My teacher thinks the same way I do: frying, boiling, stewing—anything fragrant, especially eggs, is delicious.
However, Jiang Si couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, are you sure this egg isn't fertilized? It won't hatch. Why don't you take another look?"
Let's assume the egg came from the brother-in-law's belly.
Just as the teacher said, it was an unfertilized egg.
Did His Majesty just end up making a fool of himself?
This is the suffering of humankind!
That's amazing.
Gong Ming tiptoed and held up the black egg in his hand: "Little darling, there are no signs of life or spiritual energy inside. Try it yourself if you don't believe me."
The teacher inadvertently started to become bad too.
Let her try it herself?
Want to test if she has any mental power?
She won't do it.
The reason she didn't pick up the black egg when she first saw it was because she remembered that her brother-in-law possessed the ability to devour her spiritual power, which not only supplied himself but also the little one in his belly.
If this dark, unremarkable egg in front of her turns out to be a little creature that consumes mental energy, she could immediately reveal her mental energy level to her teacher.
But now it's all right. The teacher said it has no spiritual power, no fertilization, and no life fluctuations, which puts everyone at ease.
Jiang Si reached out and caught the large black egg. The egg was warm to the touch, and its smooth shell was like a piece of jade. "Teacher, you're joking. How could I possibly tell? I only know how to cook. Can you tell what kind of egg this is?"
“A small pterosaur egg!” Gong Ming glanced at her meaningfully, opened his personal terminal, and pulled up a picture: “This is its egg.”
The image prominently features a creature with a pointed beak, bat-like wings, a body covered in downy fur, and a long tail.
Gong Ming swiped again, and another picture appeared, a picture full of small black pterosaur eggs. He said, "These are its eggs, black eggs, but the egg in your hand is one size smaller than a normal small pterosaur egg."
"It's obviously a small, malnourished pterosaur that's laying eggs. It belongs to the lowest stratum of its species."
Is the brother-in-law from the lowest tier?
No!
He must be a bird of prey.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex was absolutely at the top of the food chain and the most ferocious.
"Besides this small pterosaur, what other creatures lay black eggs?" Jiang Si asked Gong Ming, still somewhat unwilling to give up.
Her teacher was a treasure; a highly respected 7th-level plant healer in the Troia Empire, over 100 years old, who had eaten more salt in Troia than rice.
Gong Ming thought for a moment, then typed two more words into his personal computer. A picture appeared on his computer: a black bird. He pointed at the bird and said, "Black bird, black bird eggs are also black, but the one in your hand is a little bigger than a black bird egg."
Black crow?
Black crow eggs?
Is the brother-in-law a black crow?
How big must it be, a crow?
Jiang Si suddenly shook her head, trying to shake off the image of her brother-in-law's head and body resembling a crow.
“This egg best fits the small pterosaur egg, because the smallest small pterosaur egg is about this size, and even the largest black crow egg isn’t this big,” Gong Ming concluded. “Anyway, it’s not very useful, and it won’t hatch into any life. Boiling a pterosaur egg, although it’s a bit fishy, still tastes alright.”
Jiang Si kicked the egg into her arms and said, "Master, you can peel the tiger skin here first. I have a lot of ways to eat eggs. I'll go back and place an order, and I'll make you a whole egg feast and bring it to you when it's ready."
My little darling went away for a month of military training.
The food left behind was all eaten long ago.
Upon hearing that there would be a whole egg feast, Gong Ming not only did not invite her to stay, but also instructed her: "Remember to keep the receipts when you buy the ingredients, so you can get reimbursed later."
"Master, I'll continue to skin the tiger, deal with the donkey, and kill the lion's head. I'll cook you a big meal later too."
"Alright! I'm leaving now." Jiang Si said, not forgetting to take the bloody tiger penis with her.
Her brother-in-law brought her an egg, but she didn't reciprocate; that's just being rude.
Gong Ming didn't understand why she had that thing, so he shouted at her back, "Sweetie, are you out of money? You can't eat that thing, what do you want it for?"
Jiang Si disappeared as soon as she stepped out the door, just like a rabbit that had run wild.
She didn't hear a word Gong Ming said to her.
Jiang Si ran all the way back to her dormitory, closed the door, went online to the StarNet store, and clicked to buy all the types of eggs she could see.
I bought quite a few small pterosaur eggs and black crow eggs as well.
After that, she looked for baijiu (Chinese liquor). After searching for a long time, she finally found it in a store that hadn't opened for a long time and whose shipping address was in the Eighth Star System. She placed an order for 200 jin (100 catties) of baijiu.
She cleaned the bloody tiger penis and placed it in a drying machine to air dry.
While waiting for the tiger penis to dry, Jiang Si took out the black egg from her arms and placed it on the dining table. She thought of her cheap husband, who was convinced that she was a level 7 plant healer because of a small mole on her hand.
She found a white marker and painted over the small black mole between her fingers, then dialed her cheap husband's personal computer via video call.
However, the focus of the video is the black egg on the table, not herself.
Solid rays crisscrossed the outside of the cell. Agares stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Zerg Crown Prince He Yan inside, who was constantly courting death and loudly demanding to see Miss Ajahn. He said coldly, "She belongs to the Troia Empire. She will not come to see you, nor is she obligated to do so."
He Yan was burned by the rays, his upper body was human, and his lower body dragged a long, bloody black tail.
He lay sprawled on the crisscrossing beams of light, his fingers smoking as if he felt no pain. His golden eyes, with vertical pupils gleaming red, said, "Agares, how many planets do you want? Name your number, and I'll trade them all for my little darling."
"A planet? The weather's nice today, perfect for..."
Before the word "dream" could be uttered, Agares's personal terminal beeped.
His voice stopped abruptly, and he raised his hand to look.
About ten days later, his young wife called him via video.
They've always communicated via voice messages; they've never had a video call.
Agares hesitated for a moment, then turned around, and with a bang, the door to He Yan's room slammed shut.
From the outside, the entire cell was seamless, like a solid, perfect stone standing there.
Agares answered the video call, expecting to see his wife, but instead, he saw a "black egg".
Then a delicate, boneless, fair hand appeared in the video and picked up the black egg.
Then a soft, sweet voice came from the video: "Honey, guess what kind of egg this is?"
Agares frowned slightly, but answered without hesitation: "A small pterosaur egg."
My cheap husband has a pretty impressive knowledge base.
Jiang Si softened her voice and asked again with a hint of coquetry, "No, guess again."
Agares paused for a moment: "Black egg."
Jiang Si said, "No, guess again."
Agares replied without the slightest impatience, "Emu eggs are mainly dark green, but some are black."
My husband is incredibly patient, and even just looking at his appearance through the video is a visual treat.
"Not really." Jiang Si's coquettish voice was as sweet as honey, seemingly overflowing from the screen: "Honey, suppose, I mean suppose, suppose this egg belongs to His Majesty and the Empress, what do you think?"
Agares frowned, clearly not having considered such a hypothesis. He then solemnly explained, "There are no records of marriage alliances between the royal family and the avian beastmen. The royal family does not have avian genes. Your hypothesis is invalid."
His Highness the Prince of the Empire underestimated a girl, who was determined to find out the answer to her question.
Moreover, Jiang Si wanted to know how this man, who constantly talked about reproductive isolation, evaluated his own brother.
"I was just saying, honey, just saying." Jiang Si shook the black egg in her hand, her voice a mix of coquettishness and dissatisfaction: "Tell me, tell me."
There was no one in the video, only a hand holding a black egg and waving it around. Agares' ears turned red involuntarily, and the image of his soft and coquettish wife, as described by his subordinates, popped into his mind.
"husband……"
"Stop acting cute!"
Ginger shreds: "..."
Is she shy?
Jiang Si immediately pressed on, her soft, sweet voice protesting, "I wasn't being affectionate, honey, you're being mean to me."
"No!" Agares' deep voice was hoarse as he switched the video call to a voice call. Afraid she wouldn't believe him, he added an explanation: "I didn't yell at you."
Jiang Si was stunned. She hadn't spoken to her husband on voice for about 10 days. She finally managed to make a video call to show him the egg and watch him, but he switched to voice instead.
Should I switch to voice?
Is he blushing with embarrassment?
I was only focused on his stunning good looks and didn't notice whether his face was red or not.
We lost money.
My cheap husband is so cute, I didn't see how he blushed, I'm really missing out.
"You didn't yell at me, so tell me, if this egg were His Majesty and the Empress's, what would you think?" Jiang Si's coquettish voice was like that of a willful child, wanting to know an answer; if she didn't, she wouldn't get over this hurdle.
"Honey, tell me about this, it's just a hypothetical situation, a hypothetical situation!"
Agares clenched his fist, exhaled a hot breath, and said in a calm and serious voice, "If this is His Majesty's egg, it can only mean that His Majesty is exceptionally gifted!"
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