"Whoosh—"
As the water boiled, the aroma of food suddenly filled the air, and the already strong water vapor in the room further increased the temperature of the entire room.
Upon smelling the rich fragrance, Jiang Cheng immediately had a not-so-good feeling.
"Are they trying to make me their food?!"
Recalling what the maids had done to him just now—washing and scrubbing him as if they wanted to peel off a layer of his skin—further solidified his suspicions.
Jiang Cheng was slightly flustered and wanted to sit up, but Gu Qingwan's words from earlier kept replaying in his mind.
Even at this critical juncture, why is Gu Qingwan still telling him not to panic...?
Why?
Before he could react, four pale-skinned maids suddenly appeared beside him and quickly bound his limbs with transparent plastic cable ties.
Remembering Gu Qingwan's words, Jiang Cheng could only suppress his instinct to resist and obediently let them tie him up tightly.
After the four maids left, Jiang Cheng briefly assessed his physical condition. He discovered that the transparent cable ties weren't particularly tight; he even had some room to move. However, if he tried to forcefully break free, he would surely be strangled to a bloody pulp by these seemingly thin but actually extremely tough cable ties.
"Alright, you can start setting it up now."
The hairpin maid came over, briefly checked the bandages on Jiang Cheng's body, and then turned her head indifferently to give instructions to the maids beside her.
At the same time, the wooden table slowly lowered, and a stainless steel workbench came into view. Several strong chefs in white coats were busy at the other end of the workbench.
Jiang Cheng's body was now level with the massive control panel, silently exposed to everyone. But everyone seemed used to this scene, not giving him a second glance, simply continuing with their work.
Such treatment naturally made Jiang Cheng feel a little better.
At the same time, the gray-clad maid took several large trays full of food from the white-robed chef and slowly walked to Jiang Cheng's side.
The hairpin maid reached out and picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks, her eyes filled with reverence as she took food from the tray and slowly placed it on Jiang Cheng's body.
"hiss!"
Jiang Cheng involuntarily tensed all the muscles in his body, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
It wasn't just the instantaneous stimulation of his body touching the cold food that startled him; he was also taken aback by the hairpin maid's movements.
What the heck is this?!
He was stunned for only a moment before he suddenly realized what was happening!
He wasn't treated as food, but rather...
container.
Or rather, it's just a plate with warmth.
Jiang Cheng had heard of the concept of "Nyotaimori" long ago, back in this world.
The so-called "Nyotaimori" (woman's body sushi) is a ritual where a young girl's body is used as a container for food, resembling a giant white porcelain plate, typically filled with sushi and other traditional Japanese dishes. This phenomenon is a product of extreme male chauvinism in Japan and represents the objectification of women to the extreme.
At this moment, he became the so-called "container," or what is known as the "bodi" in the land of cherry blossoms.
Even though Jiang Cheng was feeling extremely uncomfortable, he could only silently endure it all.
Because he knew that now there was no turning back.
Besides, he was genuinely curious about who this so-called "Miss Jiaxian" was, and why she would use his body to do these things.
As the maidservant with the hairpins ate, Jiang Cheng's body was gradually covered with various ingredients, including all kinds of fresh slices and vegetables and fruits cut into various shapes.
At first, when Jiang Cheng felt each piece of food being placed on his body, he couldn't help but tense the muscles in the corresponding areas to resist this extremely awkward touch.
The moment he moved, or his body swayed even slightly, the hairpin maid would mercilessly tap his collarbone hard with wooden chopsticks, as if warning him not to move. Her strength was perfectly controlled; although it caused Jiang Cheng considerable pain, it left no marks on his fair skin. Even the slight redness and swelling left by the tap disappeared without a trace after a moment.
She must do this kind of thing often...
As Jiang Cheng drew a conclusion in his mind, he clenched his teeth tightly to fight against the discomfort and pain in his body.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng had suppressed all his groans, the hairpin maid's eyes clearly revealed a hint of disdain and sarcasm. However, she said nothing, only curling her lips as she systematically covered Jiang Cheng's entire body with various foods. She didn't miss a single part, until he was completely wrapped up before finally stopping.
Jiang Cheng let out a soft sigh of relief.
He felt as if this was a long torture and torment, not only the physical discomfort of being "cut with a dull knife," but also the crushing and torment of his mind and dignity.
Fortunately, all of this is temporarily over.
The hairpin maid looked him up and down, making sure her work was flawless, before turning to the maids waiting at the door and ordering without a trace of emotion, "Send him over there."
"yes."
The maids came over again, surrounded Jiang Cheng, and worked around him to push the table back up.
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