He and It

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Putting the gold back into his arms, the shopkeeper walked around with an attentive smile, like a bee looking for honey, unwilling to leave.

"The young master is so generous and heroic! I wonder where the two young masters came from?"

"We are traveling here," Liu Fuguang said with a smile. "Seeing the bustling scene in Guibao, we decided to rest for a few days and wander around."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Huan and frowned slightly.

"I can't eat, why do I order so much?"

Not to mention anything else, just ordering six anchovies and three geese is unheard of. Who can stuff it?

They were walking in the city of ordinary people, both using illusions to cover their true bodies, but it was just a thin layer of illusions, and each looked at the other's true appearance. Seeing Liu Fuguang turn his gaze and glance at him with reproachful glances, Yan Huan's heart skipped a beat, and his spine instantly went numb. Numbing currents ran down his spine, causing him to straighten up, hastily change his sitting position, and cover up his body. A reaction that shudders with desire.

"It should be okay..." He cleared his throat, "You can eat a little now, it's okay."

After a while, the dishes were served. The milk-blood mutton was made from fresh lamb, cooked with goat milk and goat blood. It was fragrant and fragrant. I don’t know how it was made, but there was no smell at all. The goose with apricot cheese is sweet and delicious, the quail is so tender and boneless, and the most delicious thing is the anchovies steamed in wine. Two pieces of trembling, jade-like and cool creamy snow clouds were made of soft tofu, dotted with bright red and green cherry shreds. The last dish served turned out to be a rabbit meat hot pot, specially reserved for people. Under the edge of the slice, dipped in wine, vinegar, pepper and other dipping sauces, the steaming white steam will make people's heart and back feel warm.

The people at the next table stopped eating and just put down their chopsticks to watch them eat.

Yan Huan acted as if there was no one around, picked up the tenderest milk-blood mutton, took a chopstick, poured the juice on it, asked Liu Fuguang to remove the chopsticks, then tore the goose leg apart, took the middle piece of meat, and picked out the two pieces above the goose leg. The back meat, as small as a petal and as tender as a clam, was put into Liu Fuguang's bowl, and the rest was put aside and discarded.

Have others ever seen such a luxurious way of eating? Everyone was stunned and their jaws dropped.

Yan Huan refused to eat and devoted himself to serving the Taoist companions. Six anchovies and twelve pieces of delicate and smooth fish cheek meat were ordered to be picked out by him unhurriedly, soaked in the soup, and handed to Liu Fuguang. The creamy tofu is cut in half and sliced ​​as thin as a cicada's wing. It is cooked as soon as it is boiled.

Liu Fuguang had not had to eat for a long time, but today he was able to relax. Surprised, he couldn't help but feel elated. He ate whatever Yan Huan handed him. While his mind was relaxed, he broke out in a thin layer of sweat.

Looking at his greedy look, Yan Huan couldn't control himself, and couldn't help suppressing the rumbling snoring in his chest. His heart was filled with a sense of proud satisfaction, and the animal nature of the dragon was showing off with his head, tail, teeth and claws - because he was feeding his mate, his eternal lover.

He really wanted to hold Fuguang in his arms to relieve his long-empty hunger for touch. He wanted to sincerely and humbly praise him, describe his beauty, sigh how perfect he was, comb his long hair with his fingers, and touch the bridge of his nose. Rubbing his earlobe and gently sucking on those soft red lips.

However, he has been barren for too long, and as he is now, continuing to feed his lover while staring quietly, makes him feel happy and comfortable, which is enough relief.

When the cold and sweet creamy tofu was swallowed into his throat, Yan Huan stretched out his hand and pressed the edge of the bowl, his voice had become low and trembling.

"You can't eat anymore, please wait a minute," Qingqing, the Dragon God chanted longingly in his heart, "If you eat any more, you won't be able to subdue it."

Liu Fuguang put down his bowls and chopsticks without any hesitation. He looked around and couldn't help but be stunned. A blush suddenly appeared on his cheeks.

They clearly came to inquire about the situation, but they were so indulged in their appetites that they forgot their important goal...

Yan Huan was about to tell the waiter to put away the food box when he suddenly saw Liu Fuguang's cheeks turning red. For a moment, all nine eyes stared blankly, as hard to separate as boiled sticky candy.

"Ahem," Liu Fuguang coughed again, ignored him, turned to the shopkeeper and said, "No need to change the money, I just want to ask a few questions."

The shopkeeper took back the action of taking out the money, his face seemed to bloom with a smile, and he hurriedly said: "If you ask, just ask!"

"We are new here. We heard about the strange customs here... but we don't know. Is there anything we need to pay attention to?"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and replied: "There's nothing we need to pay attention to here, it's just, uh..."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then bent down and whispered: "You two gentlemen, please remember not to go out after midnight. It's night, and it's the time when the Nine Sons Mother came out for her night patrol. If we collide, it would be serious. !”

Mother of Nine Sons?

Liu Fuguang glanced at Yan Huan and saw that he was still as stunned as a demon, with fiery eyes staring at him. He couldn't help turning away angrily, pretending to be curious: "What are you talking about, Nine Sons Mother, the two of us are traveling all over the country? I have never heard of it. Who is she?"

The shopkeeper's smile became a little forced, whether it was because the weather was too hot or the store was stuffy. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained in a lower voice, as if he was afraid of being overheard.

"This, the Nine Sons Mother, is the goddess who blesses all men to prosper and give birth to many fat sons." He said secretly, "Every household here worships her, and there is no one who is not sincere..."

Liu Fuguang had a calm expression on his face, pretending to smile suspiciously: "Isn't the shopkeeper letting it slip? Giving birth to boys and girls is just a natural law. How come this goddess only cares about giving birth to boys and doesn't care about the life and death of her daughter's family?"

The shopkeeper let out an "ouch" and couldn't help laughing and said: "Sir, what you said is wrong. When giving birth to a son, we make zhang, and when we give birth to a daughter, we make tiles. Everyone knows how to choose between jade and tiles. There is a good person at home. The eldest son has stood up for himself, made great achievements, and given birth to a daughter, will she be able to do the job? She can’t!"

Liu Fuguang lowered his eyes, and in just a few words, he could smell something fishy.

He looked pale and was about to speak when Yan Huan next to him said coldly: "Since you said that something terrible would happen if there was a collision, what is so extraordinary about it? Can you tell me?"

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