Chapter 58: Never Underestimate a Woman's Wrath

Upon hearing this, Yeling slightly raised his eyebrows, casting her a half-smile, half-smirk glance. “Why give it to him to eat? Didn’t he already eat last night? These are naturally all mine.”

With that, he carried two bowls of venison to the stone table and sat down, immediately digging in without any intention of sharing.

Su Xiyue’s mouth twitched as she was utterly speechless inside.

That scoundrel actually wanted to hog all the food?

“No way. One bowl is yours, the other is for Mo Lin. He hunted that reindeer yesterday—how could you let him miss out?”

She spoke while moving forward to grab the bowls.

Yeling effortlessly pulled her aside, and when he felt the weight in his hand, he was momentarily stunned.

Why did this “fat woman” suddenly feel so much lighter?

He scrutinized her closely and realized she had lost weight again—not only had her arms and legs slimmed down, but even her neck had become visible.

Her previously round face had shrunk a bit, making her eyes appear larger than yesterday.

Frowning deeply, he recalled how just last night by the river she still looked quite plump. How could she have lost so much weight overnight?

Not only had she slimmed down, but her complexion had also brightened considerably.

Yet, she undeniably looked more attractive—finally resembling a normal female form.

Yeling was surprised, though his expression remained unreadable. He sneered, “It’s just a reindeer. Next time I’ll hunt a fierce beast for you.”

Leaving the remark hanging, he ignored her and resumed eating the venison with chopsticks, savoring every bite with such relish that he barely lifted his head.

He had seen Bai Qi use chopsticks yesterday—not entirely accustomed but capable enough to pick up the meat.

The venison was tender and flavorful, filling his mouth with rich aroma—so delicious he wished he could swallow his tongue.

This woman’s cooking skills were quite impressive. No wonder Mo Lin and the others lowered themselves to work for her just for a taste.

If she could cook such delicious food daily, working for her wouldn’t be so bad.

Pulled aside like a chick, Su Xiyue felt a surge of frustration.

So what if he was strong? That didn’t give him the right to treat her like this.

But then, her expression shifted oddly.

Though she had lost a lot of weight, she still weighed around 210 jin—and yet he lifted her with such ease.

It was clear Yeling’s strength was extraordinary.

She glared at him fiercely but didn’t try to snatch the food again, instead deciding to inform Mo Lin that his meal had been taken.

Just as she stepped out of Yeling’s cave, she collided with Mo Lin.

“Ouch, my nose…”

She clutched her nose, tears stinging her eyes from the pain.

Looking up, she met Mo Lin’s stern face and snapped, “Do you have to walk so silently? You almost crushed my nose…”

His broad chest was as hard as stone—truly painful.

Mo Lin, drawn by the scent, hadn’t expected to run into her here. Seeing her tearful and clutching her nose, he felt a twinge of guilt.

But the words he spoke were blunt and teasing: “Your nose was flat to begin with; a little flatter won’t matter.”

He was puzzled, though—this female seemed thinner and paler again.

Hearing this, she nearly choked.

Does this scoundrel not know how to speak kindly?

Sure, her nose was flat, but that was no reason to be so cruel.

If it got any flatter, what would she look like?

Rubbing her nose, she shot him a glare but didn’t bother arguing. Instead, she said, “Yeling snatched your venison. Go get it back from him.”

She absolutely wouldn’t admit it was because she wanted to see them fight.

Both Yeling and Mo Lin were at the peak of the fifth tier, nearly sixth—she was genuinely curious who was stronger.

It would also be satisfying to see them settle scores.

Never underestimate a woman, especially a petty one.

Mo Lin looked momentarily dazed, as if not quite registering what she said.

Why would Yeling steal his venison?

He could easily hunt another; why bother stealing?

Then, an odd expression crossed his face as he looked at her, “You gave him your venison?”

Besides that, he couldn’t fathom why Yeling would snatch his food.

Su Xiyue nodded, “Yes, I stewed venison and brought two bowls—one for each of you. But shameless Yeling took yours.”

Yeling, happily eating nearby, was speechless.

That fat woman had the nerve to complain right in front of him—her audacity was growing.

He glanced at Mo Lin with a teasing look: “The taste is really good. No wonder you work for her just for a bite.”

Mo Lin frowned, displeased, shooting Yeling a cold look. “If you like it so much, then have it all.”

With that, he turned and left, showing no intention of fighting over the food.

One bowl was already empty; the other had been touched—surely tainted with Yeling’s saliva—and he felt a strong aversion.

Though undoubtedly delicious.

Watching Mo Lin’s cold back, Su Xiyue was stunned.

Just like that… he left?

No fight over the venison?

She had imagined an intense brawl, but instead he simply walked away.

Her disappointment was palpable.

She turned back, glaring fiercely at Yeling, blaming him entirely.

Feeling her gaze, Yeling looked up and met her fierce glare, eyebrow raised.

Why was this fat woman glaring at him like that?

He curled his lips in a half-smile, half-smirk and said, “Your cooking isn’t bad. From now on, you’re responsible for my meals. Of course, I’ll provide the game.”

Su Xiyue’s mouth twitched sharply; the scoundrel’s schemes were loud and clear.

He wanted her to cook for him every day—what a dreamer.

Rolling her eyes, she snapped, “If you want to eat my cooking, either work for me or trade something. No freeloading.”

Yeling’s gaze darkened as he stared at her, then suddenly smiled. “Don’t forget, you’re my partner. Cooking for me is your duty.”

She nearly laughed in anger. “Partner? Now you remember I’m your partner? You’ve been so disgusted by me it’s practically written on your face. You even moved to the mountaintop just to avoid me, convinced I’m too fat and you’d be exhausted climbing up. Yeling, Yeling, I never knew you could be so shameless.”

Yeling was momentarily speechless, looking uncomfortable.

This fat woman’s sharp tongue had become even sharper.

He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment and said stubbornly, “Before, I didn’t understand you. Besides, you were fat, ugly, and foolish…”

“But now I see you’ve changed a lot—you’ve slimmed down, brightened up, your temperament has improved, and you’ve gotten smarter.”

Though still plump, at least she was much better and not as ugly to look at.

He just chose to ignore her sharp tongue.

Su Xiyue was amused and annoyed—this scoundrel was quite a talker. Saying her temperament had improved—was that a compliment or an insult?

She rolled her eyes again, unwilling to waste breath arguing further.

Yeling’s praise was clearly a ploy to get free meals.

He wanted to treat her like a maid? No chance.

She turned and left without a second thought.

Yeling watched her departing figure with a furrowed brow.

How dare this fat woman treat him like this?

Her audacity truly knew no bounds.

He curled his lips into a cold smile, paying no mind.

Looking at the two empty wooden bowls on the stone table, he couldn’t help but marvel.

Who would have thought this fat woman could cook so well? Truly unexpected.

He stroked his chin, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

This fat woman was becoming increasingly intriguing.