Chapter 189: It depends on the situation.
Down to your hands. How dare you.
Bai Ling had a blank expression on his face. He knew that this guy had bad intentions. He wanted to have such an exciting time early in the morning on Christmas Day. He was definitely trying to take advantage of the holiday to do something bad.
Moreover, the word "reward" was used very deliberately, almost as if it was saying, "You should reward me."
Bai Ling asked directly: "Do you want a reward?"
This was said jokingly, originally meant to curb his self-deserved arrogance.
But the mermaid did not waver. Instead, she leaned forward and lowered her body as she stretched out her hand. Her fingertips touched Bai Ling's thigh:
"think."
When Bai Ling was poked by him, he felt a numbness in his spine as if he was electrocuted, and his heart suddenly started beating strangely.
What kind of large dog-clinging style...animal performances are prohibited in front of him!
Bai Ling is a man who usually responds to soft tactics and does not respond to hard tactics. If you use force or coercion to force him to lay eggs, he will definitely turn against you immediately. But if you admit it in a nice tone, he will activate his upright nature and show leniency to you for your honesty.
So the mermaid who understood this, lowered her eyes, pinched his leg, and said bluntly:
"You promised to make it up to me."
Bai Ling thought: "...Is there such a thing?"
“Yes,” the mermaid stared at him, a hint of gloom flashing through her eyes, “the last time you touched me.”
Bai Ling thought to himself, I touched you so many times... Oh, it seems to be the last time you said you had lost weight. I actually still remember it. Are you so lacking in love?
The problem is that he is never hungry every day, he is always given hugs and kisses, and even given two snacks from time to time, but he still hasn't eaten enough.
People say that people’s appetite gets worse as they age, but how come this fish went in the opposite direction? Something is wrong. Ask the doctor one day to see if he has taken the wrong medicine again.
Bai Ling said frankly: "If I promise to treat you to eggs, they will definitely be yours, but I can't get them in my hands."
Refuse, firmly refuse.
“Consider it a gift to me.” The mermaid leaned over, in a completely docile courtship posture. Seeing that Bai Ling didn't answer, he sat over there to shorten the distance, leaned his forehead against his cheek, and said softly, "I'm still having a fever."
Bai Ling's face suddenly turned red. He had been single for two lifetimes and had only gotten married in the past six months. How could he withstand this?
What a scheming old man! He spoke so pitifully. Although I knew it was probably just an act, Bai Ling really fell for it.
So when he came to his senses, he had already sat in the other person's palm, his clothes were disheveled, and he was in a delicate situation where he was about to explode.
Bai Ling's forehead was covered with sweat. He felt that he could hold it in for a while longer, at least until he could struggle out of the encirclement of the roasted fish.
However, the fish came closer very gently, absorbing his body warmth while hooking its knuckles and stretching its long fingers. While checking the progress, he reminded in a gentle voice:
"Be gentle, baby, don't crush my balls."
Bai Ling's mind buzzed, and the egg that appeared in his mind was not that egg. It was all because they were too shameless and would accept all kinds of censoring when they got crazy, causing the images in his mind to be so detailed that they exceeded 4K.
clatter.
The wet egg was placed in the mermaid's palm. The 42-degree temperature made the cold-blooded animal clench its fingers. In an instant, clear blue veins appeared from the wrist to the forearm. So hot.
But he controlled himself, and carefully used his fingertips to take the egg out from the warm and moist crevice of the bird's leg.
Not being nagged.
The bird was tired of laying eggs, and its back was covered with hot sweat when touched. It threw itself softly and hotly into his arms, humming softly, "chirping", which was its instinctive way of reminding the male to come and see the eggs.
Yu Chen held him with one hand, stroking from the back of his neck to his waist, dutifully releasing soothing pheromones, "Okay, okay, I'm here..."
While coaxing the bird, he calmly held the egg in his palm - a brown-red egg with some small spots on it, which looked very much like a hot brown sugar sesame dumpling. His palms were so big that he could hold the tiny egg in one gulp, and he couldn't help but feel a little moved.
Who would have thought that such a small egg could contain so much nutrition. A fertilized bird egg can hatch a baby bird without absorbing any nutrients from the outside world, which is enough to prove the greatness of the female body structure.
For humans, egg protein is second only to breast milk and is the closest natural nutrient to breast milk. For other A, eating eggs may be a self-affirmation of exploitation and possession, but he likes eggs because of the implicit reproductive worship contained in them.
Instead of providing for the child, the spouse’s nourishment is rewarded to him.
He must eat the eggs with gratitude and ritual, to be worthy of the generosity of the little female.
The air was thick, and the scent of alpha was everywhere. Bai Ling moved a little further away and leaned against the back of the sofa. Just as he was about to take a breath, he saw the fish licking his eggs wickedly with its forked scarlet tongue in front of him.
Psychopathic old snake!
At that moment, he really wanted to call the police loudly.
The monster tasted it and commented: "Baby's intestinal flora is very healthy. The doctor said that my stomach has been feeling bad recently, so I should take more probiotics."
As he spoke, he grasped the prosthetic ankle, dragged it towards him in an intimate manner, and lowered his head to prepare to eat the buffet.
Bai Ling's pupils trembled, and he felt that everything before him was a hundred years ahead of his cognitive bottom line. He didn't have time to collapse, his actions were faster than his brain, and he escaped in a flash -
The prosthetic limb fell on the sofa.
The falcon with its fur standing on end also fell to the side, its wings spread out in an M shape, its body supported, and its one leg with its small yellow claw curled up.
The mermaid lowered her head, and the falcon also looked up, and the man and the bird looked at each other for a moment.
The mermaid smiled, "This is the first time my baby has taken the initiative to transform into his original form in front of me and come into my arms."
I reached out to grab the bird, but it kicked the sofa and flew away. "No—"
Just as it was about to successfully fly into the ventilation duct and escape, the bird's claws suddenly dropped, and its wings lost their ability to flap, so it fell down.
Then, he wrapped the bird in a thin and soft cashmere coat and held it in his arms. The mermaid lowered her head and took a deep breath at his black and white polka-dot belly hair, with small feathers clinging to the bridge of her nose:
“A warm smell.”
The little yellow claws trembled towards the sky and hooked a few strands of golden hair.
Falcon: ...I am contaminated.
·
Commander Bai's egg-laying weakness lasted only ten minutes. When the time came, he jumped down wrapped in his coat, revealing one of his long legs, and hopped on one leg to the inner room, cursing.
What a crazy fish, who allowed him to suck his own belly hair... His lower abdomen is so sore and his legs are so weak that he can hardly stand.
Barely holding onto the wall, he leaned forward into the closet to rummage through his clothes. After a while, a hand holding clothes came up to him. He was dizzy, so he took it and said "thank you".
Turning around, I ran into another high wall. He was stunned for a second, and then the "wall" lifted him up easily by his legs with one hand and carried him back to the sofa in the living room.
Due to the limited space in the lounge, the places for activities are limited to these few places. The sofa has long been marked with the scent of the mermaid and has become his second home. So his behavior looked like he was carrying Bai Ling back to the nest.
The two men sat in silence, their gloomy expressions as usual, and took out wet tissues to clean up the traces of the incident, wiping the leather sofa, the prosthetic limb, and then the bird.
Bai Ling lay sideways, staring at him hatefully. If his eyes could become reality, he would have set that golden-haired creature on fire long ago.
"You got what you wanted," Bai Ling said, gnashing his teeth as he raised his bare feet and stepped on the mermaid's chest muscles, grinding them. "You're going to burn me after you've eaten my eggs?"
Yu Chen followed suit: "It depends on the situation."
Bai Ling: “…”
It depends on the situation. It seems that he is not going to give up.
The mermaid lowered his head and cleaned up carefully, allowing Bai Ling to observe him for a while. His appearance and outward appearance were unchanged as if they had eaten preservatives, but Bai Ling always felt that this person seemed a little different from when he first met him last year.
It is hard to say whether this change is positive or negative. If Bai Ling were to describe it, the word would probably be "relaxation".
He didn't act pretentiously in front of him.
Bai Ling still remembers how gloomy, dignified, cautious and restrained he was last winter. Many emotions were hidden deep in his eyes, and not much was revealed in words. When the two of them were together, Yu Chen always gave unconditionally and never asked for anything in return.
But after his repeated indulgence, the old man seemed to gradually open his heart and tentatively extended his tentacles towards him.
Yu Chen's behavior is indeed becoming more and more strange, but emotionally speaking, he seems to have broken away from a perfectly functioning government machine and become more "human".
Tell Bai Ling what you can’t say, and do with Bai Ling what you can’t do.
Moreover, perhaps Bai Ling's frank personality infected him, and Yu Chen also began to ask for it honestly.
This is a good thing.
If they want to stay together as a couple for a long time, they have to have this kind of give and take.
Crazy fish, it’s all my fault. Bai Ling silently turned his face and curled his lips.
Yu Chen saw his expression change, put down the wet tissue, pressed on him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Bai Ling bit her lip and tried to suppress the corners of her mouth. "That's not the case. I'm still angry."
Of course, raising monsters gives you a little sense of accomplishment, which is indeed worth being happy about.
After all, a hundred years of changes in the Federal Empire had not changed Isuparaiso's violent style, but he achieved some results in just one year, which can be regarded as a small progress in interstellar history.
Thinking of this, Bai Ling bent over and pulled out a bag from behind the sofa, took out an envelope, put it on Yu's forehead, and patted it, "This is a gift."
The mermaid raised his head subconsciously, and the envelope fell onto his shoulders along his long curly hair. He sat up, took the envelope and held it in his hand, and glanced at Bai Ling with a smile, "What is it?"
Bai Ling snapped on his prosthetic limb, put on his pants in two quick steps, picked up his shirt and went into the bathroom to wash up, "You can see for yourself."
Yu Chen watched him close the door and looked down at the envelope in his hand. There is an address written carefully on it:
[His Majesty the king, from his sofa]
I couldn't help but raise my lips before I even opened it.
Yu Chen touched it and guessed that there should be a greeting card inside. He pulled it out and saw that it was indeed a Christmas card. This thing was not distributed in the military camp, so this greeting card was drawn by Commander Bai himself.
I drew a fish, a mermaid with tentacles and a halo, which matched the pattern in the military intelligence manual, but was more careful and detailed than that one - at least I put some effort into coloring this one.
Yu Chen couldn't help but think of the past. During his reign, there was a traditional activity every Christmas - reading greeting cards.
His governing style was not as warm and bright, and he would not spend a lot of time receiving and replying letters from the people like constitutional monarchs in other countries. But he still left a small window, allowing people to deliver greeting cards to the mailbox of the Abida Palace before Christmas, and his chief of staff would select some of them and read them nationwide on Christmas Eve.
For a few years, he would sneak into the playback channel and read it himself.
Most of these greeting cards contain some fantastic ideas, some are wishing to get rich quickly, some are hoping for promotion, and many people just treat it as a tree hole and throw in some wishes that will be regarded as crazy.
For example, hoping for the world to end.
After reading it, he would quip, "I'm glad that [hoping for this damn world to explode] has surpassed [can I be emperor for a day] to become the top wish for ten consecutive years."
At that time, people around the country who had their televisions on would burst into laughter, turn around and point at themselves at their friends at the party and say, "I definitely voted for this, it was me!"
No one took these seriously.
Because a prosperous country will not deteriorate because of one or two public discouraging words. Its strength supports its magnanimity.
However, later, due to some well-known criticisms, the number of people sending greeting cards decreased year by year.
Yu Chen thought about it and realized that he hadn't received a greeting card for about twenty years.
I wonder what is written on this little bird greeting card.
He cherished this moment very much, so he curled up in the sofa just as it was written on the cover address, folded his long legs, and opened the hinge in the most comfortable position. After only watching the content for two seconds, he couldn't help laughing:
[Your Evil King: The little magpie in the bed next to the rescue center has always told me that you are an absolute monster. He warned me that if I mention you again, I will be caught by your tentacles - I believe it. So I decided to offer all the tail feathers I just replaced this year in exchange for your omnipotent tentacles, which I need to help me catch the pigeons in the square. After that, we will divide it into 30% and 70% respectively. Your Majesty, you take 30% and I take 70%.
—Your honored humble and disobedient subject]
I thought to myself how adorable it was, and turned the envelope over in my palm, and the tail feathers fell gently one by one.
A peregrine falcon has 12 tail feathers, and I counted them and found there are exactly 12 here. The molting season has long passed, so this unique set of feathers, from sub-adult to adult, was prepared from the end of summer.
The bird has an affectionate nature and will give its feathers to whoever feeds it.
"The one I gave Shaq was just a broken secondary flight feather. What I gave you is a tail feather, the best, hardest, and most beautiful one." Bai Ling came over while wiping her hair, and sat cross-legged beside him, raising her eyebrows. "How about it? Just say that what belongs to you is yours."
What belongs to you is yours. How lovely it is to hear that.
Yu Chen found a new silk handkerchief, carefully wrapped the feather, and said with care, "Next time, I will make your tail feather into a pen and use it to sign the national defense statement."
The National Defense Declaration is used to declare war, start war, and achieve victory. It is an important international diplomatic document and is usually submitted in duplicate to multiple countries and organizations for safekeeping, which shows how important it is.
Commander Bai crossed his arms and said solemnly: "Don't bring me along when you play shameful games with the whole world!"
The mermaid said: "Signing the declaration of victory with the Queen's feather is my New Year's wish this year."
Queen Honnori: “…………Accurate.”
·
After the holiday, Sea Urchin successfully received the eggs sent by his wife. He was so excited now that he wanted to hang the ball on his belt and show it off everywhere, making all the single A's jealous.
"It's just an egg," the sunfish said sourly, "You can buy it with money, and you can choose the variety if you buy it."
Sea Urchin slapped him on the head and said, "What are you talking about? Be careful what you say and do. Buying eggs was illegal in the empire fifty years ago. What are you thinking?"
Sunfish said, "I'm talking about eggs from real poultry. Do you think you're buying human eggs?"
However, when talking about the taboo topic of buying eggs, the group of A became very excited. They formed a small circle around the cafeteria table and began to contribute their own anecdotes:
"I heard that the rich people buy eggs from the black market. The madam will give you an album, and you can choose the O that you like. You can get the eggs in as little as one day."
"Oh, what a pervert!"
"And let the omega kneel on the dining table, and put it on the plate early in the morning, hot and sticky--"
"Stop talking, stop talking. Commander Bai is coming."
The group of people dispersed and watched Commander Bai come over to have breakfast. After a while, the postman also came in.
Thinking of the recent rumors about the two, Sunfish turned his head and raised an eyebrow, and said to the others: "Who do you think Commander Bai will give the eggs to? I think it must be the postman. He has to take care of his new love, right?"
"It would be best to give it to the postman. Anyway, I have always disliked Mr. D. He is too pretentious."
"The postman works so hard, so of course we have to feed him."
"Rich people like D might buy eggs all the time. It would be a waste of resources if we gave him our White Commander's eggs."
"I'd be really upset if D ate it. Does he deserve it?"
Nightingale was sitting at the next table and heard a group of A's talking nonsense. They actually allocated the ownership of Bai Ling's eggs in their conversation.
He poked the sandwich on the plate angrily, "It's someone else's egg, they can give it to whoever they want, it's none of their business. And they still judge whether other Alphas are worthy of it, bah, how shameless."
Little nurse: "Oh, the postman left. Didn't he come to have breakfast? Why did he just leave?"
Turning around, I saw a group of people named A talking behind my back:
"Come to think of it, I saw D's ship landed a few days ago. He should be here for the weekend. But Commander Bai has been coming to the cafeteria with the postman for several days in a row. What does this mean?"
The sunfish jumped three feet high and laughed loudly, "It means he has fallen out of favor!"
"Then he must be out of eggs."
"So cool! When Mr. D finds out that the postman is going to eat eggs in the cafeteria, his face will definitely turn blue with rage. So what if he's good-looking? He's still a loser in the competition. Commander Bai should be paired with a hardworking, iron-blooded, and true A like the postman, instead of his pretty, rich, pretty boy. Tsk tsk."
Speak of the devil, the devil appears. As soon as they finished speaking, everyone looked towards the door in a noisy manner, "Mr. D is here."
As everyone knows, Mr. D usually has a very fine diet. He brings his own cook with him when he goes out. He always cooks his meals behind closed doors and never eats in the same cafeteria with them.
But today, the sun rose from the west, and he actually condescended to come to the cafeteria.
He came with more than one person, and brought three bionic servants with him, one to wipe the table, one to spread the tablecloth, and one to set the tableware and serve the dishes.
The light and elegant tablecloth is best paired with a classic French breakfast. Hot milk chocolate and handmade shortbread are must-haves. In addition, the menu also includes lobster meat and caviar baked eggs.
But today's baked eggs are a little special.
The host specifically instructed that the eggs do not need to be baked or served with caviar, but should be boiled in the simplest hot spring water so that the original flavor of the eggs can be tasted.
The upper class also has its own way of eating eggs.
Legend has it that the mermaid royal family used special jeweled egg trays, and their collection of antique egg racks numbered hundreds, which was extremely luxurious.
Mr. D is also quite good at eating eggs.
First, there was the small ceramic salt shaker on his desk. It looked like it had been with him for many years and was a beloved item that showed signs of use.
Then there is the egg tray, which has a unique shape. It is made into the shape of a crown with gold wire and rubies. It is exquisite, beautiful and simple, and the crowd was amazed at the sight.
Someone whispered, "Why does this egg tray look familiar to me?"
Little nurse: "It seems to be the treasure of the Capital Museum. It is said to be a container for the Queen Egg. However, this thing is usually used for festivals and ceremonies. No one has ever used it to hold the Queen Egg."
As she spoke, she looked down at her phone and said, "Let me see. I think I remembered it correctly... I found the interface. [The Holy Queen's Shield-Shaped Ruby Crown Support], there is only one piece left in the world. It is a national first-class cultural relic. Um, it is on loan for exhibition - it didn't say where it was borrowed to."
A bunch of A-listers were disdainful: "Tsk, no matter how rich you are, you can't get the royal collection, so this must be a fake, commonly known as A-list goods."
"Just eat the eggs, why bother with an egg tray? How pretentious."
However, when Mr. D elegantly took out the egg that was the protagonist, everyone was speechless.
It was a bird's egg. Brown-red in color, these eggs belong to falcons.
There was only one falcon in the entire camp.
…………He ate Commander Bai’s eggs! ! Ahhhhhh, I'm so angry. No wonder he ran to the cafeteria to set up a formation so early in the morning. He came here just to show off, especially to show off in front of them!
A group of single A's were so jealous that their faces were distorted, their heads and hearts were full of sourness, but they could only swallow it down.
"He, he, he... look at him so arrogant!"
"Why are you showing off on purpose? You're just pretending that others have never eaten eggs."
"That's Commander Bai's egg, a high-quality egg laid by a strong man. Damn it... I'll never be able to eat it in my lifetime."
He was mocking me just now, but now he is so jealous that his eyes are red. If the one who ate the egg was the postman, they could barely accept it, but the winner turned out to be the mistress Mr. D, the rich man who was ridiculed by them every day, the one who never looked people in the eye. They were so angry that they couldn't sleep at night.
Nightingale laughed loudly: "How cool! Hit them hard in the face."
It is simply the MVP settlement screen of King of Competition.
Yu Chen slowly scooped out a small spoonful of egg and savored it leisurely.
The postman cannot satisfy everyone, but Mr. D can definitely make everyone unhappy. Changing his vest and forcefully attracting a wave of hatred are what Isuparaiso was best at and loved to do when he was young.
Bai Ling went out early after finishing his meal, and didn't know he was still inside, so he sent him a message to ask. He said he wanted to eat longer, Bai Ling asked why, he replied:
[The atmosphere is good today, let’s eat to enjoy the atmosphere. ]
A bird egg, which weighs only 46 grams when cooked, he spent the whole morning eating it, holding a small platinum antique silver spoon, immersed in the envious and jealous eyes of the alphas, perfectly interpreting the elegance and leisure of aristocratic blood - such an atmosphere.
In the afternoon, when Commander Bai was in formation, everyone in the entire barracks came running to say, "Hello, Commander Bai, I saw your eggs, they are growing really healthy, Mr. D even ate the eggshell with a croissant."
Commander Bai was furious and cursed inwardly, "This is such a show-off."
Then they added a rule to the military code, in bold and heavy font: [It is forbidden to eat wild eggs brought by yourself in the cafeteria for four hours! 】
When I went back at night, I was blocked by a monster fish, which darkened and dragged me into the bushes and pushed me down.
Bai Ling: "!! What are you doing?!"
The docile and rule-abiding postman said: "I have studied the military camp manual, and there is no such punishment provision."
Bai Ling: "It's available today."
The soldiers in the barracks will never know what outrageous stories are behind every seemingly strange rule. All they knew was that after the war, the penalty items were inexplicably doubled.
The soldiers were confused: "Eating eggs for four hours, who is committing these outrageous crimes?"
At this time, a former emperor whose name was never revealed walked by with his long hair lifted back, concealing his achievements and fame.
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