My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 641 - 560: Braised Pork Meatballs (Lion’s Head)
One of life’s rare treasures is simply having someone to accompany you—three cups, two sips of light wine, lounging on the sofa, eating and chatting together. It’s already incredibly precious.
Especially since Mr. Jiu and Xiao Chen were here, and of course, Xiao Bai and Little Xiaobai were lying obediently nearby, watching their owners... feast on hotpot.
Hotpot is always more fun with a group, but alas, as the initiator of the gathering, Qin Miaomiao was having a hard time eating due to her mouth ulcers.
Those damned mouth ulcers had shown up the next morning. When she had been fretting over Lu Qing’s matters earlier, she had been fine.
But once everything was settled, and she relaxed, the ulcers flared up. Both sides of her mouth were ulcerated, and the pain was excruciating.
Originally, she had been complaining to Lu Qing, and then the thought of hotpot crossed her mind. Yes, she was eating hotpot now, but her mouth was suffering for it.
Watching others dip slices of lamb into the boiling broth made her drool with envy. Meanwhile, she painstakingly pushed morsels into her mouth—hot and painful at the same time.
But how could she not swallow the delicious food once it was in her mouth?
No matter how tough it was, she was determined to eat!
Mr. Jiu raised an eyebrow and said:
"Little Jin’er, you might as well stop eating. Just have some porridge."
Qin Miaomiao shook her head firmly: "Humans die for wealth, birds die for food."
Lu Qing teased her, "So, you’re a bird?"
"Eating is human instinct! No gloating allowed."
Ou Beichen chimed in, adding fuel to the fire, "Sis, just look at you. It’s so hard for you to eat; you might as well give up. All this beef tripe, lamb, shrimp paste—just leave it to me to take care of."
Lu Qing said, "Even if you can’t finish it, Xiao Bai and Little Xiaobai will surely clean it up. Little Xiaobai, do a roll, and I’ll give you a piece of raw beef—Kobe beef! Don’t thank me too much."
Little Xiaobai’s ears perked up at the mention of food and was ready to roll, but Xiao Bai held it down!
A dignified white tiger can’t stoop to rolling for Kobe beef! That would utterly tarnish the title of King of the Forest!
And so, poor Little Xiaobai was pinned down. The sheer difference in size left it completely powerless to fight back.
Watching this, Lu Qing observed, "Well, well, Xiao Bai has quite the temper, huh?"
He waved a piece of raw beef in front of Xiao Bai and said casually:
"Wanna eat it?"
Xiao Bai turned its head aside. Trying to bribe me with food? Dream on! I’m not like the gluttonous female owner. Even though the beef is still streaked with blood, and the aroma is utterly tempting, I refuse. Hmph!
"Two pieces?"
The tiger continued to dramatically turn away.
"Three pieces?"
Its mighty head almost turned off its neck from twisting so hard.
At this moment, Mr. Jiu said in a low, faint voice:
"Haven’t had lion’s head meatballs for a while. Should we try it tomorrow night?"
Xiao Bai: ......
With no shame at all, it rolled over on the floor and even let out an endearing growl.
Lu Qing: ......
This was a slap in the face, plain and simple!
"It seems Ninth Uncle really knows how to handle Xiao Bai."
Mr. Jiu shot him a glance and said nonchalantly, "Not bad, definitely better than you."
The razor-sharp sarcasm between them was almost tangible, as if sparks were flying in the air.
Qin Miaomiao and Xiao Chen scooted over to the side. Qin Miaomiao whispered:
"Should we move the hotpot base farther away?"
"No need, they won’t actually fight. At most, they’ll bicker. But Xiao Bai might be out of luck."
"Oh?"
"From the look on Brother-in-law’s face, he seems intent on wrestling back control of Xiao Bai."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor Xiao Bai."
The two of them munched on hotpot while enjoying the drama as spectators.
Meanwhile, Xiao Bai smelled something fishy—quite literally. Sensing danger, it prepared to make a quick exit, but Lu Qing rested a hand on its neck, his smile cold and unyielding:
