Everyone stood up, and Langyue pulled me up too. When a black shadow stood at the fence gate, Langyue immediately grabbed my hand, and everyone knelt down with a loud rustle. I felt indescribably uncomfortable. I didn’t want to kneel to the so-called master of Night Mountain who had imprisoned me for fourteen years. But considering Langyue’s feelings, I had to give up…
“Ulang, your daughter is becoming more and more willful, truly unbearable!” The Great King’s gaze shot towards me, his voice carrying the boldness unique to the mountain people, but for some reason, the sound seemed to have a forced joy, as if it were a disguise.
Suomulang’s eagle eyes dimmed, nodding to the Great King, then reprimanding Langyue: “Langyue, just focus on cooking your dish. How can you throw a tantrum with the Great King?”
“Okay, okay, I’ll do it right away!” Langyue, scolded by her father, knew further words were useless, so she stood up, placing the iron plate on the central fire pit and sprinkling a layer of oil.
After it was slightly heated, she placed thin slices of raw meat on it. After several turns, the meat was cooked. Langyue used chopsticks to pick up the meat, placing it on the plate held by a young girl, then using a brush to evenly spread sauce over the meat.
A fragrant smell of cooked meat wafted through the air. I suddenly felt my stomach was empty and opened my eyes wide, secretly signaling to Langyue: let me have some first.
Langyue laughed, standing in front of my table and about to serve me, but seeing the Great King approach, she had to stand aside until the Great King walked next to her, allowing me to finally see his appearance clearly.
Well, it was a handsome face that could pass national quality inspection, around seventeen or eighteen years old, about 185 cm tall, with a black cloak making him look elegant. His masculine features and blue, flowing long hair further highlighted his heart-stopping beauty. A pair of large eyes under long eyelashes, black pupils fixed on the barbecue in Langyue’s hand, thin red lips, and a clean face that didn’t resemble the stubbled faces of bandits on television.
“Great King, shall Langyue feed you?” Langyue’s face blushed, looking at the Great King.
