Chapter 1353: If You Say It's Okay, Then It's Okay

Chapter 1353: Chapter 683: If You Say It’s Okay, Then It’s Okay

Huangfuming raised his sword-like eyebrows and glanced over. Ning Xiaoxian held her wine cup, covering her upturned mouth, with her pearly teeth slightly showing, clearly looking forward to seeing his spectacle. However, she was rather languid today, and if he could make her smile, he would be more than willing to oblige. Pointing solemnly at her, he declared: “This is my sister, and in all matters, big or small, I obey her. If she says yes, then it’s yes, and if she nods, you may accompany me.”

Including the purple-clothed woman, all the shopkeepers, patrons, and clerks in the establishment focused their gaze on Ning Xiaoxian. She had originally intended to watch his joke, but unexpectedly, this youngster adeptly redirected the trouble, involving her as well? Yet, he spoke seriously, with a demeanor that was calm and authoritative, and earlier showed utmost respect and diligence in serving “sister” with food, so no one thought he was joking.

The purple-clothed girl’s clever eyes turned towards her, and she spoke in a bird-like voice: “I humbly ask for sister’s approval; I will serve husband Tan Lang diligently!”

Ning Xiaoxian secretly gritted her teeth; in all matters, you obey me? If that is the case, then return the Stone Heart and Yi Divine Bow to me! She was annoyed inside, but merely cast a noncommittal glance at Huangfuming, and carefully scrutinized the purple-clothed girl before saying: “Very good.”

She said very good!

It seemed she was indeed the elder sister of the handsome youth; the gazes towards her in the tavern immediately became much friendlier. The purple-clothed girl was so excited that her cheeks flushed red, and she gave a deep bow to both her and Huangfuming, then sat close to Huangfuming, intentionally or unintentionally brushing her ample chest against his arm.

Huangfuming’s expression subtly changed, but he quickly regained his composure. He casually lowered his arm and began talking with the purple-clothed girl.

For a while, the place was filled with gentle sounds of conversation.

Ning Xiaoxian didn’t care what he was doing; she continued eating and drinking in a leisurely manner, and even called over a clerk to order another serving of fermented rice shrimp as he passed by.

Huangfuming extended his Divine Thought, observing her every move, and seeing that she truly did not care at all, his expression darkened.

Before long, the purple-clothed girl who was nearly leaning on Huangfuming suddenly trembled slightly, and after a while, trembled again. Although her movements were slight, they did not escape Ning Xiaoxian’s notice. She turned to look and found the young girl’s face gradually turning red, her fingertips on the table turning white, as if trying hard to endure.

She seemed uncomfortable, yet reluctant to leave Huangfuming, thus she remained seated.

However, as time passed, she appeared increasingly unwell until her lips began to tremble, her small hand finally couldn’t resist reaching for her neck, scratching lightly there, her face finally showing a relieved expression.

But this scratch was like a river breaking through a dam, making her unable to control herself, her fingers secretly scratching her back, arms, thighs… It seemed her whole body was overcome by crawling insects. Yet the more she scratched, the more unbearably itchy it became.

Huangfuming slammed his wine cup down and coldly remarked: “Scratching yourself in broad daylight, behaving indecently without manners, and yet you want to serve by my side? Bah, get out!”

The purple-clothed girl nearly lost her Divine Soul to the itch, but even when he said this, she was unwilling to leave, gritting her teeth: “Husb… husband, Mo Guai, I really feel suddenly unwell.” She couldn’t help scratching her waist again.

Huangfuming grew increasingly impatient, uttering just one word: “Go!” His face hardened with an aura of Evil Qi, leaving the girl temporarily stunned, feeling even more unbearable herself. She immediately stood up and rushed outside without another word.

This youngster is truly… Ning Xiaoxian sighed and asked: “Red scorpion powder? How long does it last?”

“Enhanced dose, enough to make her itch for two hours,” Huangfuming curled his lip, “If you weren’t here, I would have slapped such a shameless woman away!”

His complexion was slightly green, clearly feeling irritable. Ning Xiaoxian watched his sudden change of expression, not understanding why, so she chose to remain silent, letting him seethe in anger by himself.

When Huangfuming became angry, a faint aura of Evil Qi leaked from him, though the mortals in the hall couldn’t see it, they could feel the atmosphere becoming inexplicably oppressive and heavy, deterring any other women from offering themselves and reducing the patrons’ conversation to a hushed murmur.

At this moment, another signature dish was served. It was simple in appearance, consisting of several small fish, each fried to a golden yellow and no larger than a hand, wrapped in lotus leaves, served alongside two or three segments of Motherwort Fruit. The porcelain plate beneath was a crisp white, contrasting distinctively with the green, white, and yellow colors, making it quite attractive. Most intriguingly, the fish themselves emitted a fragrance akin to the scent of flowers and fruits, utterly distinct from the aroma of meat, refreshing to the senses.

“These are autumn-born, living in shallow waters, lean in quality, and low in warmth, feeding on moss scraped from stones. There is a cavity on its back filled with aromatic oils, able to exude fragrance,” though Huangfuming was unhappy, he didn’t forget his duty to explain, casually squeezing Motherwort juice onto the fish, “It is best cooked by dry-frying, then paired with a sour juice to truly capture its flavor.”

She picked up one to taste; indeed, it was fried just right, and the meat was tender and flavorful. But aside from that, there was nothing particularly exceptional about it; it lacked the lingering and unforgettable taste of roast lamb. To draw a comparison, it was like watching a Hollywood commercial blockbuster, commonly known as a popcorn movie, filled with violence, sensuality, special effects, and action, all designed to stimulate the senses, but leaving no profound impression or emotional resonance upon completion. (To be continued.