great-warnovel Chapter 162 Rotating Hot Pot! Seven people take turns feeding him, opening their mouths to hold the
Chapter 162 Rotating Hot Pot! Seven people take turns feeding him, opening their mouths to hold the
Chapter 162 Rotating Hot Pot! Seven people take turns feeding him, opening their mouths to hold the food...
"Gurgle..."
Magistrate Fang, clutching his stomach which was already bloated, stood at the door of the top-tier private room of the "Revolving Hot Pot Restaurant," a room that was never open to the public, and swallowed his hundredth mouthful of saliva that night.
As they left the billiards club, just as dawn was breaking, these energetic "Qin Family Wolves" announced they were hungry and wanted to have a "morning hotpot" to ward off the chill.
"Is the Qin family... made of iron?"
Magistrate Fang leaned against the door frame, his legs still trembling from standing by the billiard table for half the night.
He looked at the "unequal treaty" he had just signed, and only one thought occupied his mind:
eat!
We have to get our money's worth!
This meal is going to be a feast! I'm going to eat all of that thousand taels of official seal money!
"Lord Fang, please."
The curtain was lifted, and an extremely domineering aroma of spicy butter, mixed with a sweet and savory scent that instantly made one's mouth water, hit Magistrate Fang like a powerful punch, directly smashing open his skull.
The room was warm and cozy, with an enormous round table placed in the center.
The table was made entirely of a single piece of rosewood, and in the very center of the tabletop was a huge, round, crystal-clear thick glass plate.
At this moment, the glass plate was slowly rotating amidst a slight buzzing vibration.
"What...what is this?" Magistrate Fang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"This is called a 'fortune-changing table'."
Qin Feng, the fifth brother, was squatting under the table adjusting something when he heard the noise. He crawled out, holding a wrench in his hand, his face smeared with smug grease.
"This is our newly developed 'industrial-grade ball bearing'. My sister-in-law said her hands got tired from picking up food and she couldn't turn the table. So we installed a 'core' in this table."
"With just a gentle nudge, or even without nudge, the vegetables on this plate... will run to my sister-in-law by themselves."
Magistrate Fang was stunned.
To save effort when picking up food... they came up with this mechanism that looks like it can rotate a millstone?!
The Qin family's pampering of women is absolutely outrageous!
"Lord Fang, please have a seat."
Qin Lie sat imposingly in the main seat. He had already taken off his elaborate brocade robe and was only wearing a black, tight-fitting vest, revealing two muscular, veiny arms.
Beside him was Su Wan, surrounded by seven men like stars around the moon.
She seemed truly exhausted, her whole body slumped limply in the armchair covered with white fox fur, her eyelids half-closed, looking languid as if she hadn't fully woken up.
Those lips, which had just been stained red with strawberry juice, were now slightly swollen, exuding a vibrant beauty that had been brutally ravaged.
"Fire."
At Qin Lie's command, red waves surged in the specially made nine-compartment copper pot in the center of the table.
The glass turntable began to rotate at a constant speed.
Plates of thinly sliced, bright red mutton, still-beating fresh shrimp paste, and vibrant green pea shoots flowed slowly like treasures on an assembly line.
Magistrate Fang sat at the lowest seat, his chopsticks gripping tightly in his hand, his eyes shining as he stared at the plate of premium marbled beef that was being turned toward him.
The texture! The color! It's obvious that it was cut from those cows that "grew up on milk" at the Qin family's ranch!
"They're here...they're here..."
Magistrate Fang held his breath, just as the plate of meat was turned in front of him, and he was about to reach for it with his chopsticks—
"Snapped!"
A large, thick hand pressed down on the edge of the turntable with extreme precision.
The giant glass turntable came to an abrupt stop.
The plate of marbled beef came to a steady stop in front of... Qin Meng (the third brother).
"Third Master?" Magistrate Fang's chopsticks froze in mid-air, tears welling up in his eyes. "This...wasn't this meat meant for me?"
"Lord Fang, your teeth aren't very good, and you'll find this fatty food too greasy."
Qin Meng didn't even glance at him; his wolf-like eyes were fixed on Su Wan, and his hands moved swiftly.
He used his specially made, extra-long silver chopsticks to pick up the entire plate of fatty beef, and dumped it all into the "premium red oil pot" in front of Su Wan with a "whoosh," as if dumping garbage.
"This meat is tender; it can be eaten after being boiled for seven breaths."
Qin Meng muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the bubbling meat slices in the pot, and began counting down the seconds:
"one two three……"
This is hardly a meal.
This is clearly the operating procedure for some kind of precision instrument!
The moment the meat was cooked, Su Wan didn't even need to lift a finger.
She didn't even need to say a word.
A breathtaking "feeding assembly line" was vividly staged before Magistrate Fang's eyes.
First step: Qin Lie (the eldest).
He held a slotted spoon in his hand and precisely scooped up the slices of meat the instant they changed color.
The movements were swift and precise, draining the chili oil completely, not a drop more, not a drop less.
"It's ripe."
He said in a deep voice, pouring the slices of meat into Qin Mo's (the second son's) bowl next to him.
The second step: Qin Mo (the second son).
This seemingly refined scoundrel held a prepared saucer in his hand. It was fragrant oil made from more than twenty kinds of spices, topped with fine minced garlic and balsamic vinegar.
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, picked up a scalding hot slice of meat with his chopsticks, and dipped it in the oil sauce.
"Cools down and relieves dryness."
Qin Mo's voice was cold and clear, but his movements were as delicate as if he were performing surgery on a patient.
He picked up the slice of meat when it was fully coated in sauce and cooled just enough to be comfortably warm to the touch, and served it to...
Qin Yue (the fourth brother)'s lips.
No, it's on Qin Yue's plate.
The third step: Qin Yue (the fourth son).
This cunning fox, who holds the reins of the treasury, is sitting right next to Su Wan.
He did not use a bowl to catch it.
Instead, it simply opened its mouth, leaned in, and tried to steal the prize.
"Smack."
Qin Mo twirled his chopsticks, avoiding Qin Yue's mouth, and said coldly, "This is for my sister-in-law. You want some? Go pick up some rotten cabbage over there (pointing to Magistrate Fang's side)."
Qin Yue wasn't annoyed. With a smile, he accepted the piece of meat with his chopsticks.
then.
He turned around, his entire body almost leaning against the back of Su Wan's chair.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Yue's voice was deep, carrying a hint of smugness and languor from having just won money.
He squeezed through the table with his long, slender legs in an extremely domineering manner.
"Sister-in-law, open your mouth."
Qin Yue, however, acted as if nothing had happened, his upper body perfectly upright.
He used his chopsticks to hold the piece of fatty beef, coated in glistening sauce and exuding a rich aroma, and gently pressed it against Su Wan's red lips:
"This meat... was cooked under the watchful eye of Third Brother, and the sauce was personally prepared by Second Brother."
"If my sister-in-law doesn't eat..."
His eyes darkened.
"My brothers will be heartbroken."
Su Wan's body went limp, and she could only force herself to open her small mouth.
The slice of meat slid into my mouth.
Fresh, fragrant, numbing, and spicy.
It explodes on your taste buds instantly.
"Is it good?" Qin Yue stared at her moving lips, his Adam's apple bobbing, as if the meat was his own.
"Hmm..." Su Wan nodded vaguely.
"As long as it tastes good."
Qin Yue did not put away his chopsticks.
He looked at the tiny bit of sauce and... her saliva clinging to the tip of his chopsticks.
To the astonishment of Magistrate Fang, the wealthy Master Qin, without any hesitation, put the chopsticks that had just been used to feed Su Wan into his own mouth.
"Slurp."
He sucked on the tip of his chopsticks, his eyes slightly narrowed, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish:
"As expected... anything my sister-in-law has tasted is sweet."
"Cough cough cough!"
Magistrate Fang spat out a mouthful of old tea, choking and turning his face red.
Is this a meal?!
This is clearly public flirting!
These chopsticks... these chopsticks just openly completed an "indirect kiss"?!
However, this is just the beginning.
During the next meal, Magistrate Fang was completely relegated to a background figure with no presence whatsoever.
He watched helplessly as—
The fifth brother peeled a shrimp and was about to feed it to his son.
The sixth brother said from the side, "It's too big. My sister-in-law has a small mouth; she can't bite it."
Then, the sixth brother bit off the shrimp head and stuffed the remaining shrimp meat into Su Wan's mouth, deliberately pressing his finger on her lips: "Sister-in-law, eat it all up."
Qin An, the seventh child, sat in the corner, though he hadn't managed to get a spot to be fed.
But he held a snow-white handkerchief in his hand, staring intently at the corner of Su Wan's mouth.
If even the slightest oil stain gets on her, his pale hand will immediately reach out and gently, meticulously, and with a kind of morbid obsession, wipe it clean for her.
After wiping, he didn't throw the handkerchief away. Instead, he folded the handkerchief stained with red oil, tucked it close to his body, and looked gloomy and satisfied.
As for Qin Lie...
The head of the household barely touched his chopsticks throughout the entire meal.
He was like a dragon guarding a treasure, one hand resting on the back of Su Wan's chair, forming an absolute protective circle. His other hand held a wine glass, his gaze sweeping over every brother who tried to approach Su Wan.
That look seemed to say:
You can feed it.
If they dare to lay a hand on you, chop them up.
but……
Magistrate Fang looked at the tablecloth swaying occasionally under the table, and at Madam Qin's increasingly red face and increasingly limp body.
He'd bet!
There's definitely more than just Master Qin's leg causing trouble under this table!
"This isn't a meal..."
Magistrate Fang picked up the plate of rotten cabbage leaves that had been swirling around untouched for ages, and shoved it into his mouth with a mixture of grief and indignation:
"This is clearly... using their eyes and actions... to treat Madam Qin like food to be eaten!"
"My concubines only fight over a chicken leg during meals..."
Look at them!
"Look at their perfect understanding! Their teamwork! Their unwavering pampering!"
"This is...this is the true blessing of having multiple wives (albeit in the opposite way)!"
……
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
Su Wan was finally feeling quite full from being fed.
"I'm not eating..."
She covered her mouth, leaned softly against Qin Lie, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness in her voice:
My stomach is about to burst.
"Break?"
Qin Lie put down his wine glass, turned his head, and his gaze fell on her slightly protruding belly.
Because the food was too hot, she took off her outer fox fur coat, revealing her already fitted riding outfit underneath. At that moment, her flat stomach did indeed show a slightly cute curve.
Qin Lie's large hand covered it with perfect ease.
His palms were burning hot, pressing against her skin through her clothes.
"This is filled with the love and care of my brothers."
He spoke softly, gently massaging it with his palm, as if soothing a kitten that had overeaten:
"Jiaojiao needs to digest her food."
"Digestion?" Su Wan asked groggily.
"Um."
Qin Lie's smile deepened, carrying a hint of danger:
"Now that you've eaten, it's time to get some exercise."
"This table..."
He patted the huge round table made of rosewood, causing the plates on it to clang loudly.
"Since it can be transferred..."
"Could I... lie down on it and spin around?"
"Cough cough cough!"
Even Qin Mo, who was drinking soup, choked.
He pushed up his glasses, glanced at his older brother, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, as if to say, "You really know how to have fun."
"Theoretically speaking... there's no problem with the load-bearing capacity." Qin Feng (the fifth brother) immediately gave a positive answer from a professional perspective, "This bearing can bear 500 pounds, so my sister-in-law, my eldest brother... and me too, it's no problem."
"Shut up." Qin Lie glared at him.
Su Wan understood the unspoken meaning in their words and was so frightened that she woke up from her drowsiness.
Spinning around on the table?!
Is that something a human being would do?!
"I...I want to go back to sleep! Back to the Cloud Top Apartment!" Su Wan struggled to get up.
"Okay, let's go back."
Qin Lie scooped her up in his arms, his movements both domineering and gentle.
He stood up and looked down at Magistrate Fang, who was still gnawing on cabbage stalks.
"Master Fang."
Qin Lie's voice regained its cold, authoritative tone:
"Were you satisfied with the meal?"
Magistrate Fang quickly put down his chopsticks and wiped the grease from his mouth (which was actually dry).
"Satisfied! Absolutely satisfied! This rotating hot pot... is simply ingenious! A delicacy beyond compare!"
"I'm satisfied."
Qin Lie nodded and carried Su Wan out:
"As for the reconstruction of the county government office... I don't need to elaborate, do I?"
"This roundabout at the hot pot restaurant..."
He glanced back at the slowly spinning glass plate, his eyes deep and unfathomable:
"We'll install one in the main hall of the county government office another day."
"For the convenience of adults... to take turns judging cases."
After saying that, he strode out of the private room.
Behind him, his six brothers followed closely.
Only Magistrate Fang was left, facing the table full of leftovers and the table that was still spinning tirelessly.
"Taking turns to preside over cases?"
As Magistrate Fang looked at the turntable, a terrifying image suddenly flashed into his mind.
The prisoner was tied to a rotating wheel... whoever the wheel landed in front of would get a beating?
"vomit--"
Magistrate Fang felt dizzy.
"This Qin family... they're not just madmen..."
"Still...still a pervert!"
……
A traveler returns home on a snowy night.
The carriage did not go directly back to Genting Apartments.
Instead, it turned a corner and stopped in front of a courtyard that had just been completed but was not yet open to the public.
There were no neon lights, no noise.
Only the faint sound of flowing water could be heard from deep underground.
"This is..." Su Wan nestled in Qin Lie's arms, looking at the building in front of her that was emitting white steam.
"Underfloor heating main station".
Qin An, the seventh son, jumped down from the carriage behind.
He carried the small box full of medicinal oil, and looking at Su Wan, a sickly yet excited smile appeared on his pale face:
"My sister-in-law ate too much... Indigestion is bad for her health."
"The best underfloor heating has been installed here, and the floor is so hot you could fry an egg on it."
"My sister-in-law stepped on it barefoot..."
"And then there's my massage..."
He stretched out his long, slender, icy hands and made a grasping motion in the air:
"It will definitely help with digestion."
Su Wan looked at the steaming doorway, then at the seven pairs of eyes behind her that shone frighteningly brightly in the darkness.
(Sighs in exasperation) You Qin family members are all freaks!!!