A row of teeth marks on his thumb, bluish-purple with saliva.

Agares, seemingly oblivious to the pain, bent down and stared at his furious wife, whose face was flushed with anger and whose chubby cheeks were red with rage: "I once read an ancient book that recorded that before the ancient Chinese civilization in the Milky Way, boys and girls married at the age of thirteen or fifteen."

That's the lingering poison of feudal society, what does it have to do with her, an ancient relic from over 3,000 years ago?

Jiang Si asked gruffly, "And then?"

Agares reached out his large hand and gently patted her head, a hint of amusement flashing in his dark eyes: "They get married at thirteen or fifteen, have children at fourteen or sixteen, and have grandchildren before they're even forty. By that standard, even if you were my granddaughter, I'd still think you're too young."

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

This is outrageous!

Treason!

That unfilial son of his.

Pooh!

She's over 3,000 years old, and he's acting like her grandson, but she thinks he's too young.

"Ah!" Jiang Si screamed in anger and embarrassment, stretched out her claws, grabbed the hand that was rubbing her head, and bit his wrist until it bled before letting go. She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth and said fiercely, "Stay away from me."

Agares had a row of teeth marks on his thumb, and his wrist was bitten, leaving a row of purplish-blue, bloody teeth marks.

He deepened his gaze, took a step back, placed the watermelon next to the watermelon stand, and casually changed the subject, asking, "What should we do with these watermelons? How many days later would it be convenient for you to eat them?"

Without even thinking, Jiang Si angrily replied, "I'll be able to eat it in four days at most."

Agares' throat moved slightly. "You said four days, so it'll be about five to six days from now. Okay, I understand."

Ginger shreds: "..."

What did he find out?

He didn't know anything; he just didn't want her to eat watermelon when she had her period.

Jiang Si was annoyed, but then her eyes lit up and a plan came to her mind. She gave a fierce and menacing order: "Cut the watermelon, cut the red flesh into small pieces, remove the seeds, and keep the rind. Remember, don't leave a single seed inside."

“Okay.” Agares replied, rolled up his sleeves, took out a hemostatic spray from his spatial button, sprayed it on his wrist, stopped the bleeding, leaving only teeth marks. He then washed his hands, found various food containers of different sizes and shapes, took a knife and tweezers, put on disposable gloves, sat down at the counter, and began to cut the melon with a cold, handsome face.

Jiang Si put her hands on her hips and looked at his back, her chest heaving. How could she possibly trample him under her feet and rub him hard?

After thinking for a long time without coming up with a good idea, and with her stomach growling with hunger, she simply gave up and cooked a big pot of porridge and made some black omelet. When she went to get the watermelon rind, she found that Agares had cut the watermelon flesh into neat square cubes.

Each small watermelon tofu block has no white or black seeds; the seeds are arranged side by side, with uniform spacing between them.

Jiang Si leaned closer, her hands resting on the table. "Agares, do you have OCD?"

Agares used tweezers to pick out a black melon seed, lifted his eyelids, and looked directly into his young wife's eyes: "This is just basic tidiness."

This is utterly ridiculous! It's barely even clean and tidy!

She wants things to be as chaotic as possible.

Isn't chaos a good thing?

You can find things even in chaos.

His impeccable tidiness is so intimidating, it's almost destructive, isn't it?

Jiang Si had an idea, so she went and sabotaged it. She directly broke the neatly arranged watermelon seeds into a clump, took a picture with her personal computer, and pointed to the watermelon rind next to her: "Could you please peel off the watermelon rind for me, and scrape off the red flesh inside as well? I want the middle one."

Transforming into a tool and a loyal dog, Agares glanced at the mess of melon seeds, then turned around and started peeling the watermelon rind. With swift strokes, he peeled the rind thinly and evenly, scraping the red flesh clean.

Jiang Si leaned against the edge of the platform, logged onto the StarNet, and was just about to upload the photos she had taken when the StarNet automatically recommended a documentary titled: "The Imperial Army and Civilians Must Watch Recently."

Must-see documentaries?

Driven by curiosity, Jiang Si casually clicked on the link and her pupils constricted. It was...it was: How high-ranking Zerg persecute people with plant-based spiritual power.

The bloody, violent, and disgusting scenes were filmed without any censorship; the images were presented exactly as they appeared.

Jiang Si shivered and stepped back, only to see a trending topic on the StarNet: "Ahhh, I heard that the new Zerg Emperor is a male. He broke the millennia-old rule of the female Zerg, and he is a master of disguise."

"The military is so awesome! If they hadn't released a documentary like this, I wouldn't have known that high-ranking Zerg members, like the royal family, could impersonate anyone once their mental power reaches a certain level. Waaah, imagine them impersonating our favorite people, having sex with us while eating us up. How terrifying!"

"The kind of insect that eats its mate while groaning is a praying mantis, especially the female praying mantis, which is most skilled at eating its mate while in the throes of extreme pleasure."

"Eight days later, the Zerg Emperor will arrive at our empire. His entourage and envoys will certainly not be ordinary people. Fellow countrymen, especially those with plant-based spiritual powers, try not to go out during those days, because you don't know whether you will encounter a human or a Zerg outside."

"My fellow plant-based spiritual beings, you must ensure that our agricultural civilization is renowned throughout the galaxy, leaving no opportunity for any malicious individuals to exploit us."

“Those who are not of our kind must be killed, especially when the other party is not human but an insect. Mmm, just thinking about a perfectly fine person one second and a huge fluttering moth the next, with flapping wings and a wide-open mouth, makes me shudder.”