Chapter 16: The Sour Taste of Jealousy
“Me seduce her? Is she even worth seducing?”
Xiao Zhan almost wanted to pee on the spot just to show Luo Luo how ugly she was.
He was an eighth-rank beastman—he could seduce anyone, yet here he was, supposedly seducing a hideous zero-rank little cat.
Xiao Zhan picked up the discarded animal hide from the ground and draped it over himself.
The sky was already bright. Luo Luo’s stomach growled loudly from hunger.
Chi Yao stood up and said, “Mistress, I’ll go find something to eat.”
“Don’t go.” Luo Luo fetched her large bundle and took out the red Bohemian dress she had received as a system reward.
“What’s this? So soft?” Chi Yao asked curiously.
“This… is for bandaging wounds.” Luo Luo wrapped Chi Yao’s head with the dress like a Mongolian yurt.
She walked to the river to wash her face. Her acne had subsided somewhat, and she had lost a bit of weight.
Satisfied with her appearance, Luo Luo picked some mushrooms and plucked a handful of cilantro.
Food was scarce in the beast world, but vegetables were abundant. The wild greens here grew large and tender.
With plenty of dry firewood, she set up a pot on the spot and began boiling water.
Knowing she was about to cook something delicious, A Jin instinctively gathered around, and A Cang looked on eagerly.
Luo Luo said generously, “Today we’re having meatball soup. Once it’s ready, everyone eat together.”
She wasn’t some stingy beastman—she had meat, salt, and a broad heart.
Picking up a stone, she smashed the raw meat into a pulp and then shaped it into small balls, dropping them into the boiling water.
Finally, she chopped the mushrooms and cilantro and added them to the pot.
Zi Ye pinched his nose, disgusted. “Why are you putting that stinky grass in it?”
Typical princess behavior—completely clueless about what’s edible and what’s not.
A perfectly good pot of meat, ruined. What a shame.
Luo Luo patiently explained, “This is called cilantro, not stinky grass. It may smell weird, but it tastes great in soup.”
By the time she finished speaking, the soup was ready. Without bowls, the group used sticks as chopsticks and ate directly from the pot.
A Jin picked up a meatball, chewed, and tasted the juice inside. “Delicious! So delicious! I want more!”
Seeing her little ones’ eyes shine with delight, Luo Luo felt satisfied. Her modest cooking skills had been recognized.
The joy of cooking—it was right here.
Yesterday, Zi Ye had acted restrained, like a proper young lady. Today, he came over willingly to eat, even showing a rare expression of satisfaction.
Chi Yao enjoyed it the most, and Luo Luo personally served him. “Eat more—you haven’t fully recovered yet.”
Being cared for like this for the first time, Chi Yao’s heart quietly bloomed with happiness.
Luo Luo was also happy, watching her two little ones eat seriously. It was comforting.
Yesterday they had threatened to kill her at any moment; today, they willingly ate her cooking.
She wasn’t greedy—winning over beastmen had to be done step by step.
She had roughly figured it out: Zi Ye obeyed her, listened to her instructions, and she helped him advance.
The sounds of Zi Ye and the little ones munching were like real-life mice.
Luo Luo couldn’t help laughing. Zi Ye glared. “What are you laughing at?”
“You’re a mouse, and I’m a cat. Cats and mice are natural enemies, yet you’re my beast husband. I really don’t get why your mouse clan sent you to marry me.”
Zi Ye retorted, “Then why did you choose to keep me back then?”
Did she expect him to want to be a cat’s husband? He didn’t—he never wanted that. In the beginning, seeing Luo Luo made him afraid.
Not the fear of a weakling seeing a strong opponent, but a deep, inexplicable fear from the bone marrow.
Even so, he had to serve her, have children with her, and endure her torment for five years.
Luo Luo said seriously, “Naturally, it’s because you’re handsome. I… value appearance.”
“I think you just can’t resist any male you see.” Zi Ye jabbed at her chest. He didn’t understand “appearance association” nonsense.
“Out of twelve beast husbands back then, you were the only one who didn’t get neglected.”
Luo Luo tilted her head in confusion. How did she hear a hint of jealousy in his words?
“Well… what if I said that person back then wasn’t me? Would you believe it?”
Zi Ye was almost laughing in anger. “I believe you… you’re quite the actor.”
Daring to act but not take responsibility—a true scoundrel!
Luo Luo felt disappointed. That cruel female wasn’t her at all. She would never do such vicious things; she was a kind-hearted girl who helped elderly ladies cross the street.
The group ate together around the small pot, paying no mind to anyone else.
Xiao Zhan felt redundant and turned to leave, but suddenly a piece of meat flew through the air.
He instinctively bit it, cheeks puffed, and watched his surroundings warily.
Chi Yao teased, “Don’t starve yourself. Once I recover, we’ll continue our fight.”
Xiao Zhan scoffed, “You want to fight me?”
Who broke your horns? Have you already forgotten?
He intended to spit the meat out—he didn’t want to eat anything made by the evil female.
But… this meat was just too good, with a hint of salt.
Salt was precious, rare on the barbaric island.
Thinking for a moment, he swallowed the meatball.
That way, it didn’t count as eating anything from the evil female—yes, he swallowed it.
“Take this, you stinky tiger!”
Having eaten his fill, Chi Yao tossed meatballs at Xiao Zhan, who opened his mouth and caught them one by one, swallowing each.
After eating, Luo Luo got busy again.
She took out the system reward mold—it was shaped like horns.
She found a patch of sand by the river and got to work.
Using a bone knife, she carved the mold’s shape and buried it completely in the sand, leaving only a thumb-sized hole.
Molten iron was poured through the hole.
Zi Ye and the two little ones stood on a tree, watching, while Xiao Zhan lingered at a distance.
Only Chi Yao busily helped Luo Luo with the work.
After more than an hour of effort, Luo Luo dug out the scorching sand, pried open the mold, and a perfect pair of horns appeared.
She rinsed them in the river and called Chi Yao over. “Come, try them on.”
Removing the “Mongolian yurt” from his head, Chi Yao’s wounds had healed rapidly, with scabs forming in some places.
She placed the Xuan iron horns on him—they fit perfectly.
Chi Yao, curious, exclaimed, “Mistress, you’re amazing! You can do everything.”
Wearing the new horns, he proudly showed off to Zi Ye and Xiao Zhan. “Look! Mistress made these for me herself. Do you have any?”
Zi Ye and Xiao Zhan both looked dumbfounded—they didn’t have horns.
Chi Yao ran around excitedly in the forest but accidentally bumped into a tree.
Crack.
Luo Luo shouted, “Oh no!”
A large tree fell suddenly without warning. She leapt aside.
Chi Yao waved his arms excitedly. “These horns are amazing! The tree… it fell!”
His horns had knocked down the tree!
In Luo Luo’s mind, the system’s triumphant voice echoed:
“Host, the things I gave you are powerful, right? I’ve given you top-tier high-tech materials. Don’t secretly scold me later.
Tip: Chi Yao’s favorability increased to 95. Reward: one bag of flour.”
Chi Yao smashed a few more trees with his head, each falling instantly. Zi Ye and Xiao Zhan were stunned.
With these horns, Chi Yao’s combat power had skyrocketed.
Luo Luo… was she really not a witch?
System: “To quickly win over Chi Yao and raise his favorability to 100, it is recommended that the host mate with him now.
Tip: The more you mate, the faster his wounds will heal.”
Luo Luo’s mind froze. “What? Mate? Now?”
