Chapter 92: Things Are Not As Expected

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Things Are Not As Expected

In truth, Mao Lin had selfish intentions today. She had brought her daughter, Mao Qingqing, over specifically to seduce the Young Master Beihuang.

But before her daughter could even make a move, that Mao Yang had to run out and steal the spotlight with her incessant blabbering!

’Is she insane!’

Tiger Flame’s gaze was scorching, and the temperature around him seemed to rise with it. "It seems the South Desolate Continent is indeed fertile ground. The females it raises all have such... unique personalities."

’This female before me claims I only receive this treatment because of my status, completely ignoring my own strength. How laughable.’

’Females. They’ve become the one thing every male beast dreams of, simply because they are rare. For them, being doted on from birth, enjoying preferential treatment and privilege, has made them shortsighted and ignorant.’

’Their pervasive arrogance is truly disgusting.’

Mao Yang’s breath hitched. His gaze fell upon her, and her heart began to pound violently in her chest.

’Ahhh...!’

’This was the right move!’

’The gentle, fawning approach really doesn’t work on high-status male beasts. They’re already surrounded by females like that.’

’As a female with low-level fertility, how could I possibly compete with those of a higher level? I have to do the complete opposite of what’s expected to grab a male beast’s attention and hold it.’

Mao Yang mentally pumped her fist, her glare toward the Young Master Beihuang growing even more intense.

Sure enough, Tiger Flame’s gaze remained fixed on her.

He then recalled his time at the military academy in the Northern Wilderness. Among all the required courses for male beasts, aside from the densely packed combat classes, there was one other: a "Culinary Course," established for the sole purpose of pleasing females.

His gaze locked onto Mao Yang, his expression sinking. His ice-blue eyes looked utterly dangerous.

"How about this," he said. "I just tried Nantong City’s pan-fried meat cutlets and stewed meat. They weren’t bad. I’ll give you an option. If you can cook a delicious meal that pleases me, I will forgive your insolence and even grant you one request."

Mao Yang froze.

’???’

Mao Yang screamed internally. ’This isn’t how it’s supposed to go! Shouldn’t the Young Master be developing some kind of special feelings for me? Shouldn’t he be unable to stop thinking about me?!’

’Then he was supposed to force me to sit beside him! I would make my demands, and the Young Master, for my sake, would forgive Mao Qingqing and recall the warriors besieging the East District!’

...

By the time Feng Si arrived at the reception building with Yang Wen, the Beastmen in the second-floor banquet hall were gathered in a circle. Their tall bodies formed an immovable iron wall, and every one of them was facing inward.

Although they were clearly gathered to watch a spectacle, the scene was eerily silent and orderly. The only sound was a soft, aggrieved whimper.

Feng Si, followed by Yang Wen and a group of Nantong City Beastmen, hurried over. The Nantong City guards pushed through the outer ring of Beastmen, clearing a path for Feng Si to reach the center of the circle.

There, in the very middle, stood Mao Yang. A long table before her held a stove and various fresh meats. The freshly skinned carcass of a pig lay directly on the tabletop, still dripping blood.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Two formidable sub-females stood behind her, guarding her at the stove. Every time she tried to take a step away, they shoved her back. She looked completely helpless.

"Are you not going to start? Do you need me to say ’please’?" Tiger Flame sat alone in a chair, slowly extending a long, powerful hand to his side.

The sleeve of his sweater had ridden up slightly, revealing his wrist. His entire hand looked sinewy and strong. An attendant respectfully placed a small, round green melon in his palm, and under the light of the banquet hall’s crystal chandelier, his hand looked like a sculpted work of art.

Mao Yang bit her lower lip so hard it could have bled. Her tears streamed into her mouth, tasting incredibly bitter.

She didn’t know how to cook at all. She hadn’t so much as washed a single vegetable in her entire life!

’*Sob sob sob...*’

’How could he do this! Forcing a female to prepare a meal for him... *sob*...’ 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Tiger Flame’s eyes turned cold. He casually tossed the small green melon in his palm and then, without any warning, hurled it at Mao Yang.

’If she finds cooking for a male beast so humiliating, why is she still standing there looking so reluctant?’

Mao Yang was scared stiff, frozen to the spot. She had been sheltered her whole life, and in the face of imminent danger, her eyes filled with nothing but shock and disbelief.

Even as she was crying, a part of her had clung to a sliver of hope, gambling that since the Young Master was a male beast, he wouldn’t dare be so unchivalrous. She had never, ever imagined—

"CLANG!"

The small green melon collided with a bamboo basket in midair. The woven bamboo basket caught the melon and landed with a wobble on the counter, sending flecks of blood from the raw meat flying everywhere.

Mao Yang lowered her gaze. Her face was splattered with blood, which mingled with her tears and dripped from her cheeks. Pinkish drops landed on her white fur clothes.

A flash of secret delight passed through her. She thought her gamble had paid off.

Mao Yang looked up at the Young Master, the only one seated. Under the brilliant lights, the handsome male beast had his head tilted. A fleck of blood had splattered near his deep-set eyes, stark against his silver hair.

As if struck by a thought, Mao Yang whipped her head around. There, amidst the crowd of massive, fierce male beasts, a black-haired sub-female was expressionlessly rubbing her wrist. She was plain, yet it was impossible to look away.

Everyone in the banquet hall had seen the instant the Young Master threw the food.

A seemingly delicate sub-female had reacted with lightning speed, rushing forward to snatch a bamboo basket of vegetables from the side. With swift, precise, and decisive motion, she had used the basket to intercept the flying object, catching the rock-hard melon.

Under the watchful eyes of all, she shone like a bright moon in a pitch-black sky.

"Food is not meant to be wasted." Shaking her slightly pained hand, Feng Si spoke calmly.

In the silent hall, everyone finally snapped out of the shock of what had just happened. This was especially true for the group of sub-females behind the stove. Like Mao Qiu, they had been seized by the unreasonable Beihuang Warriors and forced to cook for them.

Their communicators had been confiscated the moment they arrived, and they were forbidden from contacting the outside world, confined to the kitchen like servants. They were only let out to "help" when Mao Yang was ordered to cook.

Now, seeing Feng Si, a sub-female they all knew, they could no longer contain their emotions and began to cry out in excitement.

"It’s Feng Si!"

"She’ll figure out a way to get us out of here, right?"

"She impressed the City Lord and even created pickled cabbage! She has to have a way!"

"If it were Feng Si taking on the Young Master Beihuang’s challenge just now, we wouldn’t have to be afraid, would we?"

"Feng Si is a sub-female. Even if she’s a great cook, there’s no way a noble like the Young Master Beihuang would deign to bargain with her, right?"

"Oh... she offended the Young Master. She’s done for. We’re all done for."

The sub-females had been ecstatic just moments before, having witnessed Feng Si step up and block the Young Master Beihuang’s projectile for Mao Yang. But after a flurry of whispers, they became utterly dejected once more.

Feng Si lowered her hand, her gaze sweeping past the unharmed Mao Yang to search the group of sub-females behind her.