After being bought by seven rough men and taken to the deep mountains, I was pampered.

Chapter 156 Revolving Hot Pot? He intercepted the finest tender meat upstream, fiercely protecting h

"Glug... Glug..."

It wasn't my stomach growling, it was the sound of the red soup bubbling.

Magistrate Fang stood in front of the huge glass dome building, enveloped by the warm yellow light and domineering fragrance emanating from inside.

The aroma, a blend of premium butter, crackling Sichuan peppercorns, and the unique sweetness of freshly slaughtered beef and mutton, wafted through the crack in the door like a hook, forcefully pulling him inside.

Clutching the VIP gold card he hadn't thrown away when he escaped from the clinic, he steeled his heart and gritted his teeth.

"So be it! Dying with a full stomach is better than being scared to death by that Qin Laoqi!"

Magistrate Fang pushed open the door and entered.

"boom--"

A wave of heat carrying the aroma of food rushed towards him, instantly dispelling the pungent smell of disinfectant on him.

But that wasn't the most shocking thing for him.

What nearly made his eyes pop out was the bizarre "dining table" in the center of the hall.

That's not a table at all.

That was a "river".

A circular waterway, about a foot wide and carved from a single piece of white marble, meanders through the entire hall.

The water flowing in the waterway is not ordinary water, but warm water drawn from geothermal springs, with exquisite wooden lotus boats floating on it.

On that lotus boat, instead of flowers, were plates of rosy meat rolls, vibrant green vegetables, and glistening shrimp paste.

The water flows gently, carrying delicious food, passing slowly in front of diners.

"This...this is the 'Floating Water Splendor'?" Magistrate Fang stared in disbelief, his scholarly DNA stirring. "In ancient times, 'Floating Water Splendor' was used for drinking and composing poetry, but this Qin family...they're using it for hot pot?!"

"Oh, Lord Fang! You've finally arrived!"

A waiter dressed in shorts came up to him with a bright smile, but led him to the very end of the waterway—the "downstream"—without giving him a chance to explain.

"Our Master Qin and his wife are dining at 'Upstream.' They specifically requested that a private seat be reserved for them."

Magistrate Fang was forced to sit in a corner.

As soon as he sat down, he saw two "great gods" sitting at the source of the waterway.

Qin Meng is the third son of the Qin family.

And then there's Madam Qin, Su Wan, who was just "tortured" by Second Master Qin and Seventh Master Qin.

Su Wan had changed out of her moon-white dress and was now wearing a looser, primrose-colored blouse with a slightly open neckline.

Perhaps because the hot pot restaurant was so hot, her already fair and rosy face was now even more flushed from the steam, like a ripe peach that looked like it could be squeezed to release its juices.

Sitting next to her, Qin Meng was the ultimate contrast to this gentle and beautiful woman.

He wasn't wearing a shirt.

Or rather, it's the same as not wearing anything at all.

It was a custom-made black tank top, taut over his granite-like muscles.

He was sweating profusely, either from the heat of the hot pot or for some other reason. His bronze skin shone with oil, and sweat slid down his muscular arms, pooling at his elbows before dripping onto the table.

He was like a dragon guarding a treasure, his wild eyes fixed on the section of "river" in front of him.

"Come on, sister-in-law, open your mouth."

Qin Meng held a pair of specially made, extra-long silver chopsticks and precisely picked up a piece from the bubbling red oil pot.

He scooped out a piece of tripe that was perfectly cooked and slightly curled.

He didn't put it directly into Su Wan's bowl.

Instead, he first brought it to his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and blew out two breaths.

The movement was rough yet possessed a clumsy delicacy.

"It's cold now, but you can eat it."

Qin Meng held the tripe to Su Wan's mouth, his eyes looking expectant like a big dog wagging its tail.

Su Wan's lips turned bright red from the spiciness, and she slightly opened her mouth to take the piece of tripe into her mouth.

"Hmm... crunchy."

"That's right, I watched them kill these right away, they have to be crisp!" Qin Meng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked at Su Wan's moving red lips, his Adam's apple bobbing suddenly.

He put down his chopsticks, looking at the little bit of chili oil and... her saliva stuck to them.

Without hesitation, he put the chopstick tip into his mouth and sucked hard.

"It smells so good."

He spoke indistinctly, but his eyes seemed to be burning with desire as he stared intently at Su Wan's mouth, as if what he had just eaten was not tripe, but some other delicacy.

The county magistrate, sitting downstream, swallowed hard as he watched.

It's not that I'm craving the tripe, it's that I'm craving the "dog food" (

"Um... I'm hungry too."

Magistrate Fang picked up his chopsticks and stared longingly at the upstream section of the waterway.

There, a lotus-shaped boat carrying "premium snowflake beef" was drifting downstream, swaying gently towards him.

The meat was red and white, with a perfect marble-like texture; it looked like a delicious, melt-in-your-mouth treat!

"They're here! They're here!"

Magistrate Fang was so excited his hands were trembling. Just as the lotus boat was about to float in front of him, and he reached out his chopsticks to grab it—

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

A pair of chopsticks shot out from upstream like lightning, accurately, ruthlessly, and mercilessly cutting off his path!

It's Qin Meng.

Even though this brute was so far away, he was a trained fighter. With a stretch of his arm and those specially made long chopsticks, he completely blocked the entire river channel.

"Qin... Third Master Qin?" Magistrate Fang's chopsticks froze in mid-air, his face blank with confusion.

"Put it there."

Qin Meng didn't even glance at Magistrate Fang; his eyes were only on the plate of meat.

With a flick of his wrist, he "hijacked" the plate of marbled beef that was originally destined for Magistrate Fang and placed it directly in front of Su Wan.

"The meat in this dish has a good marbling, and the fat and lean parts are just right."

As Qin Meng spoke, he skillfully slid the slices of meat into the clear broth pot in front of Su Wan (a health-preserving pot specially prepared for her):

"Hey you downstream, you can't handle this."

Magistrate Fang was so angry his beard trembled: "Why can't I eat it? I can afford to pay!"

"It's not about the money."

Qin Meng glanced at him, with the look of someone looking at an ant:

"This meat is so tender, it melts in your mouth. Your old teeth can't chew it properly, what a waste."

"Only my sister-in-law's mouth..."

Qin Meng's gaze fell on Su Wan's soft, moist lips, and his voice suddenly became hoarse and deep, carrying a strong, sensual tone:

"Only someone like you deserves to eat something so soft."

"Sister-in-law, don't you think so?"

Under the table, his thick, powerful thigh forcefully forced Su Wan's knees apart.

"Third brother...you're crowding me..."

Su Wan shuddered from the heat and almost dropped the small bowl in her hand.

"It's warmer when you're huddled together."

Qin Meng not only didn't retreat, but acted like a male beast marking its territory:

"The air conditioning in this shop is too strong (actually it's unbearably hot), I'll be a heater for my sister-in-law."

"Here, the meat is cooked."

He picked up the piece of fatty beef that he had snatched from Magistrate Fang's mouth and rolled it in the special satay sauce.

"ah--"

Su Wan was forced to open her mouth.

The meat was indeed tender, so tender that you almost didn't need to chew it.

But Qin Meng's feeding method was too aggressive.

His chopsticks went in very deep, almost touching the back of her tongue. After feeding her, he didn't pull them out immediately, but instead gently pressed the tip of the chopsticks against the tip of her tongue.

"Hmm!"

Su Wan looked at him in alarm.

"Sister-in-law, is it delicious?"

Qin Meng stared at her cheeks, which were puffed up from holding something in her mouth, his eyes dark and frightening:

"Is this meat... tender?"

Is it slippery?

"Is it... a little softer than some parts of my body?"

This is blatant flirting!

Su Wan blushed deeply and stomped on his foot under the table.

But her strength was no different from tickling Qin Meng's iron-like instep.

"hey-hey."

Qin Meng chuckled foolishly. Not only did he not feel any pain, but he also seemed to have received some kind of reward, and he began to "intercept" even more diligently.

then.

Over the next half hour, Magistrate Fang experienced what "human suffering" truly meant.

Premium lamb rolls? Snatch them up! Give them to your sister-in-law!

Handmade fresh shrimp paste? Hit the hook! Give it to your sister-in-law!

Tender and crisp beef aorta? Hit it! Give it to your sister-in-law!

Anything that was good, tender, or expensive was ruthlessly confiscated when it passed through Qin Meng's checkpoint.

What flowed to Magistrate Fang was only—

A plate of wilted cabbage leaves.

A plate of old tofu that's been simmering for who knows how long.

There was also a plate of duck blood that looked like scraps.

"This...this is outrageous!"

Magistrate Fang picked up a cabbage leaf, watching the two people upstream eating and drinking heartily, even feeding each other. He was so grief-stricken that tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm a human being too! I also paid money!"

"Master Fang."

Just then, Qin Meng's loud voice came from upstream:

Don't look down on that cabbage.

"I saved that especially for you."

With one arm around Su Wan's waist and the other waving chopsticks, Qin Meng said matter-of-factly:

"I've noticed that you've been irritable lately, and your complexion is yellowish. You should eat some green foods to reduce your internal heat."

"Those meat dishes... are too spicy."

"The adult's small frame can't handle it."

"Unlike me..."

He suddenly lowered his head, leaned close to Su Wan's ear, and bit her soft, white earlobe hard, making a sound so loud it seemed the whole room could hear:

"I have a bad temper... I need my sister-in-law's tender flesh to cool me down."

"Third Brother! Shut up!" Su Wan was so ashamed and angry that she covered his mouth.

Qin Meng then stuck out his tongue and licked her palm.

The rough, damp, and barbed texture made Su Wan recoil as if she had been electrocuted.

"So sweet."

Qin Meng licked his lips, his eyes filled with undisguised greed as he looked at the tiny water stain left in Su Wan's palm.

"It's even sweeter than snowflake beef."

……

Just as Magistrate Fang was eating cabbage with tears in his eyes.

Another dish was served downstream.

This time, it was a plate of bright red "spicy beef" coated with chili powder.

This stuff looks incredibly spicy.

Qin Meng was about to reach out to stop her, but Su Wan held his hand down.

"This is too spicy, I can't eat it." Su Wan shook her head. Although she loves spicy food, this was clearly too much for her.

"That's perfect."

Qin Meng chuckled and loosened his chopsticks.

The plate of spicy beef finally passed the "checkpoint" smoothly and floated leisurely to Magistrate Fang's front.

Magistrate Fang was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

Finally! Finally, there's a plate of meat for me!

He couldn't wait to pour the plate of meat into the pot, rinse it, and then stuff a piece into his mouth.

"Hiss—ha—!!!"

The moment it enters your mouth, a burst of spiciness explodes straight to the top of your head.

Magistrate Fang's old face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and tears and snot gushed out.

"Water! Water! This meat is poisonous!"

He gulped down the tea, his tongue becoming numb from the spiciness.

Upstream.

Qin Meng was holding Su Wan in his arms, looking at the little bit of red oil that had accidentally gotten on the corner of her mouth.

"Sister-in-law, it's dirty."

Qin Meng did not take a tissue.

"Ugh...it hurts..." Su Wan frowned, the rough touch making her lips burn.

"You only remember things when they hurt."

Qin Meng's eyes were deep, and he used his thumb to wipe away the red oil.

"Sister-in-law's lips... are so red."

"It's so popular it makes me want to..."

He didn't finish speaking.

Instead, he simply lowered his head, under the watchful eyes of everyone, and concealed by the steaming hot pot smoke.

He took a mouthful of her lips, which he had rubbed red.

"Hmm!"

Su Wan's exclamation was completely swallowed up by him.

This was a kiss filled with the smells of hot pot, sweat, and a strong masculine energy.

Rude, direct, and unreasonable.

He seemed to want to sweep away the last trace of taste in her mouth, and also to pour all his burning desire into her.

Magistrate Fang breathed out his breath as he watched the scene through his blurry, tear-filled eyes.

He saw that the usually imposing Third Master Qin was now like a starving beast, holding the petite woman tightly in his arms.

The table full of delicious food seemed to be nothing more than decorations to him.

The person in his arms was the only "real meal" he wanted to eat.

"This hot pot..."

Magistrate Fang put down his chopsticks, looked at the half-eaten spicy beef in the pot, and suddenly felt it tasteless.

"This isn't a meal..."

"This is clearly... killing dogs!"

……

a long time.

Qin Meng finally let go of Su Wan.

Su Wan had already gone limp, leaning against his hard chest muscles, panting, her eyes glazed over, her lips swollen and red.

"Are you full?" Qin Meng's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of languidness after being satisfied.

"I'm full..." Su Wan said softly, "I'm stuffed."

"That's good."

Qin Meng stood up and picked Su Wan up in his arms.

"Sister-in-law is full, it's my turn now."

Instead of heading to the cashier, he carried Su Wan and went straight to the "VIP room" at the back of the hot pot restaurant, which was used for resting.

When passing by Magistrate Fang.

Qin Meng stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at Magistrate Fang, who was still gulping down tea from the teapot, and then at the plate of spicy beef that was still unfinished.

"Master Fang."

Qin Meng grinned, a smile that carried three parts mockery and seven parts smugness:

Eat slowly.

"The water downstream... although it's a bit murky, it's still enough to quench your thirst."

"Unlike me..."

He gently swayed Su Wan in his arms, pressing her even closer to his burning chest:

"I need to go... and get some more thirst-quenching water."

After saying that, he strode into the private room.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Only Magistrate Fang was left, facing the empty stream and the mess on the table.

"To quench thirst?"

Magistrate Fang let out a spicy burp, and the image of Qin Meng's murderous gaze suddenly flashed into his mind.

He suddenly realized.

The water that Master Qin wants to drink... is probably not tea, is it?

That is……

That was on that Madam Qin's body...

"puff--"

Magistrate Fang spat out a mouthful of tea.

"I can't think about it! I can't think about it!"

"This Wolf Fang Special Zone...it's so dirty! People's hearts are so dirty!"

He grabbed the gold card and stumbled out.

"I'm going to the trade center! I'm going to buy things! Only spending money... can cleanse my wounded soul!"

……