Every Meal - Chapter 32: Not Good Enough for You

Translator: Deyonna

Kong Qiao was truly a big foodie.

His heart was very restless, not caring whether his body could bear it or not, and went to tease the man. When the big strawberry under the man's apron was finally exposed, he got tired after licking it a few times, covered his butt and ran away.

When Tu Liang caught up to the bed, he couldn't bear to let Kong Qiao suffer, so he could only use the little peacock's hand to vent.

By the time the two of them decided to have breakfast, the congee in the pot had almost gone cold.

As an exquisite little fairy, he naturally won't eat in bed. Kong Qiao originally struggled to get out of bed, but before his toes could touch the floor, he was picked up by the man.

"Ya!"

He let out a soft cry, but quickly wrapped his arms around the man's neck.

"Don't be afraid. I'll carry you over."

Tu Liang's hand was very stable. He held the person's small butt with one hand and used his free hand to adjust Kong Qiao's nightgown——the one he had picked up from the bedside, similar to the one he had seen last time, but in a more pinkish peach color.

"Go to the sofa?" He lowered his head to ask for Kong Qiao's opinion. "The chairs at the dining table are too hard."

"...... En." Kong Qiao softly responded and buried his face in the man's chest.

Ah-woo!

Princess carry! The princess carry he had been dreaming of!

Hehehe!

Kong Qiao giggled as he buried his face in Tu Liang's chest. From now on, he was also someone who could be carried by a man! It was simply... too beautiful!

Kong Qiao felt very happy in his heart, and Tu Liang, who was holding him, also felt very happy in his heart.

After the little peacock woke up, Tu Liang felt overwhelmed by his favor. So he started to have an extravagant hope that maybe not only last night but also in the future, they could... have further development?

This idea rolled around Tu Liang's throat twice, but he still didn't dare to ask.

He carried Kong Qiao to sit on the sofa, and then Tu Liang went to the kitchen to scoop a bowl of lean meat and millet congee from the pot and brought it to the small table.

"This... is too much!"

Tu Liang took the biggest bowl from the cupboard, which was two sizes bigger than Kong Qiao's face, and was only used occasionally for soups. Kong Qiao was a little speechless when he saw it, but when he heard what the man said next, he didn't mind anymore.

Because Tu Liang said, "It's okay. If you can't finish it, just leave it and I'll drink it."

So Kong Qiao rubbed his feet on the sofa and said in a mumble, "Then you bring it over."

Tu Liang did not move, but sat down next to Kong Qiao with the bowl in his hand. "Are your hands sore? Can you move it?"

After holding on for so long last night and just now exerting so much strength, Tu Liang was worried that the delicate and pampered boy would get tired and angry with him. He carefully looked at Kong Qiao.

Kong Qiao looked at the man half-jokingly and said, "If I can't hold it, are you going to feed me?"

This man, does he really think of him as a fragile doll? Can't even hold a bowl. Who is he looking down on!?

Unexpectedly, the spoon was really sent to his mouth.

Kong Qiao was a little stunned, especially when he looked into the man's eyes, which were filled with affection for him. For a moment, all of his joking words got stuck in his throat.

Then he could only stupidly open his mouth and swallow the lukewarm congee into his stomach.

Spoonful after spoonful.

When Kong Qiao couldn't eat anymore, he waved his hand and pushed the bowl in front of the man.

Tu Liang didn't mind at all. He looked at the remaining half bowl of congee, tilted his head back, and gulped it down into his mouth.

Kong Qiao looked at his well-defined jawline and Adam's apple, and the dancing little man in his heart who had been dancing since last night couldn't help it anymore. He pointed his toes and poked Tu Liang's strong leg.

"Hey... what are we?"

He picked up the pillow behind his waist and hugged it, then rested his chin on the soft sponge and looked up at the man, asking what they were.

Tu Liang's arm holding the bowl was suspended in the air for a moment.

Gulp. He heard himself swallow a mouthful of air.

"You……"

Tu Liang opened his mouth. His eyes fixed on the bottom of the bowl. "Whatever you... think it is, is what it is."

Kong Qiao raised his eyebrow.

He was not very satisfied with this answer.

"Oh? Then what we are..." He curled his toes against the man's thigh and deliberately asked, "I want you to be my fuck buddy, is that okay?"

"......" Tu Liang squeezed the porcelain bowl in his hand and remained silent for a long time before answering.

"En."

"Get lost!" Kong Qiao was really unhappy this time. He fumingly kicked the man in the groin. "So you think I'm such a casual[1] person?! Anyone can fuck me?!"

[1] Loose/ Easy

He gritted his teeth and his usually smiling mouth and eyebrows drooped down and he glared at Tu Liang fiercely.

"Fine, then why did you stay to cook for me?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier Kong Qiao became. He got up and tried to kick Tu Liang out of the house. However, he suddenly felt a pang of pain in his buttocks and had to sit back down with a grimace. But his fingers pointed towards the door. "Get out of here, go back to your market!"

Hateful!

Tu Liang was now in a panic.

He quickly threw away the bowl and grabbed Kong Qiao's fingers with his big hand, holding his whole hand in his palm. He explained, "I-I didn't mean that!"

"I know you're not a casual person! You're such a beautiful and outstanding person, it's, it's just that I'm not good enough for you..."

This butcher's strength was very strong. When he grabbed him, Kong Qiao couldn't pull his hand away, so he had to continue using his foot to kick the man. "You're not good enough for me? In what place are you not good enough for me?"

His temper was half-real and half-fake, and he was pleased to see the man's panicked expression. He didn't force him to leave, but still maintained his expression, even letting out a proud hum in his heart.

Little guy[2], I won't let you get away like you did last night!

[2] Xiaoyang er - An affectionate term used between couples

Tu Liang moved his lips, his thoughts churning in his stomach. The fingers in his hand were soft and delicate, like feathers fluttering in his palm, or like floating clouds that could drift away at any moment.

At this moment, Tu Liang had no other thoughts. He just wanted to hold on to it tightly and not let him run away.

So he ruthlessly made up his mind to lay out everything about his birth, experiences, and work that he found difficult to face in front of Kong Qiao so that the little peacock could see what kind of person he really was.

He gave himself a chance to indulge in his fantasies.

However, his beloved little peacock didn't even give him a chance to speak.

The fingers in his palm stopped moving, but the toes on the sofa started to get restless. Tu Liang felt the five delicate and pretty toes step on his leg first, and then the other foot followed closely, directly resting on his crotch and tapping it. "Is it here that you're not good enough…"

The small and exquisite toes continued to move upwards, resting on his abdominal and pectoral muscles, and asked, "Or is it here that you're not good enough?"

All the words that Tu Liang prepared were suddenly stuck in his throat.

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