Clouds Drunk, Moon Slightly Sleeping

Chapter 73

Huh? Did he call the little brat out just so he could wash my face? I looked at the fox suspiciously. This devil was suddenly being so kind, willing to use his precious hands to serve me? This was unprecedented!

"I can wash my face myself." I said with a sneer, sounding incredibly disdainful. But then I yelled, "Ouch, be gentle, be gentle! Fox, are you trying to ruin my face?"

That damned fox! Can't I say a word? He attacked me underhandedly after I said something. He's so unethical and petty.

"What did Qianqian say?" The fox frowned slightly, his peach blossom eyes half-closed. He stopped wiping his face, put his other hand around my waist, and pulled me tightly against his body.

My eyes immediately lit up with a lovestruck expression as I reached out and gently touched the fox's face. I then used my two index fingers to smooth out his slightly furrowed brows and said with a lovestruck smile, "Big brother is so handsome."

The fox paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled brightly, his peach blossom eyes dark and bright with a rare warmth, and asked softly, "Oh? Really? Then does Qianqian like it?"

I smiled and winked, my mouth almost reaching my ears. I pointed to my left cheek and then my forehead, gesturing for the fox to clean it. Then I cupped the fox's face in my hands and gave him a loud kiss on the forehead, saying sweetly, "Of course it's true, of course I like it. How could your humble servant dare to disobey Your Majesty's wishes?"

After saying that, I immediately slid off the fox's leg and ran quickly towards the door, opening and closing it in one smooth motion. Then I ran around aimlessly for a while and accidentally ran into the kitchen. I saw that the food and dishes were already set on the table. I was panting and swallowing my saliva while asking, "Ruochen, can we eat now?"

This kid's cooking skills are truly amazing! He cooks for us every day, and apart from complaining a bit the first time I ate a whole chicken, he never complains. And he's a doctor, what a stable profession! In modern times, he would definitely be a sought-after man.

"Where is my benefactor?" He glanced at me, then looked behind me, before turning to fetch the soup. It seemed this little brat had almost finished preparing the meal before cleaning up my disguise.

"Ruochen, I'm hungry. Can I eat first?" I asked pitifully, glancing at the table full of food. All he ever thinks about is his benefactor. Has that fox spirit cast a spell on him?

"Our benefactor hasn't arrived yet, how can you eat first?" the little brat said matter-of-factly, then glanced at me sideways and added, "How can you eat so much and get hungry so easily? Didn't you just have some snacks in the carriage this afternoon?"

I smiled at him, feigning ignorance, and as he turned away, I quickly grabbed a mouthful of food and stuffed it into my mouth. Before I could even chew it a few times, I heard a casual voice coming from the direction of the door, growing closer: "Eat more, you still have to do laundry after you're full."

I nearly choked to death, swallowing the food in my mouth whole. I coughed and pounded my chest, tears streaming down my face. A cup of tea appeared before me. I looked up and saw it was the little brat. I took it without thinking, gulped it down in one go, and then glared fiercely at the fox. But surprisingly, the little brat didn't say anything sarcastic; he even kindly poured me tea. Was he trying to show off in front of his benefactor?

Of course, I didn't end up washing the fox's clothes. Not to mention that I'm not officially married to her now, and besides, even if we did end up together, I probably wouldn't be the kind of wife and mother I'd expect, hehe.

The next day, they successfully left Wangyue. Stepping onto Longyao's land, although the environment was still unfamiliar, somehow, they felt completely at ease, relaxed, and at ease. The fox seemed to have tacitly agreed to the suggestion of "traveling incognito," and the carriage no longer ventured into the desolate, uninhabited areas of the wilderness.

After another day of travel, we stayed at the Yuhe Inn in Hezhou that night. I never imagined that a fox would have to stay at an inn; I thought this time there would be some small houses or cabins offering food and lodging. Yefeng had one room, Ruochen had one room, and then the fox and I had a room between them.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Fox dragged me out of my warm bed early. I don't know what got into him, but he forced me to wash up, wouldn't let Ye Feng Ruochen follow, and pulled me outside. Still half-asleep, I let him lead me out of the inn, and then we walked and walked until we reached what looked like a market. Apparently, Fox was very interested in my previous "incognito visit" and wanted to experience it himself.

The cold wind and the commotion of the people in front of me woke me up completely. I touched my stomach and sighed, "I'm hungry again."

"Brother, I'm starving! Let's grab something to eat here." I stood in front of a roadside stall, refusing to budge. Fox turned to look at me, and I looked at him pitifully, speaking weakly. Could it be that my digestive system is just too good? Why does Fox never suggest eating on his own initiative? It seems like he only thinks about eating after being begged three or four times a day.

"Since Qianqian likes it, let's go here then." The fox looked around for a while, probably couldn't find anything more suitable, and seeing how I was starving, she could only reluctantly accept it.

I pulled the fox to sit down at an empty table. Heh heh, I thought this narcissist would resist to the death. But after we sat down, everyone who was having breakfast stopped eating and turned to look at us. Sigh, I know my place; these mortals have definitely been bewitched by the fox again.

"What would you two like?" After a long while, the middle-aged man who was both the owner and the waiter came over, rubbing his flour-covered hands. He had a dry cloth draped over his shoulder. Although he was asking the two men, his eyes were fixed on the fox.

I looked around and then at the fox, who had become the focus of attention. Being stared at so openly by so many people, the fox's fake smile finally crumbled. I laughed inwardly, feeling great, and said to the middle-aged man in a rough voice, "Boss, a basket of steamed buns, please."

"Okay, coming right away." The middle-aged man glanced at the fox again, then chuckled and ran back to his flour stall. He took a steaming basket of buns from the steamer and placed it on our table. He then picked up the teapot and teacups on the table, poured two cups of tea for us, and placed the teacups in front of the fox and me with his flour-covered hands.

I personally handed the chopsticks to the fox and said in a gentle voice that would make even myself shudder, "Brother, eat while it's hot. This is what it's like to travel incognito. Only by experiencing the lives of ordinary people firsthand can you understand their hardships."

I watched as the fox took the chopsticks, half-closing its eyes at me. I smiled even more broadly, saying, "Eat up, eat up, eat quickly," while picking up a bun with the chopsticks and about to put it in my mouth.

"This is Qianqian's first time treating, so I felt bad refusing." Fox picked up a bun with her chopsticks, smiled at me, and spoke with utter nonchalance.

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor, and I stammered, "Why...why should I treat? You're the one who dragged me out, and besides, I don't have any money on me."

"I took you for a walk, but you're the one who dragged me to sit down for breakfast." The fox looked at me frankly, without the slightest bit of guilt or embarrassment. He spoke as if it were the natural thing to do. How could a man be so shameless?

"I really don't have any money on me. Please pay the bill today, brother. I'll treat you to something nice next time." I said with a forced smile, trying to flatter him.

"Sigh, I've never had the habit of carrying money." He suddenly sat down next to me and said softly, seemingly with great regret.

"Where's Ye Feng? Where are the guards?" I turned around and searched around us from left to right.

"Unfortunately, none of them came out today." After he finished speaking, he took a closer look at the bun he was holding with chopsticks, and reached out to put it in his mouth.

I quickly put the bun I was holding back into the cage, then snatched the fox's bun back with my chopsticks, carefully put it back in the cage, and only felt a little relieved after seeing that all the buns were still there.

"Big brother, let's not eat anymore, let's go." I nudged the fox under the table with my foot and suggested in a low voice.

"Qianqian just pulled me to sit down, and now she's leaving without eating anything. Doesn't that seem a bit inappropriate?" The fox's peach blossom eyes held a mixture of smugness, calculation, and mockery.

That damned fox! So you weren't happy sitting down from the start, and you weren't planning on eating here. Were you just pretending to eat the buns earlier? Maybe you have money on you but you're just saying you don't! I'm furious. Since you don't want to eat, and you won't admit it, and you're trying to get me to do it, I'm going to make you eat today. Humph, do you think I can't get a free meal with my intelligence?

"Boss!" I shouted. So what if he ate and dashed? I have plenty of ways to deal with that.

"What's up, young man?" The middle-aged man ran over again, kneading his floury hands.

Oh, poor guy, I'm about to dine and dash! I looked at him with a bit of sympathy and said softly, "My older brother doesn't like steamed buns, could we exchange this basket of steamed buns for four flatbreads?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the steamed buns and quickly said, "Okay."

After saying that, he took the two baskets of steamed buns back, and a little while later he brought over four large flatbreads.

I glanced at the flatbread and quickly said, "Oh dear, there are scallions in the flatbread. My brother doesn't eat scallions. Could you please replace it with four steamed buns?"

Without saying a word, the middle-aged man took four flatbreads and then brought over four steamed buns.

I stared at the steamed bun, pondered for a moment, and then said with a guilty look, "I'm so sorry, boss, the steamed bun is too dry. I suddenly want to eat noodles again, this..."

The middle-aged man glanced at me, then at the fox, and quickly replaced the steamed bun with noodles.

I smiled gratefully at the middle-aged man, then picked up my chopsticks and started eating. Only then did the man leave, relieved. As I ate my noodles, I gestured for the fox to eat too. He looked at me suspiciously, then copied me and started eating. I ignored him, burying my head in my food until I finished the soup. Then, patting my round belly, I looked at the fox with satisfaction. He had also finished his noodles, his peach-blossom eyes smiling at me, but his face held a "what do I do now?" expression.

I stood up, wiped my mouth, and patted the fox on the shoulder, saying, "Big brother, let's go."

Before we had taken two steps, the middle-aged man, kneading flour with his hands, blocked our way, looking at us with disbelief and saying, "Young men, you haven't paid your bill yet."