Chapter 5: So big and juicy, the color is as bright red as the tip of a devil’s tongue…
"Are you still going to use your abs tonight?"
This statement not only reveals the identity, but also serves as a teasing joke.
Bai Ling touched his pocket and blurted out, "I didn't bring any cookies today."
What this means is - if there are cookies, I want to have them again. Yu Chen listened and smiled unconsciously, what a brave bird it is.
On the other side, the AI butler took a sip of coolant. It asked where its owner got those cheap biscuits from. It turned out to be this...
This Bird-brand home robot's marketing pitch!
The host has already accepted the cookies and invited people to touch his abdominal muscles. According to the thinking of the human world, if you round it up, it means you want it.
The AI camera flashed a light. Master, leave it to me.
It slid and took Bai Ling outside, saying mysteriously, "Brother, so you are in this line of work, why didn't you tell me earlier? Our master really... admires you. I would like to ask for your basic information, is that okay?"
Bai Ling was stunned: "What kind of information?"
The AI calculated with its pliers: "Do you have a contract? How many times have you used it? How long does it last?"
Generally speaking, domestic sex robots are dispatched by companies, but there are also bionic people who work on their own.
The latter type usually has a more exquisite appearance, richer functions, and of course a higher price. After all, a beautiful face and soft filling materials are expensive and the cost is much higher.
Looking in front of him again, this "bionic man" has a cold and beautiful appearance, and the combination of white hair and gray eyes gives people a high-end inorganic texture. Judging from the face, it must have been designed by a master designer in the industry, it is quite beautiful.
However, his body has serious defects.
The right leg was neatly amputated 5 cm above the knee. Despite the serious damage, they didn't even repair it, and only installed a prosthesis. It looks like a personal belonging of someone who had been abused and escaped.
If he is under contract, the owner cannot rent him.
So, you have to find out clearly.
"Contract?" Bai Ling thought about it. He hadn't reported to the mecha club yet. "I'm still a free agent at the moment."
As for the number of times and years of use... what the robot wants to ask is probably the number of reproductions and age, right?
He is still in the first stage of differentiation and has not yet entered the second stage, so the number is obviously 0.
After changing his mind, Bai Ling used a statement that the machine could understand:
"'Years' is 19 years old, and the number of times it has been used should be considered 'unopened'. Are you asking this to understand it clearly and then ask me for help?"
Bai Ling didn't find these questions strange.
In his previous life, he specialized in the recycling and repair of second-hand aircraft carriers, and often dealt with some small robots that were not smart enough. Those artificially stupid questions are even more nonsensical. So he naturally thought that the other party might want him to help with repairs or something like that.
AI whispered mysteriously: "Yes, I will help you promote your business. You know what I mean."
Bai Ling nodded. He understood—he really had to ask him to repair it.
Turning around, I saw the corridor. It was quite luxurious, but the lighting was dim, the wires were exposed, and it was obvious that it had been in disrepair for a long time. Thinking of the lean body inside that did not conform to the tyrant's aesthetics at all, he reasonably concluded:
It turned out to be the deposed favorite concubine who wanted to ask me to unscrew a lightbulb.
Wait... why is this plot a bit weird?
It's like secretly seducing the tyrant's omega while he's away.
Thinking of this, Bai Ling hesitated. He had just arrived and was travelling under a fake identity, so adding unnecessary complications might lead to trouble.
Anyway, let’s refuse it first.
Just as he was about to speak, AI suddenly glanced at the message and said in surprise: "Hey, the master said he wants to invite you to stay for dinner."
As soon as he mentioned eating, Bai Ling immediately responded to the program, "What kind of meal?"
The AI spoke clearly and with a mysterious smile: "Meat."
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When he heard that he was going to eat meat, Bai Ling didn't actually hold out much hope.
In recent years, thanks to the unremitting efforts of the tyrant Cade, the empire's inflation has reached new highs, catching up with the Zimbabwean dollar.
With prices soaring, ordinary people have to consider their savings if they want to buy fruits and vegetables. As for fresh meat, forget it.
Therefore, Bai Ling guessed that the "meat" that a man could treat him to must be artificial meat.
But it's nice to have it.
At this moment, a gold-embroidered plate was stacked on the elegantly patterned tablecloth, with a thick steak on it. The Maillard reaction gives it a perfect burnt brown color.
Bai Ling cut a small piece and put it in his mouth. The moment it entered his mouth, the gravy burst wildly at the tip of his teeth, and the frankincense of rosemary and fat flowed freely, as if proudly announcing -
It is fresh and real meat, not artificial meat filled with starch.
Swallowing it down greedily is the greatest respect for it!
By the time I realized it, most of the steak on the plate had been eaten. Bai Ling lowered his eyes silently, suppressing his appetite and forcing himself to put down the fork.
Can't eat anymore. Good things should be saved and eaten slowly.
This was a habit he developed while wandering around after the failure of his previous life. Because in that turbulent and poor era, it was difficult to find someone who would enthusiastically invite you to dinner.
Bai Ling took a quick glance at the man at the head of the table and, knowing that he couldn't see him, calmly wrapped the meat tightly in the tablecloth, quietly put it into his pocket, and prepared to take it away.
On the long European walnut table, Yu Chen heard the slight friction of clothes and the omega's breathing, which inexplicably became cautious and light. He leaned forward slightly and asked politely:
"Is it still to your liking?"
Bai Ling: "The meat is very big. Thank you for your hospitality."
Yu Chen calmly picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said casually: "You're welcome. By the way, that biscuit is your food for a week."
He knew that the omegas in the palace were always starved and forced to lose weight.
Especially those who have no one to take care of them and no family members to give them money to take care of them are even more pitiful.
Yu Chen thought of the dry compressed biscuit that he couldn't swallow even with milk in his mouth, but the O in front of him had to brave the wind and snow to bring it back from outside to eat.
This is enough to show that this child has gone through many hard times that others can't imagine.
Bai Ling pursed her lips and did not answer immediately.
He was reluctant to admit that this was the first time he had a full and nutritious meal since he had an amputation surgery this month. Even if his previous life was counted, this should be the first time someone took the initiative to invite him to eat meat since he fell from the peak of his career.
Everyone could see that he was skinny and pale.
Only the blind man invited him to eat beef.
He is always grateful.
But he couldn't confess, so he could only lie in accordance with the identity of the pet he was impersonating:
"It's not food, just snacks. When my family is not busy for a while, I will ask someone to send some food to me."
Hearing this, Yu Chen did not comment, but just smiled with interest: "Which bird tribe are you from?"
Bai Ling: "A subspecies of the great tit, with black back and white belly hair, living on the planet Koro, and has white hair in human form."
Great tits mainly eat insects, but they also prey on small sparrows, which does not conflict with their carnivorous nature.
This answer is flawless.
Yu Chen is not so easy to fool.
He chuckled, "So, the weak and broken-legged Badminton also wants to assassinate Isupalaiso?"
Weak, badminton, every word is filled with contempt.
Just as he finished speaking, Yu Chen felt the back of the chair he was leaning on being pulled violently, and the next second, someone straddled it with long legs. His Adam's apple felt cold, and the sharp dinner knife was already at his throat, the blade slightly tilted, reflecting a pair of stern and cold gray eyes.
"Is this enough?" Bai Ling's voice was cold.
Yu Chen followed the strength of his hand, slightly raised his neck, and said in a calm tone, "Great tit, why haven't I heard that little tits like you are more aggressive than eagles?"
Bai Ling narrowed his eyes dangerously and was about to ask the other party what he wanted to do, but stopped instantly.
This man actually ignored the sharp knife in front of his throat. He pressed the blade and leaned forward inch by inch, forcing Bai Ling, who was sitting on his lap, to retreat.
Bai Ling wanted to restrain him with his posture, but he was forced back.
A thin line of blood was pressed out on the sculptured ivory neck. The bright red color was like the tip of a devil's tongue, and it could make people's eyes wet and hot even from a distance.
Yu Chen remained calm and composed, but Bai Ling's breathing gradually became tense. It was a suffocating feeling of being actively attacked and then being crushed by a top predator.
The bony finger bones that were originally clasping the dinner knife were now shaking slightly unconsciously.
He couldn't bring himself to do it.
The breath of Canhai's wavy golden hair was within reach, and the cheek that he had touched was also very close. Bai Ling's breathing was slightly disordered, and he was completely unaware of how much pheromones he had inhaled. He stepped back tensely, and his lower back suddenly hit the edge of the table hard. It hurt!
"Ah..." Bai Ling instantly arched his body in pain.
He subconsciously reached out to touch it, but a slender big hand took over his lower back. He tried gently at first, then tightened his arms and pulled them forward. As he moved, Bai Ling was stunned and crashed into the soft golden sea, and fell on his shoulders.
All of a sudden, I fell from the hell of difficulty breathing into the heaven of gentleness.
"You lying little liar." The bass vibrated against the earlobes, making people's hearts tremble.
Bai Ling gritted his teeth and said coldly, "I didn't lie."
"No?"
The strands of hair brushed against Bai Ling's cheek, and his heartbeat quickened for no reason. The man leaned over and felt around in his pocket, took out something, threw it on the plate, and asked him:
"No, then what is this?"
Half a piece of beef rolled out and curled up in the corner of the plate, as if it was a piece of evidence of a crime.
Yu Chen asked slowly, "Is this the bad habit you learned while wandering?"
Condescending, with a hint of condemnation.
bad habits.
Inexplicable emotions surged up in my mind.
Compared to the countless contempts I have heard before, these two words are completely insignificant. But when these words came out of the mouth of the person who had just shown kindness, Bai Ling's heart couldn't help but feel a deep pain.
Bai Ling struggled hard to break free from the shackles, supported himself with his broken prosthetic leg, lowered his eyes, and limped out.
Yu Chen turned towards him and said in a low voice, as if ordering him to come back.
Bai Ling stopped, his breathing became disordered, and his strong and straight spine was like a small tree swaying in the wind and rain. He turned around, gritted his teeth and sneered:
"A blond noble like you surely doesn't know what it's like to be hungry, right?"
Yes, he lied.
"…I am a despicable low-level wild dog."
There is no family that loves me at all.
I'm just a crippled loser who was kicked out of the army and betrayed by his friends many years later.
"…but I never stole anything from you."
I just want to save that piece of meat and eat it tomorrow.
The room was silent, with only the low, lonely sound of the central air conditioner being heard.
Yu Chen sat up straight in the high chair, crossed his fingers, and told him, "There won't be a next time."
Bai Ling lowered his eyelashes, his thin pale eyelids trembled, and his tone was stiff:
"I won't come again."
……asshole.
Turn around and leave.
"I mean..." Yu Chen pressed his temples helplessly. He fumbled for his cane, pushed the chair away and stood up. "Next time, don't hide it in the napkin secretly. It will breed bacteria. Eat it on the spot if you want to eat it."
"If you want to take one home, just let me know and I'll be happy to pack it for you."
Bai Ling was stunned and looked at him subconsciously.
The bloodstain on the man's neck was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. After being wiped by the snow-white tablecloth, it became as perfect as a Renaissance statue with flesh and blood.
Yu Chen walked over slowly with a black cane. When he was almost in front of him, he asked, "Where are you?" and whispered, "Sorry, I used the wrong words just now..."
Apologize proactively.
He raised his hand to explore the way, but the gaps between his long fingers were suddenly filled by a tuft of soft hair.
A stubborn and upright little white-haired boy.
Yu Chen touched the head that was brought to his hand.
He is very happy.
I haven't felt so comfortable in the past ten years.
It’s as if you are walking back with difficulty after a long period of fatigue, and a puppy you met by chance has its tail stepped on by you accidentally. When you squat down and say sorry, it has already forgiven you.
He also understood the significance of that half piece of beef.
Only stray puppies who are not cared for by anyone will learn to delay gratification. It picked up the meat bones given by passers-by, licked them twice, and then reluctantly hid in its rag nest. At night, it could only fall asleep with its little head resting on the bones.
It does not expect anyone to give it alms again, nor does it dare to expect it.
I will just wait here, waiting for you to stop on a whim one day.
The hand caressing the top of his head was gentle, and in a trance, Bai Ling recalled the unexpected hug before. In the dark terrace, the other person protected him in a corner and gently and thoughtfully comforted him...
Very appropriate and caring.
The beef is being digested in the stomach, and the process of breaking down protein into peptides makes the entire chest and abdomen become warm. After being on the verge of collapse from hunger for a long time, the sense of security that was suddenly filled with food gave him a vague hope that he shouldn't have:
I like it very much.
I wish it were mine.
But this is just a fleeting fantasy and is unrealistic.
"Please don't hug me," Bai Ling took a step back, avoiding the warm hands. The dazzling crystal chandelier flickered in the afterglow. He turned his face away in a trance and murmured in a low voice:
"If you eat good food every day, you will get addicted."
"Then come every day." Yu Chen said softly.
Bai Ling raised his eyes and saw the man standing in the overlapping shadows of lights, with his back to the halo and his face blurred. He seemed to be recalling yesterday's prosperity and an old dream, a warm dream that only a dying person would have in the last night of his life.
I seem to...
Where have I seen this face before...
who is he……
Bai Ling wanted to grasp that feeling, but the stabbing pain in his brain surged like a tide, as if covering up some unforgettable emotion.
He couldn't help but whisper, "I don't need your kindness, and I have nothing to repay you."
Yu Chen's answer was gentle and unquestionable:
"If kindness requires a reward, it is no longer kindness."
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