The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 39 - 37 Frankly Speaking
39: Chapter 37: Frankly Speaking
39 -37: Frankly Speaking
“The woman by his side, she was originally a Space superpower,” Li Qian’s brow beaded with sweat, yet he seemed oblivious to it as he picked up his cup and sipped his tea.
Only Li Qian knew about the Devouring.
A woman who was initially a Space superpower but could also shield herself from his spiritual power made things increasingly interesting.
“Li Qian,” the bizarre laugh of Old Shen Du stopped, he set down his teacup and leaned back in his chair, his aged voice betraying no emotion, “You’re very clever.”
The smile at the corner of Li Qian’s mouth grew even brighter as he lowered his gaze and touched his nose, “Otherwise, would you have kept me around until now?”
Right now, at best he was a mere navigator; if he didn’t have some brains, Shen Du wouldn’t have kept him close.
“Find an opportunity, take someone and kill Lu Chen, our brothers can’t have died in vain.”
The tea in the cup was drunk to the last drop, Old Shen Du spat out a few tea leaves, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
“Alright”
Li Qian agreed with a smile, a dark gleam swirling in his eyes.
In the airing yard, the two Gatekeepers had already been dragged away, leaving Yue Ru lying bare on the cold concrete floor.
The foul conversation of the two burly men moved forward as they each grabbed one of her legs and dragged her away, her back leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
Passing by Chu Mengyao, Yue Ru still mustered the strength to lift her head, and when she once again saw those eyes filled with pity yet also disgust, she gave a wretched smile, her eyes losing all vestiges of life.
Zhao Xiwen was helped back just as she collided in the hallway with Su Mo and the others.
“Momo, I’ve brought Xiwen back for you,” Chu Mengyao blinked, her words hesitant as she didn’t dare look at Su Mo directly while speaking.
“You don’t have to be so servile towards such people.”
Zhao Xiwen seemed quite confident about what she’d said earlier; undisguised disdain for Su Mo shone in her eyes beneath her black bangs.
Jianxiong was the first to grow unhappy; he stepped forward a few paces, his gigantic frame like a mountain standing between the two women:
“Zhao Xiwen, mind your words!”
Su Mo slipped out of Lu Chen’s embrace and scanned the two women, finally catching on.
Her red lips curved into a smile, and she approached them cheerfully, her eyes shining, “What kind of person am I?”
“Xiwen,” Chu Mengyao touched Zhao Xiwen, shaking her head at her.
Facing Su Mo’s beaming little face and the formidable presence behind her, Zhao Xiwen realized she had misspoken.
She stubbornly turned away, silently retreated to her room, and slammed the door shut.
Chu Mengyao’s face paled, her eyes reddening, “Then I’ll be going too.”
Seeing her like that, even Su Mo felt a surge of pity.
At this point, there was no sense in keeping secrets.
With a mysterious air, Jianxiong gestured for the couple to follow him into his room.
Looking at his conspiratorial demeanor paired with his burly stature, Su Mo found it oddly amusing, and they followed him in.
“Boss Lu, that Zhao Xiwen really has it in for you,” Jianxiong shook his head in resignation, “That’s why she keeps targeting your sister over and over.” He was getting tired of that woman’s meddlesome nature.
“And I thought it was something important,” Su Mo laughed lightly, having seen through the other woman’s motives long ago.
Yet when she looked up at Lu Chen, a faint hope flickered in her eyes, curious about what he would say.
The response from the man was just one word.
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Jianxiong was baffled, scratching his head with eyes as wide as saucers, “That’s…
it?”
Within Lu Chen’s cold phoenix eyes, there was a hint of impatience, “Just a two-faced betrayer, that’s all.”
It seemed like an answer to a different question, but Su Mo felt extremely pleased regardless.
She tip-toed, patted Jianxiong on the arm, and smiled, “You just rest up.
I won’t hold back against her anymore.”
She wasn’t made of clay to be molded and slapped in the face time after time while still being magnanimous.
“Let’s go.”
“Mhm.”
Jianxiong watched them leave, figuring if everyone knew the score, there was no point in him worrying unnecessarily.
Su Mo didn’t choose to return to Zhao Xiwen’s place but followed Lu Chen into his room instead.
She took the Tang Blade that was thrown in the corner of the lower bunk, climbed up to the upper bunk, and spread out a sleeping bag she took from her System Bag.
“I’ll sleep here tonight.”
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“As you wish.”
Su Mo immediately lay down on the bed, and despite the night’s harrowing events having come to an end, she could no longer fall asleep.
Dawn was breaking, the room gradually brightening.
She summoned the panel, and the pitch-black Flat Pot and the adorable pink teapot set shimmered with light.
She stared at the virtual screen, slightly spellbound.
“Lu Chen, are you asleep?”
“Mhm.”
Su Mo pouted.
He could still answer her while sleeping.
Lying flat on her back and looking at the ceiling, she pondered for a moment and then said, “Actually, what I have isn’t a superpower.”
“Hmm?” The man’s tightly closed eyes opened slightly, his gaze locking onto the ceiling above, from which a few strands of the girl’s hair were dangling through the cracks.
Su Mo turned over, her head popping out and she looked down at his handsome face for a moment before continuing, “It’s a ‘system’.”
As for those particularly cheesy words ‘God Chef,’ she just couldn’t bring herself to utter them.
“What do you mean?” Lu Chen sat up, crossing his legs and leaning back against the wall.
Su Mo sat up on the bunk, climbed down, and crawled into the lower bunk.
Under his gaze, she called up the panel and took out both the Flat Pot and the Red Ore Carved Dragon Pattern Tea Set.
In the faint early morning light.
What appeared before Lu Chen was not only the frequently seen Flat Pot but also a set of pinkish-red tea ware of various odd shapes and materials that looked extraordinary.
Gently stroking the teapot, Su Mo spoke softly, “The jasmine you helped me pick last time, when brewed with this pot, can become something like an energy-boosting liquid.
But I’m not skilled enough in tea-making to brew it right away.”
Her words stirred up a tempest in the man’s heart.
Having witnessed the power of the Flat Pot, he naturally had no doubts about the authenticity of the tea set.
Lu Chen suddenly remembered the last time they cooked steak, “Like it tasted so bad that there was no bonus?”
“…”
Did he have to be so blunt?
Su Mo pursed her lips and gave him an unhappy glare, “Yes, that’s it.”
She also felt somewhat relieved that because it was so unpalatable, she hadn’t revealed too much.
Otherwise, she would have had to figure out what to do with Zhao Xiwen.
“This is all my secret.
You’ve got to protect me,” Su Mo shamelessly moved closer to him, smiling ingratiatingly.
The hand resting on Lu Chen’s knee tightened unconsciously.
Why was he increasingly falling for this sort of thing?
“Get lost and go to sleep.”
Another flick on her forehead sent Su Mo retreating in pain.
She put her things away, climbed down from the bed, glared at him, and returned to the upper bunk.
Lu Chen sat on the bed without moving, his eyes deep in thought until daylight broke.
Su Mo, who had only fallen asleep a short while ago, was woken up by the rustling sounds coming from below.
Her eyes opened to a slit, still groggy with sleep, she mumbled, “What are you doing?”
“Getting up,” the man dressed himself and conjured a few ice cubes into a basin.
“Ah, why so early?” She sat up with messy hair, still sporting some darkness under her eyes.
“Weren’t you going to help me?”
