The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 198 - 22: Piglet in the Palm

The small piglet still clung to Yan Zhengya’s wrist with its hooves.

Yan Zhengya knew the piglet depended on him. However, this trip might be dangerous, and bringing along the naïve piglet might lead to uncontrollable situations. For safety and peace of mind, he spent a good while explaining things to the piglet, repeatedly promising to come back for it as soon as he was done. Only then did the piglet reluctantly nod, swishing its tail as it sent Yan Zhengya off.

The innkeeper, holding the menu, was confused as he looked at this "customer," suspicious in his heart. Could this pig really understand what he was saying? Could it actually order food?

But this was a noble guest of the Prince Mansion, not someone to offend, needing careful attention, especially since he had just received silver. The innkeeper decided to lay out the menu on the table, reading each item aloud, going through the entire menu and then staring at the piglet.

Then he watched as the piglet extended its little hoof and started ordering food.

Garlic ribs, braised pork ribs, stewed pork knuckle...

The innkeeper blinked blankly. Could someone please tell him why a pig would order nothing but pork? This cannibalism among its kind, is that really okay?

Also, this pig unbelievably understood human speech and could actually order food. That Daoist was truly a remarkable person—pigs raised by extraordinary people were indeed extraordinary.

Nonetheless, wasn’t it a bit excessive for the pig to order so much? Could such a small pig really finish all that food? Though the innkeeper had doubts, he said nothing. Who would turn away a money-making opportunity? The Wang Family was truly wealthy; to them, this was but a drop in the ocean.

So, after the piglet finished ordering, the innkeeper hurriedly rushed to serve the dishes.

The piglet looked at the table full of dishes, happily curled up its little tail, and started feasting!

While the piglet was indulging itself at the inn, Yan Zhengya was already crouched behind the wall of Luo Fu’s small courtyard, eavesdropping.

He knew the Wolf Demon was inside. Peering through a hole he poked in the window, he saw by flickering candlelight two people embracing.

"Huan Lang, I don’t want to leave you." The voice, tinged with sobs and grievance, was Luo Fu’s.

The person holding Luo Fu tightly comforted her, "I won’t let you leave me."

"Don’t do foolish things for me anymore. Last time, you seriously injured two Wang Family servants, and how could Wang Er swallow that? He called a Daoist to come eliminate you! If that Daoist kills you, I’d be left all alone in this world. What would I do? Wang Er will surely make me his concubine. He came again today, saying it didn’t matter whether I agreed or not, insisting on marrying me tomorrow. Sob, sob, sob, Huan Lang, I’m so scared." Luo Fu sobbed, leaning bonelessly into the man’s embrace, tearfully complaining.

The man holding Luo Fu stood tall, his snow-white robe making him look extremely handsome. It must be said that the transformed appearance of this demon was captivatingly mesmerizing to humans. With a hint of fierceness in his eyes, he coldly said, "Daoist? I’m not afraid. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure Wang Congshan doesn’t see tomorrow’s sun."

With a worried look, Luo Fu gazed at the Wolf Demon and said, "Huan Lang, you got hurt last time for my sake and can’t appear during the day. Now you’re going to take such risks again. The Prince Mansion has many protective relics. I’m worried about you..."

The Wolf Demon gazed deeply at Luo Fu: "For you, I would even be willing to die."