen Long retorted stubbornly. "Many strange occurrences have actually happened. Without those abilities, how could ordinary people achieve such feats?" "Yeah, sure—Batman, Superman, Thor, the Hulk... they're all real, huh?" Zheng Xiaoyu scoffed, clearly not in the mood for further debate, and continued eating her ramen. ... [Please bookmark, recommend, and support with tips!] ...

Chapter 12 Do I Taste Good Down There?

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