Chapter 54: You, Can't Cook

Mo Lie loosens his dagger, washes his hands with water, his movements naturally elegant, expression relaxed.

In fact, that time Lin Manzhi personally injected the Spirit Core Repair Elixir into his back of the neck, which was very stirring.

He looked forward with anticipation at Lin Manzhi standing before him, his blue eyes holding a faint, barely perceptible smile, and leaned forward toward her.

Caught off guard, a faint cool breath emanated from his tall body, and the suddenly close, enlarged handsome male made Lin Manzhi, holding the elixir, pause in shock.

The two stared at each other.

She couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but from his handsome face Lin Manzhi saw a hint of lively interest.

She suddenly, belatedly realized that the Beast Husband's Spirit Core is a very private and important place, after all it is the source of their energy and the spot where Pheromone merges when bonding with the Wife Master.

They are still only nominal partners, so such unabashed intimate actions aren't very appropriate!!

Cough, you're awake now, Lin Manzhi lightly blinked and said slowly, "…you should do it yourself."

Mo Lie didn't move, his gaze fixed on Lin Manzhi, taking in the female's expression fully, a slight curl at the corner of his mouth, his voice as coldly indifferent as usual: "I can't see, you do it for me."

Lin Manzhi: "…"

Perhaps, like other Beast Husbands, use a water mirror…

Lin Manzhi hadn't finished speaking.

The next second.

Mo Lie lowered his head onto Lin Manzhi's shoulder, his black fragmented hair revealing cool‑toned skin, shedding all defenses in a wholly trusting gesture.

Lin Manzhi's body was slightly stiff.

One of her hands held the syringe, and by turning her head she could see the black‑haired youth exposing his most vulnerable side to her.

Mo Lie's head seemed to unintentionally brush her shoulder; his tall, slender body rested on her in an admittedly uncomfortable posture, like a large beast pouting at a human.

Forget it, forget it… He really is inconvenient, and it's not the first time; if we treat this ambiguous act as medical treatment, any pretended intimacy will naturally dissolve.

Lin Manzhi steadied her hand holding the syringe, cradling Mo Lie's head, her voice calm like a doctor who sees a hundred and eighty patients a day: "Don't move, I'm going to inject the elixir."

She lifted the black‑haired fingertips cleanly, yet the knuckles of the hand gripping the syringe strained to a pale white.

Mo Lie, nestled against Lin Manzhi's shoulder, raised an eyebrow, sensing her frantic heartbeat, and said no more.

Lin Manzhi held the syringe and jabbed it into the dazzlingly white Spirit Core before her.

Fortunately, injecting the Spirit Core Repair Elixir wasn't difficult; Lin Manzhi quickly pushed the elixir into Mo Lie's back of the neck, then after she set the syringe aside, lifted her hand to wipe her slightly heated cheek.

Mo Lie straightened his torso; after the injection, a hint of relief entered his previously constant pain, paradoxically making the suppressed pain feel even sharper.

It's like a person constantly hearing the noisy construction that causes a headache; the brain, for self‑preservation, subconsciously blocks the noise, a testament to the body's strong adaptability.

Now, the self‑preservation instinct shows a crack, making the bodily pain noticeably apparent.

Mo Lie pressed his lips together; his previously faint lip color turned even more pallid.

Beside him, Lin Manzhi's eyes held worry.

Mo Lie's nature is very tolerant; when he truly suffers, he doesn't show it, refusing to let others see his vulnerable side.

Watching him turn, his expression unchanged, he picked up the dagger, ready to continue cutting meat for grilling.

Lin Manzhi: "We made a fortune selling Lettuce today, and your former subordinate has returned; I don't want grilled meat anymore. I've thought of a new way to eat, perfect for a celebration!"

She walked straight over, reached for the knife in Mo Lie's hand, and said with a joyful tone, "You go out first; I'll handle this side."

Having his knife taken, Mo Lie slightly raised an eyebrow, but instead of leaving, he sat down beside her.

He stood to one side, not dealing with the nearly two hundred jin plump beast, bone and skin intact, which occupied the entire stove surface, making the female's figure appear even slimmer; holding the dagger, he seemed at a loss for how to proceed.

Lin Manzhi lowered her gaze, holding the dagger over the plump beast's belly, and asked hesitantly, "Um, if we want a mix of fatty and lean meat, should we take this piece?"

"How do you cut the pork again…?"

She had watched pork stall owners before; in a few cuts they'd slice the whole pig's belly easily, but when it came to her own hands, her eyes and mind knew, but her hands didn't.

Mo Lie stared at the female before him, his icy blue eyes holding a hint of smile, seeing through the tenderness that made her avoid others' hidden pain earlier, which eased his own severe agony.

Not hearing a sound, Lin Manzhi turned her head to look.

Mo Lie withdrew his gaze, reached out to take the dagger back from Lin Manzhi's hand, and said calmly, "Zhi Zhi, you don't need to worry about handling the plump beast's meat; you have your Beast Husband."

He emphasized the term "Beast Husband," his deep, resonant voice carrying a slight hoarseness; Lin Manzhi's ears flushed red, feeling a bit embarrassed.

It felt like a "fake marriage" with a peerless beauty…

"Hey, is this for lunch? Let me, let me." Hua Zheng appeared at the right moment, lifting the cloth, took Mo Lie's place, and swiftly divided the plump beast's legs into four large pieces.

Cooking is an essential skill for a Beast Husband; Hua Zheng, when he was the Young Master's Guard Squad leader in Ansen City, was the Beast Husband whose grilled meat was the best beside the Young Master.

He said, "This plump beast is a Great Exotic Beast's cub; its tender meat is delicious when grilled. How about we have grilled meat?"

Lin Manzhi had been eating the local meals for almost a month, and the monotonous food was making her nauseous, so when she saw abundant dishes in Kuangsha City today, she bought many side dishes and fruits, intending to spice up the flavor herself.

She doesn't have a strong appetite for heavy foods, but it can't always be just grilled or stewed meat.

"Today you two just watch and help; let me cook…" Before the words finished, Hua Zheng deftly peeled the skin and lifted a leg of meat, and Lin Manzhi quickly said, "Wait, keep that leg unpeeled."

Hua Zheng stopped, turned to look at his own master; Mo Lie stood silently beside them, occasionally glancing at Lin Manzhi, as if the female's command didn't surprise him at all, and showed no surprise nor intention to speak.

"Whoa?"

"Not peeling the meat??"

Hua Zheng completely disagreed; he thought this female collected Lettuce to make money, her earning ability surpasses most Beast Husbands.

But she can't cook.

He had to speak up: "Not peeling will leave a strong flavor; the skin… for you females it's also hard to chew."