The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 49.2

Tushan Bai was so angry she couldn’t speak properly. She pointed at Cang Lan and cursed uncharacteristically, “Out! Out! Take your stinky chickens, stinky ducks, and these two stinky geese away!”

As soon as she finished, Cang Lan saw Yu Xuanji coming out of the bedroom. She immediately jumped in front of her with a victimized expression. “Madam, the stinky fox is cursing me! She’s telling me to get out!”

Tushan Bai was now truly suffering in silence. She snatched the bamboo stick from Cang Lan’s hand, rushed into the barrier, and drove all the poultry out. Before leaving, she gave Cang Lan a glare.

Yu Xuanji had also been woken up by the chaotic noise of the poultry. When she got to the door, she didn’t know what had happened until she saw Shen Xiu coming out from the bedroom next door.

Seeing the flock of poultry and the fuming Tushan Bai, Shen Xiu asked in confusion, “Tu Shan, what happened? Why are you so angry?”

Tushan Bai threw the bamboo stick to Cang Lan, walked to Shen Xiu with a face full of grievance, and said, “XiuXiu, look. The evil dragon and her subordinate brought a bunch of chickens, ducks, and geese, insisting they’re gifts for us. The yard is a mess, and these guys are laying eggs everywhere!”

Shen Xiu and Yu Xuanji looked at each other and smiled. Shen Xiu said, “It’s fine. We’ll build a coop later and put them all inside. Then we can have eggs every day.”

The Iron-Eating Beast (Panda) nodded, holding down a particularly stout goose. At the moment it was about to honk, he quickly pinched its beak to prevent the ear-splitting noise.

Hearing this, Tushan Bai cheered up. “Since XiuXiu says so, we’ll keep them. I’ll go build a coop; you stay in the house and rest.”

This gentle Tushan Bai was a completely different person from the raging fox just a moment ago.

Cang Lan looked at the “useless” fox strangely, then turned to Yu Xuanji and said, “Madam, I brought these. You told me yesterday to repay kindness. I figured gold is useless in the Desolate Wilderness, so I brought something practical—I sent some of the chickens Huang Liu raised.”

Huang Liu, hearing his name, stood up straight. He had been staring at a hen and drooling, but now said, “The King is right. These are all ‘sponsored’ by me. Every one of them is fat and great at laying eggs. I wouldn’t even trade them for gold coins!”

Cang Lan turned and looked at Tushan Bai provocatively, smiling. “See? Look how well this King treats you.”

Tushan Bai curled her lips in a fake smile and said through gritted teeth, “Then I really must thank you.”

Cang Lan smiled. “In that case, slaughter a few chickens. We’ll have a whole-chicken feast at your house tonight.”

“What whole-chicken feast!” An Zhi, who was standing at the door, rushed in while holding Ting Lan’s hand. Staring at the yard full of monsters, she asked, “Is there fried chicken, roasted chicken, or Saliva Chicken?”

The smile on Tushan Bai’s face shattered instantly. She looked at the crowd of people pouring in with disbelief. “Do you think my house is a daycare center?”

Cang Lan grabbed a chicken and said, “How could that be? We’re all here to help. You have good stuff here; what’s wrong with sharing?”

Tushan Bai laughed in anger. “But you can’t—”

Suddenly, Cang Lan threw something into her arms. Just as Tushan Bai was about to see what kind of trash it was, her eyes widened. “This… this… this is the Bai Ze Brush! The legendary lost treasure of the world, the Bai Ze Brush!”

Yu Xuanji smiled and said, “Tu Shan, A-Lan and I are giving this brush to you. Since you work hard writing stories every day, an author should have a good brush so the writing will get better and better.”

Tushan Bai held the Bai Ze Brush, unable to stop smiling. “This… how can I accept this?”

With that, Tushan Bai tucked the brush into her sleeve and smiled at everyone. Even the noisy, egg-dropping poultry looked pleasant now. She said hospitably, “Guests are welcome! Come in, my fox cave is large enough for everyone.”

Huang Liu was about to enter with the two large geese when Tushan Bai blocked him with her fox tail. “Not them. They poop everywhere; they stay outside.”

Before even eating breakfast, Tushan Bai went out to find some large stones. She and Cang Lan hauled them back and built three coops, herding the chickens, ducks, and geese inside.

Tushan Bai had never raised these things and didn’t know how.

Cang Lan dragged Huang Liu over and said, “This is the King’s expert chicken raiser. With Huang Liu here, I guarantee you’ll have fat chickens every day.”

Tushan Bai sneered. “Why is this evil dragon so kind today, even helping me build coops? You’re usually never this helpful. There must be a hidden motive.”

Cang Lan was unhappy now. “What do you mean? This King is kindly helping you, yet you think I’m plotting something. If you keep slandering me, I’m quitting! Give me back the Bai Ze Brush!”

Hearing this, Tushan Bai hid her sleeves tightly. “No! Once given, it’s mine. How can you take it back? What kind of Demon King are you? So dishonest.”

Cang Lan said, “This King usually never keeps promises, but my Madam wanted to give you that brush. My heart is one with Madam’s; I was just joking. You’re such a miser, how shameful.”

With that, Cang Lan grabbed a goose by the neck and weighed it. She found the heaviest one and said with a smile, “This is the one. Madam just said she wanted ‘Iron Pot Stewed Goose.’ Today you’ll be the feast.”

Cang Lan frowned at the fat goose. “With so many people, one isn’t enough.” She reached out again, randomly selecting a “lucky ingredient.”

With a goose under each arm, she happily walked toward the fox cave.

Watching Cang Lan, Tushan Bai muttered a curse while repairing the coop: “I hope they chase you until you lose your teeth!”

It was a prophetic curse. Cang Lan went to the stream outside to give the geese a bath, but as soon as she let go, one of them pecked her.

Cang Lan shrieked and jumped.

The two geese spread their wings, opened their mouths, and honked aggressively, launching a fierce pursuit.

This was the first time Cang Lan had faced such a situation. Forgetting she was a dragon, she sprinted back home, shouting, “Help!”

Lu Xuan, watching the spectacle, finally felt the corner of his usually motionless lips twitch upward. He turned his head and pretended he hadn’t seen a thing.

In the kitchen, Yu Xuanji was helping make fried chicken. An Zhi and Ting Lan watched from the side, unable to help but say, “Master, we haven’t had fried chicken in so long. We miss it.”

Ting Lan said, “I heard fried chicken goes better with beer, but there doesn’t seem to be any here.”

Yu Xuanji said, “No beer, but I remember A-Lan buried a few jars of century-old wine under the Bodhi tree outside the Dragon Pond. I’ll have her dig them up later.”

An Zhi added, “I want Coke too. I miss it so much. Now that we’re trapped in the Desolate Wilderness, nothing is possible. I want cake, ice cream, stinky tofu, and river snail rice noodles! I also want—”

Ting Lan cut her off. “Enough, enough. You’re making me want them too.”

Huang Liu, who was stoking the fire, started drooling at their conversation. “Are the things you’re talking about delicious?”

An Zhi replied, “Yes, all the good food from the outside.”

Huang Liu wiped his mouth. “Is it really that good? I’ve never had it.”

Ting Lan smiled. “They really are. I wonder if the Desolate Wilderness has the ingredients to make them. If only there was a space portal, we could go out and eat.”

Huang Liu sighed. “I’ve been in the Desolate Wilderness for nearly a thousand years. Chicken is what I eat most. I thought chicken was the most delicious thing in the world, but I didn’t expect there to be better things. Just thinking about it makes me drool.”

Yu Xuanji listened to them chatting about food and said with a smile, “I know how to cook quite a few dishes. If you like them, I’ll make more. A-Lan will surely love them too.”

At the mention of Cang Lan, Yu Xuanji smiled. “A-Lan loves many things; she’s never a picky eater. She likes whatever I make. She’s very easy to take care of.”

As she spoke, Yu Xuanji’s lips were curved up. An Zhi and Ting Lan could clearly see their master was taking the opportunity to show off.

An Zhi’s gaze fell on Yu Xuanji’s slender, fair neck. There were several small red spots near her throat that looked like mosquito bites. She couldn’t help but say, “Master, why do you have so many red spots on your neck? Were you bitten by mosquitoes? I brought insect repellent this time; it’s very effective.”

Ting Lan looked, and her worried expression instantly turned into a helpless one. “Stop talking and just wash the vegetables.”

The corners of Yu Xuanji’s lips curved. “These aren’t mosquito bites. A-Lan bit them.”

Huang Liu asked foolishly, “So the mosquito’s name is similar to the King’s? Could it be a mosquito spirit?”

Yu Xuanji couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, a mosquito spirit.”

Ting Lan leaned into An Zhi’s ear and whispered something. In the blink of an eye, An Zhi’s ears turned red, and she stuttered, “What… what a poisonous mosquito spirit.”

The two whispered together. An Zhi cleared her throat and said softly, “Ting Lan, who do you think is the ‘Top’ and who is the ‘Bottom’ between Master and the Evil Dragon?”

Ting Lan peeks at Yu Xuanji, who was chopping vegetables, and leaned in. “Master feels too gentle; she doesn’t seem like a Top. Cang Lan is like a mischievous monkey from Mount Emei; maybe she’s the one on top.”

An Zhi frowned and continued, “What if she isn’t? Look, a doting, gentle Top and a mischievous, ‘Green Tea’ Bottom—isn’t that a delicious dynamic? I’m totally shipping it.”

Ting Lan tutted. “Keep your voice down. If Master hears you and gets angry, you’re in trouble.”

Of course, Yu Xuanji heard every word. She glanced at the two of them, the smile never leaving her face.

Suddenly, there was chaos at the yard gate. Cang Lan was flying in front, followed by two large white geese flapping their wings in pursuit, honking as they chased her. She lunged into the yard, searched for Yu Xuanji, and saw the smoke rising from the kitchen. She fled toward it.

The moment she saw Yu Xuanji, Cang Lan acted as if she had found a life raft. She jumped directly into Yu Xuanji’s arms, wrapped her arms around her neck, and shouted, “Madam, save me!”

Everyone watched the “weak and pitiful” Black Dragon King, who was being carried in a princess-style hold, acting coquettishly as she buried her face in Yu Xuanji’s neck, crying and acting spoiled: “Madam, save me, boohoohoo—”

Seeing this, Huang Liu grabbed the red-hot fire tongs and drove out the two honking, gloating geese.

Yu Xuanji held Cang Lan, who was crying because of the two geese, and coaxed her softly, “Alright, alright. Don’t cry. The geese have been driven out.”

Cang Lan buried her face in Yu Xuanji’s chest and choked out, “I’m going to eat them tonight!”

Yu Xuanji coaxed, “Okay, I’ll make Iron Pot Stewed Goose for you.”

Cang Lan sniffled and added, “I want roasted goose, BBQ goose, soy-sauce goose, fried goose, boiled goose, and sweet and sour goose!”

Yu Xuanji smiled. “Fine, fine. We’ll make them all. Is that okay?”

A group of monsters stood at the door. Huang Liu was about to report that he had driven the geese away, but was blocked by Lu Xuan’s hand. “Don’t go in yet.”

Huang Liu was stunned. “Why, Demon Lord?”

Lu Xuan crossed his arms and sneered. “There’s an evil dragon inside taking the opportunity to act spoiled and shameless.”

Seeing the usually majestic Black Dragon King, to whom even High Demons bowed, acting like a weak, pitiful ostrich in such a terrifying display of coquetry, An Zhi covered her mouth and whispered to Ting Lan, “I told you Master is the dominant Top!”