Chapter 167 Jealousy

The giant python flicked its tongue happily, a technique it had learned from the mute cook in the manor.

This is called open-fire roasted chicken. Hot water is poured into the chicken's cavity, and it is roasted on the outside and boiled on the inside. The chicken made this way is crispy and fragrant on the outside, and tender and delicious on the inside.

A simple two-way chicken recipe that's incredibly delicious.

A rich aroma of ripe meat wafted from the small fire, slowly spreading throughout the entire Mianyang army.

The tiger stopped its tearing motion and took a deep sniff. It smelled wonderful, a meaty aroma it had never smelled before.

It looked at the three animals, not daring to go up. If it dared to go forward and cause trouble, tomorrow's training would probably be difficult.

The tiger looked at the other side with a majestic gaze, having made up its mind.

A soldier was boasting to someone when he suddenly felt a chill. He ignored it, assuming it was just the wind.

Suddenly, a weight came from his shoulder. The soldier thought to himself, "Who is it? Don't they know you can't just put your arm around someone's shoulder?"

He turned his head and saw a yellow, fluffy creature with big paws!

The hard head tilted upwards, revealing a huge tiger face with one blind eye. Its mouth was wide open, revealing a strange yet benevolent smile.

The soldier was so frightened that he leaned back. How could he be asked to fight a tiger just because he had drunk too much?

He wiped his face. Wait a minute, this is a beast from the Mian Army, one of their own. "Brother... what do you want to do?"

The tiger threw a piece of meat in front of the soldier, pointed its paw at the fire, and then at its open throat, saying, "I want to eat! I want roast meat!"

The soldier stared blankly at the tiger. After the tiger gestured several times, he finally understood what it meant and wondered why wild animals would eat cooked food.

He deftly roasted a piece of the tiger.

The barbed tongue eagerly licked it, only to be burned and cry out in pain, utterly humiliating the king of the forest.

After the evening breeze carried away the heat, the tiger nibbled and swallowed it.

It tastes strange, but it's not bad. The tiger brought over another piece of raw meat and watched the poor soldier grill the meat while sprinkling seasoning on it.

It licked its lips with a slurping sound. How could such a delicious cooking method be unknown to any beast on Qinglong Mountain?

With the tiger leading the way into the banquet on the other side, the remaining wild beasts followed suit, disappearing into the midst of the two-legged creatures like drops of water merging into the ocean.

A huge black shadow walked over and sat down with a thud, making the soldiers next to it almost think the ground was shaking.

Looking at the astonished two-legged creature, the black bear, round as a ball, innocently tucked its knees in.

On the soldiers' side, many more crouching beasts appeared. It's unclear whose hand first reached out to touch the furry creature, but the beast that was touched did not resist.

The two-legged massage was nice and comfortable.

In this way, the people and animals, who could not communicate verbally, achieved barrier-free communication, and the atmosphere at the gathering was harmonious and peaceful.

There wasn't a trace of hostility, only a longing for barbecue and petting big cats.

Xie Mianmian looked down with amusement.

Gao Wei, who was standing nearby, brought her a plate of roasted meat. "Princess, please try this. It's roasted with our Gao family's secret spices."

"Thank you, Young Master Gao." Xie Mianmian took a bite, her eyes lighting up.

Gao Wei poured her another cup of tea, taking good care of Xie Mianmian throughout the entire celebration.

"They've gone too far in taking care of me," the Seventh Prince thought angrily as he downed a cup of wine.

In fact, Gao Wei's clumsy attempts to please others were motivated by something, but not by Xie Mianmian herself.

He was a muscular, brainless, rough man who didn't know how to approach that person, so he could only awkwardly try to build a good relationship with Xie Mianmian, the girl next door.

In the hope that one day I could talk to someone who is several classes above me.

The Seventh Prince walked over and took the plate of roasted meat. "Eating too much isn't good. Didn't you want to save room for the giant python's roasted chicken?"

Xie Mianmian opened her mouth, tacitly agreeing.

He handed the roast meat to Gao Wei, trying to get him out of there, saying, "Since it's so delicious, let's take it to the Sixth Princess."

Gao Wei's innocent dog-like eyes lit up instantly, and he took the plate with both hands. "But the princess has already eaten a piece. It wouldn't be right to serve it to the princess again."

The Seventh Prince waved his hand, "She won't mind Mianmian, so bake another plate and bring it over."

In short, just don't get in the way here anymore.

Gao Wei nodded in agreement, put down the plate, and scurried off to his barbecue grill.

As he sprinkled the seasonings, he glanced into the distance and saw the Sixth Princess playing with a tiger. It was the first time he had ever seen her so relaxed.

Seeing that Gao Wei had left, the Seventh Prince sat down next to Xie Mianmian.

Neither of them spoke; one took small bites of the roasted meat, while the other stared straight ahead with a serious expression.

The surrounding area was filled with lively conversation and laughter, but this place seemed to be protected by a barrier, with an extremely quiet atmosphere, where not a single sound could penetrate.

Only the wind gently lifted Xie Mianmian's hair, caressing the Seventh Prince's cold and handsome face.

Before the strands of hair brushed against his face, a delicate fragrance wafted over, inexplicably reminding the Seventh Prince of her lying on his bed during the day…

Xie Mianmian broke the silence first, looking at the soldiers, "Seeing how harmoniously they get along, I was thinking, wouldn't it be better to incorporate the Mian Army into them, and give each elite soldier a beast? What does Your Highness think?"

The Seventh Prince raised his hand and gathered her hair, the jet-black strands entwining between his well-defined fingers.

A hoarse voice rang out, "Very good. Humans and beasts each have their own advantages and disadvantages. Combining the two will complement each other and benefit each other, and will definitely be better than the loose beast army of the Northern Rong."

Seeing that Xie Mianmian was about to turn her head to look at him, the Seventh Prince let go of her hand, picked up the wine cup and put it to his lips, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Your Highness thinks the same way. Humans are good at commanding, and beasts are good at attacking. With one going up and the other down, one attacking and the other defending, we will definitely be able to work together to drive the Northern Rong back."

Xie Mianmian smiled and poured herself a glass of wine. She wanted to celebrate her joy, and she thought wine might be a good choice.

He tilted his head back, and the strong liquor unique to the military camp poured into his mouth. The fiery bitterness traveled from his tongue down his throat and into his stomach.

"Cough cough cough!" She coughed violently. The wine was still as awful as ever. She would never drink it again.

The seventh prince fed her a cup of tea and patted her back.

Gradually, Xie Mianmian felt dizzy, as if... she was walking on clouds, feeling light and airy.

Her mind was blank, all her worries were gone, and she felt a surge of joy in her heart. She was so happy, and she chuckled to herself.

"Are you drunk?"

The Seventh Prince saw her grinning foolishly, his beautiful eyes narrowed, and his face flushed.

Xie Mianmian suddenly waved to him, as if she had something to say. The Seventh Prince leaned down and brought his lips close to hers.

A faint breath brushed against his ear, making it slightly itchy.

"Your Highness, after returning to the capital, who do you wish to marry as your principal wife?"

Is it Miss Zhao, Miss Qian, or Miss Gao?