Every Meal - Chapter 1: I Dirty You

Translator: Deyonna

Kong Qiao is a hungry and thirsty little gay.

Ever since he discovered his sexuality, he has been longing for a man with a big jewel who can love him.

But there's no big jewel and also no man.

To make matters worse, he has no time, no energy, and no money.

That's right, he's only a corporate slave forced to work for capitalists into suffering.

996, 007[1], raise earlier than dogs, sleep later than cats, one moment you're holding your salary the next moment you're inside the ICU. There was no chance of depression. A lot of people just directly met on the rooftop.

[1] 996 means working from 9 am to 9 pm six days a week. 007 means full days of working 0–24 by 7 days one week

Fortunately, Kong Qiao has a particularly strong and positive heart.

He always firmly believes that after a few more years of hard work, he will be able to get promoted to a supervisor with a salary increase and be a partner of Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

So every morning when he wakes up, he cheers himself up first. Then rummaged through his closet, chose the most suitable outfit for today's mood and weather, and went straight to his office full of energy.

Kong Qiao also had a secret expectation in his heart.

He always fantasizes that if he dresses up beautifully every day like this, maybe one day on the road he will meet a gong[2] with a big jewel and they will have a beautiful chance encounter and talk about love!

[2] Top/seme/gong

That's what it always says in the novel!

Love at first sight, love at second sight, hit home base three times, four limbs tied…

Sigh.

It's a pity that this expectation has never been realized, and it only stays in his fantasy.

Maybe it's because... the house he's renting is too close to the company?

Kong Qiao couldn't help thinking.

After all, the straight-line distance was five minutes away, and only one street away. Before his suit pants were fluffed up, he had already arrived at the elevator of the company.

Kong Qiao sighed.

Deeply mourning his emptiness.

It was another early morning, so he went to M's to buy breakfast, and walked to the company with a paper bag. At this moment, a car turned in the direction he was walking. Kong Qiao hurriedly dodged and stood beside a shop on the street to make way.

The car was parked at the railing at the entrance of the building to pick up the parking card. Kong Qiao looked at his reflection in the shop's glass window with self-pity.

And readjusted the little bow tie around his neck.

En, today he's also very good!

He looked delicate and pretty, and although his demeanor was a little unmanly, he didn't look abrupt, and he had a lovely vigor.

After he finished fixing the bow tie, Kong Qiao continued to walk forward.

He didn't notice that in the shop behind him, a man was staring at him all the time, watching him walk in the distance under the rising sun.

Kong Qiao gets off to work at an undetermined time.

When the tasks are rushed, he may work overtime until 11 or 12 o'clock. Occasionally, when it isn't so busy, he can sneak a moment of leisure and go home to cook.

In a first-tier city, Kong Qiao's salary is not low. But he lives alone, pays particular attention to the quality of life, and likes to take care of himself, so the money in his hand is basically moonlight.[3]

[3] This is a reference from the Moonlight Clan or moonlights (月光族) which refers to a group of people who spend all the money they earn every month before the beginning of the next month. At the same time, it is also used to describe a class of people who do not make much money and whose monthly income can only maintain basic monthly expenses.

Therefore, he basically just does the cooking when he has time, and if he can save some money, he can buy a few more pairs of good-looking underwear and coats.

Last year, the general environment was not good, and many shops on the street closed down. But there are always unbelievers willing to take over, so after the Chinese New Year this year, the closed stores have changed to new owners.

Kong Qiao remembered that there was also a fruit seller that offered a membership card, but now it has been replaced by a milk tea shop. There's also a rice noodle shop that has been renovated for quite a long time and now it turned into a convenience store.

In addition, on the corner of the street, the former beauty shop has turned into a small community vegetable market and has started a fresh food stall business.

"Do you have ribs?"

Kong Qiao passed by the small vegetable market after work today, took a look at it, and felt that it was very clean and hygienic, so he walked in and asked the cashier.

"We have! If you go inside, we can cut it for you."

The cashier saw that business was coming, so he hurriedly attracted the customer, and even shouted at the colleague inside, "Help the customer pick ribs!"

"Ai."

A hoarse voice came from behind.

The transparent door curtain that blocked the wind was pushed aside by a thick hand, and a tall figure in a leather apron stepped out from the meat-chopping room.

It was the butcher.

He looks very tall and strong, like a mountain.

"What do you want to buy?"

The butcher looked at Kong Qiao twice before asking in a muffled voice.

Kong Qiao is a delicate boy who eats too little.

He raised two fingers, hovered it through several ribs, and finally chose the one that looked the smallest.

"…that's all bones."

The butcher didn't pick it up, and grabbed another piece with his broad palm and handed it to him. "This piece has a lot of meat."

As a delicate boy, how can he take the fishy smell?

Kong Qiao stealthily moved back two steps and shook his head at the butcher. "Thank you, no need."

"I just want the one just now."

He was soft-spoken and very polite, and with his red lips and white teeth, looking at him made the butcher breathe heavily.

He saw the butcher exert some force on the ribs he was holding, that he squeezed out the blood in the meat and it dripped down.

The butcher noticed that Kong Qiao was staring at his hand with a slightly frightened expression, so he promptly loosened his hand and put the ribs back on the shelf.

He even patted the meat deliberately, like it was the butcher's last mercy.

Kong Qiao swallowed hard when he saw it.

So...so fierce.

"Do you want it to be cut into pieces? Do you want it, large or small?"

The butcher turned around and walked into the meat-chopping room with the short ribs that Kong Qiao was pointing at, asking the customer through the transparent glass window.

"Small."

Kong Qiao couldn't help but sweep his eyes on the butcher's body, and said without much thought, "I bought it to braise."

As a single gay and a thirsty little 0, Kong Qiao's eyes are always attracted to men's bodies.

Especially tall, strong, and muscular ones.

With just a few glances, he could immediately imagine the appearance of his big powerful gong doing him.

There will definitely be a lot of sweat dripping from his sturdy body, across his bronzed chest, dripping on him.

There will be heavy gasps around him, his mouth will be sucked swollen, his legs will be spread open by the man's hand, and then a big jewel will penetrate him fiercely, sending him into the seventh heaven.

Just thinking about it made Kong Qiao's legs go soft.

"Boom—"

"Bang—"

Suddenly, heavy noises startled Kong Qiao, bringing him back from his reverie.

His eyes fell on the movement of the butcher swinging his knife, and he watched in amazement as the man waved his arms a few times, separating the sections of ribs into many small pieces.

It looked very effortless.

What thick arms... what bulging muscles.

Kong Qiao's eyes couldn't help but follow the butcher's arms, sighing in his heart.

Although it is still spring, the weather in this city is already approaching summer. The butcher was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. Although it was covered by an apron, there were still a lot of blood and stains on the edges of the clothes. It looked rough and savage.

His exposed two arms covered with bulging muscles were dark and thick, as if he had been working under the scorching sun all year round, and when he bends his wrist, one's vision will be filled with tendons.

Kong Qiao's eyes were somewhat fixed on it.

It wasn't until the hand had loaded the ribs on the bag and handed it to him through the small window that he realized that he had reached out to take it.

"Thank you."

His movements were a little flustered when trying to grab the bag, and he accidentally grabbed two of the butcher's fingers instead.

Fortunately, those fingers were very slippery with lard and his hand quickly slipped away from the two fingers. Kong Qiao immediately clutched the bag to get his meat.

He secretly regretted that he was too hungry and thirsty.

Surprisingly, just watching the butcher rouse his thirst.

Kong Qiao looked down at the greasy bloodstains on his hands and wiped them on the bag. He was about to go to the counter to pay.

"Wait."

But the butcher stopped him.

"En?"

He turned his head and saw the butcher come out of the slaughterhouse and handed him a sheet of tissue paper.

"You wipe it off."

Kong Qiao thought that someone had discovered his impolite little action, so he was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay." He waved his hand.

"You wipe it off."

Seeing that he didn't pick it up, the butcher took the initiative to stuff the tissue into his palm, "I dirty[4] you just now. I'm sorry."

[4]弄脏/nòng zāng. To make something dirty could also mean defile, taint, or pollute.

Dirty... me?

The man's voice was low and hoarse. It sounded like sandpaper rubbing against his ears, so itchy.

Kong Qiao felt that he was hopeless, and even hearing such serious words from someone made him think so far.

He didn't dare to look at the butcher anymore, he just grabbed the tissue in a hurry and went to pay the bill.

Behind him, the butcher who stopped talking looked down at his palm.

The two fingers that were touched just now were curled together as if pinching an invisible treasure.

Then, as if recalling the feeling just now, those fingers kept rubbing slowly and softly, with a vague longing.

Translator's Corner: Picked up a new project. This will be a sweet brainless cookie with meat. If this is your cup of tea, read on! This will be updated once a week, and if you want an extra chapter you can head on to my kofi page (here) and drop a penny on my tip jar and get an extra chapter.

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