The Cannon Fodder Real Young Master is a Slime?! - Chapter 9

Silence spread throughout the room. Neither the human nor the slime uttered a word.

After a few seconds, it was Shi Yunmu who broke the awkward silence, speaking with a touch of embarrassment, “Hubby, you’re not asleep yet?”

“Mm,” the man sat up, his long hair sliding down his shoulders. “What’s the matter?”

The warm light reflected on one side of his face, while the other half was submerged in shadow, appearing somewhat blurred and indistinct.

He lowered his slender eyelashes, concealing the murderous intent in his eyes.

Shi Yunmu stared at Lu Que. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Although being caught red-handed wasn’t particularly nerve-wracking, he couldn’t think of a justifiable reason for breaking into someone’s room in the middle of the night.

Should he learn from the plots of those melodramatic human novels, act delicate and frail, and say pitifully, “I’m sorry, Hubby, actually I wanted to seduce you”? Shi Yunmu subconsciously glanced down at his clothes. They looked completely devoid of any sexual appeal. Even if he unbuttoned two buttons, Lu Que would probably just think he was hot, not that he was trying to seduce him.

The youth pursed his lips, feeling a bit of a headache coming on. He sputtered and stumbled, unable to squeeze out a single sentence.

This was far too difficult for a slime. After all, when he used to hunt in the Abyss, when did he ever need to find a legitimate reason for pursuing his prey?!

Seeing that Shi Yunmu remained silent for a long time, Lu Que repeated faintly, “What’s the matter?”

After a pause, he added, “If it’s nothing, don’t stay up late. Go back and rest.”

The youth standing before his bed blinked slowly, a trace of astonishment overflowing from his dark green eyes.

Why did it feel like this human wanted to manage him?

His rebellious streak flared up. Shi Yunmu, who had originally intended to gracefully accept the excuse to leave, dug his heels in.

A stroke of genius hit him, and a new excuse welled up in his mind. The youth raised his hand, pressing his palm against his abdomen, and said with a look of grievance, “Hubby, actually I’m hungry. I wanted to find something to eat…”

Lu Que’s eyebrows arched slightly.

Looking for food in his bedroom? Did his bedroom look like it had food?

But Shi Yunmu continued speaking, “I didn’t even get to eat at the Shi family home!” He looked puffed up with anger. “They only gave me a single glass of wine, and after I drank it, they called me over to discuss business. As soon as we finished talking, someone died, so there was no time for me to eat!”

He peeked at Lu Que, his meaning explicitly clear: Hubby, make me some food.

Lu Que: “…”

The man was speechless. He thought about it carefully, and realized it really was the case.

After the nanny died, the Shi family was thrown into a state of utter chaos. Who would have had the heart to serve dishes? It truly was a situation where there was absolutely no time to eat.

Lu Que looked at Shi Yunmu, whose brow was still furrowed in grievance. Perhaps because the youth was not good at handling alcohol, his face was still flushed with a faint rosy tint, and his round eyes held a misty sheen, looking damp and dewy.

He looked somewhat pitiable.

This made Lu Que begin to suspect whether the other party’s true form was not a slime at all, but rather a fox capable of swaying people’s hearts.

After confronting each other for a few seconds, Lu Que ultimately admitted defeat.

The coldness in the man’s eyes softened by a few degrees. He asked, “What do you want to eat?”

Remembering something, his tone grew indifferent again. “Shark fin and bear paw, things like that, we don’t have.”

To his surprise, upon hearing him relent, the slime’s eyes lit up instantly: “I want to eat fried chicken!”

“…Then you can just order takeout,” Lu Que said.

Although it was unhealthy, it was the fastest way to eat fried chicken.

What answered him was the phone the youth thrust forward.

On the yellow and white interface, the shops were unanimously marked as “Closed.”

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

It was the middle of the night. Where would there be a fried chicken shop still open?

Lu Que pondered for a moment: “…Forget it, there are still chicken drumsticks at home. I’ll fry them for you.”

If the youth had animal ears, they would probably have snapped upright with a “tseng” sound by now: “Really?”

“Mm.”

In the dead of night, the lights in the kitchen on the sixth floor flared to life. Two figures stood before the counter…

Mucking about with chicken drumsticks.

Shi Yunmu curiously poked his head out to watch Lu Que’s movements. The man skillfully poked holes in the meat, seasoned it, and marinated it. Then he turned his head to say to Shi Yunmu, “Wait a moment.”

Shi Yunmu: “?”

Lu Que took off his gloves and walked away, leaving the lone slime salivating at the marinating chicken drumsticks.

He watched with eager anticipation, wishing he could just stuff them into his mouth raw.

Actually, he could stuff them in. Thus, Shi Yunmu’s willpower began to waver. He hesitated, his hand reaching toward the chicken drumsticks.

Lu Que returned. The man glanced at him: “What are you doing?”

Shi Yunmu sheepishly retracted his hand, feeling a bit guilty: “Nothing!”

Fortunately, Lu Que didn’t ask further questions. He waited a while longer, then prepared the other ingredients that would be needed.

With great difficulty, under Shi Yunmu’s burning gaze, the chicken drumsticks finally entered the air fryer. Half an hour later, they emerged piping hot from the appliance.

The aroma drilled into his nasal cavities. Shi Yunmu followed closely behind Lu Que, step for step. Watching the man arrange the fried chicken drumsticks on the dining table, he immediately sat down opposite the table and picked up his chopsticks.

He clamped a drumstick. His rationality was already on the verge of collapsing under the temptation of delicious food.

However, he hadn’t forgotten that the person opposite him was, after all, a human policeman. Shi Yunmu swallowed his saliva, the residual wariness in his heart reminding him to be careful: Is this really edible?

Very quickly, rationality proved no match for hunger. The youth carefully took a bite, and his eyes instantly widened.

The skin was crispy, the inside was tender, and the meat was exceptionally succulent and juicy!

Shi Yunmu devoured one in large mouthfuls. Before he had even finished swallowing, he gave a thumbs-up and praised indistinctly, “So fragrant! How can it be this delicious?!”

His widened eyes were incredibly bright, completely filled with affirmation for Lu Que’s culinary skills.

This was the first meal Shi Yunmu had eaten that was prepared by Lu Que, and he thoroughly experienced the deliciousness of home cooking!

Having witnessed the entire process of the monster’s face changing, Lu Que did not answer, but simply asked, “Do you want more?”

“Yes! I want another one!” Shi Yunmu happily extended his chopsticks, not forgetting to thank the chef who had gotten up in the early hours of the morning to make him fried chicken. “Thank you, Hubby!”

A smile briefly flickered across Lu Que’s eyes, but it was quickly reined in as its owner became aware of it.

Lu Que’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he only said in a low voice, “…Mm.”

Perhaps he really was starving, or perhaps he just purely loved to eat. In short, this entire plate of chicken drumsticks was completely wiped out by Shi Yunmu. Lu Que had no intention of eating either; he simply watched as the drumsticks all entered Shi Yunmu’s stomach.

Eating until his mouth was shiny with grease, Shi Yunmu still wanted more: “Hubby, can I have another portion?”

Looking at the completely empty plate, Lu Que picked it up to take it back to the kitchen, ruthlessly rejecting Shi Yunmu’s request along the way: “No.”

Shi Yunmu refused to give up: “Why?”

Glancing at him, Lu Que reminded him, “It’s already five o’clock.”

It was currently the peak of summer, and the sky was dimly lit, shimmering with a faint light, having long since transitioned from deep blue to cobalt blue.

Glancing out the window, Shi Yunmu realized belatedly: humans needed to sleep. Lu Que had already consumed several hours just for him to eat a portion of chicken drumsticks.

Reluctant to part with the chicken drumsticks, Shi Yunmu said, “Alright…”

Remembering something, the youth rolled his eyes and asked, “Then what about breakfast? Can you make a portion for me too?”

He kept in mind the money he hadn’t transferred over yet: “I’ll transfer some money to you, consider it my breakfast fee!”

Lu Que: “…”

He let out a sigh, not saying whether he agreed or not: “As long as you can wake up.”

This was assuming that Shi Yunmu, having stayed up so late, would definitely be unable to get out of bed.

But he failed to realize that a monster like a slime did not require sleep.

After this late-night snack session in the early hours, Lu Que naturally took half a day off from work.

When he woke up again, it was ten o’clock in the morning.

With only two hours left until noon, Lu Que chose a simple bread pudding; tossing it into the air fryer would do the trick.

Passing by Shi Yunmu’s door, the man’s footsteps came to a halt anyway.

Whether or not he should check if the monster had woken up was indeed a difficult dilemma.

Before he could decide whether to knock or not, the bedroom door was opened from the inside.

The youth who opened the door was bursting with energy. His pair of glowing green eyes were just as bright as before, and there wasn’t a single trace of dark circles to be seen on his fair, smooth skin. However, the youth’s hair was a disheveled mess, with two or three strands of cowlicks sticking straight up.

His gaze involuntarily landed on those raised cowlicks. It took the man a while to find his voice: “…Since you’re awake, come and eat breakfast.”

Shi Yunmu was pleasantly surprised: “You really made my portion!”

“Mm, I made it.” The man didn’t make any excuses either, simply accepting the money that had been transferred over the previous night right in front of Shi Yunmu.

This meant he accepted Shi Yunmu’s breakfast fee and would cook breakfast for the slime.

The cowlicks stood up even higher, and the owner of the cowlicks was also very excited: “I’ll go wash up right now!”

He rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind. Lu Que stood before his wide-open, completely unguarded bedroom, freezing for a second or two.

Directly after, the man’s dark eyes shifted toward the inside of the bedroom, sizing it up as if inadvertently.

Aside from that backpack placed on the bay window sill, the youth hadn’t touched anything else in the bedroom.

There was a black hairball hanging on the backpack. Was it a newly added accessory?

Narrowing his eyes, the man’s gaze locked onto that black hairball for two or three seconds, until the bathroom door was thrown open with a “bang” by the slime, who called out pitifully, “Hubby, the toothpaste is empty.”

Listening to the sound of Lu Que’s receding footsteps, the black hairball, Xiao Wei who had almost given away his disguise let out a sigh of relief. Slumping powerlessly against the backpack, he muttered, “Wow, scared me to death.”

Completely unaware of the terrifying ordeal Xiao Wei had just experienced, Shi Yunmu, having finished washing up, was already delightfully enjoying his bread pudding.

He took a massive gulp, swallowing a large mouthful of the perfectly soft bread pudding, his face radiating the happiness of eating delicious food.

Gorging himself, he rapidly consumed more than half of the bowl’s contents.

Scooping up another large spoonful of bread pudding, Shi Yunmu stuffed it into his mouth and peeked at the man sitting opposite him at the table.

The man’s long hair was already meticulously tied up, and beneath his slightly rolled-up sleeves were the smooth lines of his firmly muscled forearms. His eyelids were lowered. Unlike Shi Yunmu, who ate ravenously, he ate slowly and deliberately, appearing far more elegant and noble.

Shi Yunmu wavered fiercely: Damn it, he actually didn’t want to swallow this human anymore!

Sensing the gaze, Lu Que lifted his eyes and looked at the top of Shi Yunmu’s head once more.

Unable to bear it any longer, the man raised his hand and pointed at Shi Yunmu’s hair.

Shi Yunmu reached up and patted it twice, feeling nothing amiss: “What’s wrong?”

Lu Que: “Sigh.”

It was another inexplicable sigh, followed by a warm hand reaching straight toward the crown of Shi Yunmu’s head.

The rough pads of his fingers pressed against the fine, soft strands of hair, sliding down slightly, smoothing the cowlicks completely flat, bit by bit.

Biting his spoon, Shi Yunmu froze.

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