I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 115 Ambiguity

The guard was really dumbfounded.

He didn't know how this man had suddenly appeared before him, nor did he understand how he could stroll around as leisurely and carefree as if he were in his own home.

In reality, Carl was very nervous; he bowed his head for the third time to check himself, his shoes were very clean, his attire relatively formal, and then there was the bouquet in his hand... Carl adjusted the angle of the ribbon on the bouquet before he was satisfied and looked straight ahead.

He and the guard made eye contact, and it was obvious that Carl could see the panic and the intent to call for someone on the guard's face.

"Oh, don't be nervous, I'm here for the banquet."

Who on earth attends a banquet by magically appearing without using the front door! The guard screamed inwardly.

Suddenly, the palace doors opened.

Carl saw the person who opened the door, a smile spread across his face, but as soon as he saw the man following her, his face immediately fell.

Leberli was holding a pair of delicate and exquisite slippers with one hand, his eyes as sharp as cold needles, staring down Carl.

Neither of the men spoke, yet they successfully made the atmosphere as tense as if swords were drawn.

"Carl, you're here. Sorry, I'm not ready yet. How about I have someone take you to sit down first?" Qiao Suisui finished speaking and was about to instruct a servant to entertain him when she heard Carl say, "I'm not a guest, no need for such trouble."

She hadn't grasped the other implications in his words when she suddenly noticed an elegant bouquet before her eyes.

"For me?"

Seeing him nod with a smile, Qiao Suisui accepted it with a bit of surprise.

The bouquet was not big, very convenient to hold, the ribbon felt exceptionally nice, and the flowers were blooming pale pink tulips, a variant from the interstellar, mixed with a few violets. The colors were subtle, but the combination was very attractive, and the scent was a faint lily fragrance. She had not expected Carl to do something like giving flowers, always feeling that such gentlemanly behavior didn't match his usual demeanor at all. She had thought that, given Carl's personality, if he were to give flowers, he would choose the most flamboyant and eye-catching bunch; she never expected it to be a petite bouquet that perfectly matched her own taste.

A girl always feels great upon receiving flowers. Qiao Suisui lowered her head to smell them, then lifted her head and smiled at him.

"Thank you." Her voice was very soft, a bit embarrassed.

One saw the usually unruly man raise the corners of his eyebrows slightly, touch his nose, shift his gaze awkwardly away, and his mouth, which he couldn't help but lift and then desperately suppress, betraying a suspicious flush on his face.

Leberli waved the guard away with a hand, then bent down to help her put on the shoes. Standing beside Qiao Suisui, he rested his arm on her lower back; the two of them looked quite the match together. He announced his claim over her almost casually to Carl, "Now that you are here, you are a guest. Please."

Qiao Suisui was hesitant to leave these two men alone together, who knew if they would start fighting again. In the end, she had the servants take Carl to the balcony to wait for her, then cajoled and bargained with Leberli until he left, unable to refuse his 'condition.'

She had planned to make a few simple home-style dishes, but when she reached the kitchen, and everyone saw it was her, they all tried their hardest to impress, each outdoing the other. Qiao Suisui hadn't realized that her behavior had been interpreted as the boss coming down to inspect the work, which had everyone on edge. The whole kitchen was bustling with activity, and in the end, she felt a bit ashamed to wield a big knife in front of the Guan Gongs... By the time the food was served, it was almost like the history of Chinese cuisine over the past five thousand years had been laid out on the table.

Carl looked at the table full of sincerity, speechless for a long time.

"What's wrong? Does it not suit your palate? Should I have them bring some Nutrient Liquid?" Qiao Suisui asked.

"Are you trying to silence me with this, or is this the last supper?" Carl said.

"?"

"Otherwise, why are you suddenly being so nice to me?"

Qiao Suisui chuckled, "Yes, this is a farewell meal, and after eating, I'll send you away."

Carl glanced at her. "Not funny," he said and picked up the utensils properly, asking, "Which one did you make?"

Qiao Suisui touched her nose with some embarrassment and pointed to the scallion and tofu salad in the corner. "That one..."

Cold dishes are simple and quick to make. She hadn't thought much when making it, but after serving it, she felt it was quite insufficient, thanking someone by serving them scallion and tofu salad. Luckily, there was a whole table of lavish dishes to maintain the appearance.

Carl tried a bite, then another, ignoring the rest of the exquisite dishes on the table, and repeatedly reached for the scallion and tofu salad.

He didn't eat any of the famous or delicious dishes, just that scallion and tofu salad, which to Qiao Suisui seemed somewhat meager.

She bit on her fork, her face growing warm, and when she saw him reach for the scallion and tofu salad again, she finally couldn't help but say, "You, you should eat something else."

"Why, you like this too? It's quite popular, huh? Should I save you a few bites?"

The way he said it sounded a bit sarcastic!

"No, it's not..."

Seeing her flushed cheeks and her slightly embarrassed and awkward expression, Carl suppressed a laugh. This time, instead of being as headstrong as usual, he turned to a dish of emerald shrimps next to him.

He cleaned his hands, removed the shrimp heads, carefully peeled the shells, and placed them on her plate.

Qiao Suisui was taken aback. Seeing Carl's natural and generous demeanor, she felt it wouldn't be right to say anything, so she went with it and ate.

So, for the rest of the meal, it was almost entirely Carl serving her. He picked out dishes for her, poured water, and if she glanced at a dish a little longer, the next second it was already on her plate. Carl didn't ask her what she liked to eat; he picked a bit of every dish for her, then started peeling crabs for her while paying attention to which dishes she hadn't touched and which she ate a second helping of, memorizing it all.

For Carl, food held no desire; that was also a requirement of his job. Sometimes a special nutrient liquid could sustain him for ten days; he could rely on chewing gum to maintain zero intake for twelve days, and sometimes he even forgot to replenish his nutrient liquid until his body functions started slacking, reminding him to supplement.

To Carl, eating was a meaningless and time-wasting activity. But he knew Qiao Suisui loved to eat, and eating well would make her happy.

He wasn't very skilled at the delicate task of peeling crab meat, and the meat often came out in pieces, difficult to pick up with utensils, so he used his hands to feed her directly from the shell.

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Qiao Suisui wasn't used to this intimacy with him, intending to do it herself, but he made a gesture to open her mouth and drawled, "Hurry up, my arm is getting sore."

Helpless, Qiao Suisui opened her mouth and bit down on the crab meat, only to see Carl lift the corners of his lips with a compliment, "Good girl, well done."

"..."

After the meal, Carl wiped her hands with a warm towel, his large hand grasping her slender wrist, wiping each finger meticulously and unhurriedly.

The man was looking down, his expression serious. From Qiao Suisui's angle, she could clearly see his eyebrow piercing, a small silver stud, which made her curious, and she reached out to touch it without thinking.

Carl paused, then looked up at her, his smile beguiling.

"Like it?"

"I was just curious..." Qiao Suisui tried to draw back her hand, but the man caught it first.

Carl's large hand grabbed her small one, bringing it to his brow.

Her fingertips brushed against his thick eyebrows, then were guided down his nose bridge, sliding along its ridge downwards to his lips, tracing the contours of his face.