CHAPTER 629: CHAPTER 629: RICE WINE WITH SHENSHEN?

"Okay." Yu Longting, with his volatile temper, actually endured and started to help me fasten the buttons, "Go ahead."

With the buttons on my cheongsam done up in a hurry, I dashed outside, "Little Fatty, spare Shenshen!"

In the hallway, Xiao Shenshen had somehow stolen some alcohol.

He got himself so drunk that the scent of ginseng emanating from him was now mixed with a fragrant whiff of alcohol.

Little Fatty crawled onto Shenshen’s shoulder, ready to bite into the tenderest part of the neck.

Upon hearing my words, Little Fatty stopped, "What’s up? Want to share?"

"No, no! This is my pet, you can’t eat it." I scooped up Little Fatty in my hands, "The beef you want to eat, I’ll go buy it first thing tomorrow, a whole one."

It was seriously a matter of life and death. Shenshen was already so nutritious and tender that it made one drool.

And now, after stealing a drink, he turned himself into a wine-infused delicacy and became even more irresistible. What was he up to?

Little Fatty poked his head out from my palm, eyeing the drunkenly sprawled Shenshen who was sleeping in a spread-eagled position on the floor, "A pet? Your pet is also mine, right?"

"In theory, that’s correct." I was anxious, worried that this wouldn’t persuade the Ice Silkworm.

After all, Little Fatty was powerful, and if it really wanted to eat Shenshen,

It would be very difficult to stop it...

Little Fatty’s beady eyes shone thoughtfully for a moment, "Let me go, I want to greet my pet."

"Okay..." I let go, thinking as long as it didn’t eat Shenshen, that would be fine.

Little Fatty might look plump and chubby, but when it comes to being a Great Grandmaster, it certainly acted the part.

Once it agreed to do something, it would never go back on its word.

Little Fatty landed and crawled onto Shenshen’s chubby little hand, "From now on, you’re also my pet."

So, does that mean I’m out of this?

"Then I’m going to sleep?" I said to Little Fatty.

Little Fatty nodded, "Hmm, don’t forget my cow."

Heh, as if I would dare forget.

Worried that Yu Longting had been waiting for a while, I rushed back to my room in haste.

The curtains were open, and Yu Longting was standing with his back to me, staring pensively at the lively fireworks outside the window.

From behind him, I wrapped my arms around Yu Longting’s waist, "The atmosphere of the New Year’s is so nice, so lively and so united, with delicious food to boot."

"I didn’t know before, humans celebrate New Year’s in such an interesting way; my past may have been lived in vain." His serene and lofty voice seemed to roll through a thousand years, crossing the sea of time, echoing in my ears.

*

The next day, I got up at six in the morning.

Accompanied by Yu Longting, we headed to the morning market.

Wanting to buy a whole cow in the town during the New Year period was actually quite difficult.

We could only try to persuade the old man who came to the market every morning to sell fresh milk to sell us one of his two milk cows.

He was selling milk, not cows.

In the end, the old man agreed. Most of it was due to my reputation and the fact that we paid three times the price to seal the deal.

We bought the cow and brought it back, weighing over a thousand pounds, I’d guess.

Cows from the countryside are all quite large, capable of kicking a person to invalidity with just one hoof.

Little Fatty took no more than ten minutes to finish it off.

I was already used to this.

Yu Rongling was so shocked he could have dropped his jaw, "Damn, Sister-in-law, the way... the ones you keep by your side eat, you will be ruined sooner or later!"

"Shenshen eats less!!" Shenshen was so shocked that his eyes bulged roundly, and at that moment, as if realizing that eating less was also a virtue, he shyly smirked.

If he knew about the close call he had yesterday, I wonder if he could still remain so serene.

Zhang Zidao, lured by the smell, woke up from his meditation, his eyes glittering with gold.

Seems like Yu Rongling thought of the feces that Zhang Zidao carried on the road, glanced at the silkworm frass on the ground, and covered his mouth in despair, "This old guy, he’s not going to collect... this shit again, is he?"

But who knew, Zhang Zidao simply gave a glance, then went back to entering meditation calmly.

Perhaps it was because the cow and the Spider Gu digested their food differently resulting in a different value for their waste??

Anyway, I don’t understand it.

At this moment, a cool and distant girl’s voice came from the door, "Su Wan, I... I’ve brought you something."