Chapter 17 You want me to feed you? (Swallowed.)
Forced by the dictator's tyranny, the son of the god finally chose to go downstairs by himself.
Considering that most of his men were male and of questionable quality, Buster decided to have dinner brought upstairs so the two of them could eat together in his room.
At the other end of the corridor, the chief's living space is very large. Unlike the guest Reinhardt, Buster's rest area consists of a living room and a bedroom.
The entryway faces a huge floor-to-ceiling window, offering an unobstructed view of the outside scenery. The living room is furnished with a coffee table, sofa, various treasure chests, energy ores, and some random mechanical debris scattered throughout the space.
Reinhardt stepped inside and nearly tripped on Buster's back with his first step.
Buster glanced at the somewhat cramped Son of God, then silently kicked away the parts, clearing a path for the blind.
Dinner was quickly served, and the waiter responsible for delivering the dishes stared wide-eyed at the Son of God sitting quietly in his fishtail dress, forgetting even what he had come there for.
Buster was inexplicably irritated and kicked his underling.
It's not heavy; it's just enough to kick the soul back.
"Get lost."
The younger brother rubbed his backside as he got up, indignant.
"You're not hiding your wife! Why can't I see her?"
Buster's personality wasn't as mature and rigid as some people thought. Although he was the leader, he often joked around with his brothers, so they weren't afraid of him and would sometimes crack jokes with him.
In his private space, the Storm Leader appeared even more relaxed, arms crossed, long legs spread wide, looking completely at ease.
The underling sheepishly shut his mouth and wisely left before the leader went completely mad.
They even closed the door behind them.
The Storm Leader then turned his gaze back to Reinhardt on the opposite side.
Compared to the room's owner, Reinhardt was much more reserved. Dressed in a long pink dress, he sat upright on the sofa like a statue, even the strands of hair hanging down his chest seemed to have been calculated to curve precisely, making him breathtakingly beautiful.
On Reinhardt's side, where the world is only black and white, the indescribable aroma of food overwhelmed them. Not to mention, a certain leader deliberately bent down, approached the table, and brushed the fragrance towards him, pushing the aroma of the food toward him.
Immediately afterwards, the Storm Leader, who could sense that the Son of God was clearly wavering, sneered and pushed the plate over, placing the creamy white mushroom soup next to the Son of God.
Just as Reinhardt's fingertips touched the corner of the porcelain plate, Buster's voice followed.
Do you want me to feed you?
He still had that same irritating tone, but Reinhardt could tell he wasn't joking.
If I refuse, he really will take action.
With no other choice, Reinhardt could only fumble for the silver spoon placed beside his plate, bend down, slowly scoop up a mouthful of soup, and put it in his mouth.
The milky sweetness and rich aroma blend with the unique fragrance of mushrooms, lingering on the tongue and teeth.
This was the first time Reinhardt had ever tasted such food, and like the cakes and cookies he had been treated to that afternoon, it was quite novel.
Reinhardt was born in a church in a small, unknown town in the countryside. Food was provided by the local villagers, and the only options were meager things like bread and potatoes. Therefore, his perception of food was always that it was unpalatable.
The cake opened up new horizons for him. If Reinhardt still had his eyes, they would surely have lit up the moment he tasted the cake.
It's delicious.
Reinhardt had a new perspective on food, including the potato chunks. They were even sweeter than anything he'd ever eaten before.
“I didn’t force you to eat more.” As Reinhardt stuffed the second small potato into his mouth, Buster, who had been resting his chin on his hand and watching him intently, suddenly spoke up, stopping him.
The deputy lady once said that the son of the gods was physically weak and malnourished, and that the most important thing at present was to get more nutrition.
However, because he had been on a long-term fast, his physical condition was very poor. If he were to ingest a large amount of nutrition in a short period of time, it would have the opposite effect.
So Buster didn't initially intend to force Reinhardt to finish eating.
He only ate a little bit; in his eyes, those so-called cakes and cookies were not nutritious and could not fill his stomach.
Reinhardt was still chewing on a piece of potato as he received the new instructions. The food made his thin cheeks look slightly rounded, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.
Buster immediately decided that the son of the god had to be at least this size.
He personally supervised it.
Unaware that he had been sentenced to a life sentence of having to eat with the Storm Leader every day, Reinhardt silently put down his spoon and quietly and obediently chewed the last piece of potato.
...
"Hey." Reinhardt heard the person on the other end suddenly speak, as if calling him, so he tilted his head and looked in that direction.
The latter quickly followed up with a second sentence: "Swallowed it."
Reinhardt was confused, but he obediently followed orders.
The Storm Leader was very satisfied, so for the next few days, he tried different recipes for the Son of God every day. Then he was surprised to find that the guy wasn't picky about food at all.
She's not picky about food at all; she'll eat anything that's available. However, she has a very small appetite. Each time, she'll only eat a couple of bites before putting down her chopsticks and sitting silently to the side, using her pretty face, covered by a blindfold, as a decoration.
Buster would even make a note of the dishes that were eaten on their third bite, and tell the chef to continue eating them next time.
The handsome son of the gods quickly became a regular at the glass tea room. Whenever the weather was slightly better, he would go to the tea room to quietly enjoy the sea breeze and the vibrant sounds of the Bohai Sea waves.
Occasionally, he could enjoy pastries or delicacies prepared by the ladies themselves. But Buster soon ordered that he was forbidden from having afternoon tea after 2 p.m.
The reason is that he doesn't eat dinner after having afternoon tea.
Because he had lost his sight, Reinhardt did not see the shock the three ladies felt upon hearing the ban, nor the complex looks they gave him and Buster.
Life on the pirate ship was surprisingly peaceful, and Reinhardt quickly adapted to the daily rhythm. The only thing that bothered him was probably eating.
Just like tonight, he once again overate under the urging of the Storm Leader.
Reinhardt, feeling a slight bloating in his abdomen, tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
I'm still a little thirsty.
Reinhardt had no choice but to get up, slowly make his way to the table, and pour himself a glass of cool tea.
Just then, he vaguely heard shouts coming from outside the window, filled with urgency.
He groped his way to the window, opened a crack to listen outside, but the sound was mixed up by the sea breeze and was hard to discern.
He intended to put down his teacup and go back to sleep. But at the same moment he did, there was a gentle knock on the wooden door of the room.
"Hey, Your Highness." An annoying greeting came through the door, the Storm Leader's voice laced with amusement, "Want to come with me and see something good?"
Reinhardt paused for a moment, then slowly walked over and opened the door.
Then he heard Buster's voice coming from a position slightly above his head.
“Let’s go,” he said. “Let’s face the storm together.”
A note from the author:
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Reinhardt eating in silence
Madonna: Mind your own business, whether people can even eat or not [eye roll]
Victoria: A micromanager who meddles in everything, from the smallest things to everyone's afternoon tea [question mark]
Celine: 99
Storm Leader: What the hell?!
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