great-warnovel Chapter 133 Starving? Third Brother said in public, "This has your sister-in-law's saliva
Chapter 133 Starving? Third Brother said in public, "This has your sister-in-law's saliva
In the early morning in Langya Village, there was no smell of blood in the air, but rather a tantalizing aroma of burning.
That's the exquisite aroma that bursts forth after the oil is roasted over charcoal and sprinkled with cumin from the Western Regions and the Qin family's secret honey.
Under the crooked old locust tree at the village entrance, which used to be a place where the village elders would chat and gossip while eating melon seeds, it has now become a chilling "forest of flesh".
"Crunch... crunch..."
The thick hemp rope was taut in the cold wind, making a teeth-grinding screech.
Li Daba and the troublemakers among the hunters were like strings of dried bacon, hanging upside down on tree branches.
That night, they experienced hell.
First, he was electrocuted to the point of incontinence, then he was forced to sign a contract of servitude. He thought he would finally get a hot meal, but instead, Qin Laosan, who seemed honest but was actually as black as charcoal, hung him on a tree to "wake him up."
On a cold winter morning in Northwest China, the temperature is so low that your nose can freeze off.
Li Daba felt like his blood was about to freeze, and the cerebral congestion made him see stars.
But what tormented him more than the cold and congestion was the man under the tree.
……
Qin Meng wore only a thin black vest, revealing two arms as hard as rock. He sat imposingly on a small stool, with a small red clay stove in front of him.
On the stove, a plump lamb leg, weighing three or four pounds, is sizzling with oil.
The fat dripped down the plump meat's texture onto the charcoal fire with a "hiss" and a puff of white smoke.
This cigarette is like a seductive poison.
"Gurgle..."
The dozens of people hanging from the tree were making a series of rumbling noises from their stomachs, creating a tragic symphony.
Li Daba stared longingly at the lamb leg, his chapped lips trembling slightly. He wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat felt like it had been sanded with sandpaper, and he could only utter hoarse "hoho" sounds.
Qin Meng held a dagger in his hand, but did not cut the meat.
He slowly turned the lamb leg over, his cold gaze sweeping over the people in the tree as if they were a group of inanimate objects.
Just then.
"Third Brother."
A soft, sweet voice, like a gentle spring breeze, instantly shattered the somber atmosphere.
Qin Meng shuddered, and the murderous aura that threatened to tear someone apart vanished instantly. He whirled around, and his once fierce tiger eyes were now filled with a piercing light that seemed capable of drowning someone.
Su Wan has arrived.
Today she wore a crimson cloak with a collar of snow-white fox fur, which made her small, delicate face look even more exquisite.
Holding a hand warmer in her hands and wearing spotless deerskin boots, she stepped into this hellish scene.
The scene is too disjointed.
On one side was a hunter, hanging upside down, his face covered in mud, looking like a demon; on the other side was a goddess in fiery red, untouched by dust.
Li Daba stared at Su Wan, forgetting to breathe.
Is this the "demon" from the Qin family?
This is... too white, too clean. She's practically a different species from these peasants.
"sister in law!"
Qin Meng threw down the dagger in his hand and stood up abruptly.
He instinctively reached out to help Su Wan, but halfway there, he seemed to remember something, abruptly pulled his hand back, and vigorously wiped it on his trouser leg.
"Why are you here, sister-in-law? It's dirty and windy here, don't let the wind blow on you."
He stood like a wall, blocking the wind and preventing the hunters from seeing Su Wan.
"Let me take a look."
Su Wan tiptoed, her gaze passing over Qin Meng's broad shoulders to look at the pitiful "hanging ornaments" on the tree.
"Are they... still unwilling to back down?"
Qin Meng snorted coldly, and when he turned to look at Li Daba, the honest look on his face instantly turned into a ferocious expression:
"These wild dogs in the mountains are really tough. I'm thinking, since I don't want to be the Qin family's dogs, I'll just hang them up like cured meat. It'll be a good way to add some dishes for the brothers during the New Year."
Li Daba: "!!!"
He shook his head frantically, tears and snot streaming down his face.
It's not hard anymore! The bones are really not hard anymore!
As long as I get some food, I'd be willing to be a dog or even a grandson!
Su Wan looked at the sizzling lamb leg, then at the hungry hunters whose eyes were practically glowing with hunger, and suddenly chuckled softly.
That smile was like a hundred flowers blooming.
She extended a slender, jade-like finger and gently poked Qin Meng's stiff arm:
"Third Brother, is the meat ready? I'm hungry."
These three words were more effective than an imperial edict to Qin Meng.
"It's all set! It's been ready for ages! We were just waiting for my sister-in-law to arrive!"
Qin Meng immediately turned around, but this time, he did not use his knife.
He stretched out his large, calloused, and scarred hand, ignoring the scorching heat, and grabbed the fattest and most tender part of the lamb leg.
"Rip—"
The sound of muscle fibers snapping was exceptionally clear in the quiet morning.
Qin Meng forcefully tore off a large piece of leg meat, still crispy and juicy.
The scalding hot oil dripped through his fingers, burning the veins on the back of his hand, but he didn't even flinch.
He blew on the piece of meat and carefully offered it to Su Wan's lips, his actions as devout as if he were making an offering to a god.
"Sister-in-law, have a taste. This is the one I specially saved from the 'darkest nights,' it's the tenderest and won't get stuck in your teeth."
Su Wan did not reach out to take it.
She tilted her head slightly, her bright, peach-blossom eyes staring straight at Qin Meng.
Then, she slightly parted her two rosy lips, revealing a small section of her pink tongue.
This is an extremely obvious hint—
Feed me.
Qin Meng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, making a loud "gulp" sound.
He felt as if what he held in his hands was not meat, but a ball of fire, burning him with heat and making his breathing heavy.
With trembling hands, he fed the piece of meat to Su Wan.
My fingertips inevitably touched those soft, warm lips.
The sensation at that moment was incredibly soft, moist, and delicate.
Qin Meng's muscles tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow. His mind went blank, and only one thought remained—
I want to bite.
I wanted to bite that mouth and taste if it was even sweeter than this mutton.
Su Wan took a small bite, her pearly teeth slicing through the meat, leaving her lips glistening with oil, making them appear even more luscious and tempting.
"tasty."
She squinted her eyes, like a satisfied kitten:
"It's just too big, I can't eat it."
She only took a small bite, leaving most of the remaining piece of meat between Qin Meng's fingers.
There were still her neat teeth marks on it, and... a few glistening water stains.
Qin Meng stared at the piece of flesh, a storm brewing in his eyes.
next second.
Under the gaze of more than two hundred pairs of eyes.
Li Daba stared in shock, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Qin Meng abruptly pulled his hand back and stuffed the piece of meat that Su Wan had left behind, which was covered in her saliva, along with his fingers, into his mouth!
"Hmm!"
He closed his eyes and chewed and sucked hard.
"Glug."
He swallowed it.
Then he opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at the hunters in the tree who were already dumbfounded.
At this moment, Qin Meng was nowhere to be seen as the loyal dog he had been in front of Su Wan just moments before.
He was like a vicious wolf guarding its food, the ferocity in his eyes almost tangible.
He held up the remaining lamb bone in his hand, with a few bits of meat still clinging to it.
"What are you looking at?"
Qin Meng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. His voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a chilling possessiveness:
"This meat, tainted with your sister-in-law's celestial aura, is it even worthy of your attention, you bunch of scum?"
"Want some?"
He sneered and, in front of everyone, threw the sheep bone hard into the muddy ground directly below Li Daba.
The bone rolled twice, covered in dust.
"If you want to eat, then straighten your tongue and think carefully about how to be an obedient dog!"
"The Qin family does not keep good-for-nothings, much less beasts who have improper thoughts about my sister-in-law."
"Anyone who dares to look at my sister-in-law even once..."
Qin Meng suddenly reached out and grabbed a small tree about the thickness of his wrist.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound.
He crushed the tree with one hand, sending wood chips flying everywhere!
"This is what happens!"
……
Li Daba, who was in the tree, had completely lost his psychological defenses.
It wasn't because of that tree that got crushed.
It was the "feeding" he had just experienced that, while not explicit, made him feel extremely ashamed and envious.
He's a rough man and doesn't understand what sexual tension is.
But he could understand the look in Qin Meng's eyes.
That was a gaze that etched a woman into her very bones.
The food that woman left behind was the ultimate delicacy to him; the places that woman touched were off-limits to him.
This extreme, morbid, yet incredibly powerful possessiveness instilled in Li Daba a sense of dread and submission from the depths of his soul.
That's a real man!
Being able to keep such a fairy-like sister-in-law, even if it's just being her watchdog, is a blessing earned over several lifetimes!
"Put...put me down..."
With his last ounce of strength, Li Daba shouted hoarsely:
"I'll sign... I'll sign this contract of servitude..."
"I'm willing to be your dog, madam... I'll do anything you ask..."
With one person taking the lead, the rest instantly collapsed.
"I'll sign too! Put me down! I'm starving!"
"Waaaah... If you just give me a sip of that meat broth, I'll sell myself to the Qin family for the rest of my life!"
"I'll guard the gate for the lady! Anyone who dares to come, I'll bite them to death!"
Seeing this, Qin Meng snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
You think you're qualified to guard the door for your sister-in-law?
Go get in line!
But when he turned to look at Su Wan, his eyes instantly became moist, like a big dog begging for praise:
"Sister-in-law, look, these stray dogs have submitted."
Su Wan took out a handkerchief, stepped forward, and gently wiped away a bit of grease from the corner of his mouth.
This action made Qin Meng freeze, and he even held his breath.
He bent down slightly, matching her height, and let her hand, which carried a faint fragrance, wipe his stubble-covered chin.
"Third Brother is really amazing."
Su Wan's voice was very soft, only the two of them could hear it:
"But... don't eat the leftovers next time."
"If Third Brother likes it..."
She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids:
"When we get back to your room tonight, I'll save you... something even fresher."
Qin Meng's mind exploded with a "boom".
Fresher?
What is it?
Is it...my sister-in-law?
He felt a rush of heat to his nasal cavity, and his nose almost bled on the spot.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..."
He stammered, his dark face turning a deep purplish-red, standing there helplessly like a fool stunned by overwhelming happiness.
……
Half an hour later.
The entire Lijia'ao garrison surrendered.
These hunters, who once roamed the mountains with impunity, were now as docile as quails, lining up to leave their handprints at Huhe's place.
After pressing their fingerprints, they were led to the infamous "labor camp canteen".
When I saw that huge stainless steel barrel filled with white steamed buns, and that big pot of oily, fatty braised pork with vermicelli.
Li Daba really cried.
He held the stainless steel plate, which he considered to be a "silver bowl," his hands trembling like a leaf.
"This...this is for us to eat?"
He asked the cook next to him in disbelief.
The cook (formerly a villager from Zhao Family Village, now completely assimilated) waved his hand impatiently:
"Nonsense! If this isn't for human consumption, is it for feeding pigs? Eat up, we still have work to do! Madam said we have to clear all the wasteland on the back hill today!"
Li Daba picked up a piece of braised pork and shakily put it into his mouth.
That instant.
The rich aroma of meat exploded in my mouth; it was soft, sweet, and the oil slid down my throat into my already empty stomach.
"Wow--!!!"
This 1.8-meter-tall man suddenly squatted down on the ground and burst into tears.
"Waaaaah... This is so delicious... Is this even human life?"
"What kind of life did I live before? I was a savage!"
"Master Qin! Madam! From now on, my life, Li Daba's life, belongs to you!"
The hunters around them were also crying as they stuffed steamed buns into their mouths.
So fragrant.
So this is what life is like for the Qin family.
It turns out that being a dog for the Qin family is a hundred times better than being a king in the mountains!
……
Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor of the cafeteria.
Su Wan was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the group of "new employees" wolfing down their food below, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Is this the effect you wanted?"
Qin Mo was standing behind her without her noticing.
He held a cup of tea in his hand, gently blowing away the foam, his eyes behind his glasses holding a meaningful look.
"A meal of meat bought the lives of two hundred top laborers."
"My sister-in-law made a deal that was... frighteningly profitable."
Su Wan turned around, leaning against the glass window. Sunlight shone behind her, gilding her with a golden edge.
She looked at Qin Mo, blinked, and her peach blossom eyes were full of innocence:
"Second brother, what you're saying is wrong. I'm just kind-hearted and can't bear to see people go hungry."
"Kind-hearted?"
Qin Mo chuckled softly, put down his teacup, and approached step by step.
He trapped Su Wan between himself and the window, his hands bracing against the windowsill; the distance was dangerously close.
"My sister-in-law is kind to them..."
"What about the second brother?"
He lowered his head, his gaze falling on Su Wan's rosy lips, his voice suddenly becoming low and hoarse:
"The third brother was eating the leftover meat from his sister-in-law downstairs just now..."
"I saw it very clearly."
"Sister-in-law..."
He reached out a hand, his slender fingers gently tracing the corner of Su Wan's lips, where the grease from eating mutton still seemed to linger.
"Second brother is hungry too."
"Second brother doesn't want to eat meat."
"Second brother wants to try it..."