Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 161 Yufei's Collapse

After swallowing the pastry, Sang Qing looked at Shi Ying with a puzzled expression: "Didn't you eat any?"

"No, I knew you liked it, so I made sure you could try it first." Shi Ying smiled slightly, her voice a little hoarse but with a captivating charm.

He only tasted a little bit when the final satisfactory product was developed. Even Youfei only tasted the scraps of the newly made, shaped batch.

"Thank you."

Sang Qing picked up a whole piece of pastry and held it to Shi Ying's lips.

Shi Ying lowered her eyes and stared at the pastries in front of her, pursing her lips tightly.

I dislike sweets.

Even if you made it yourself.

Seeing that Shi Ying didn't open his mouth, Sang Qing blinked in confusion.

She brought the pastry even closer, almost touching Shi Ying's lips, her voice carrying a hint of certainty: "It's really delicious, you should try some too."

Since Shi Ying likes Man Zhu's pastries, he must like the ones he makes himself, which are so delicious.

Shi Ying felt a faint fragrance mingling with the scent emanating from the little bodhisattva, and struggle and hesitation flickered in her eyes.

He really hates pastries.

But this was given by the little Bodhisattva.

He still opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Let's just consider this... a way of satisfying the little bodhisattva this once.

I'll never eat it again.

Shi Ying thought to herself, unaware that this was just the beginning of a nightmare.

Seeing that Shi Ying liked it, Sang Qing found it enjoyable to feed her.

He fed the remaining half of the pastries to Shi Ying.

Shi Ying ate three pastries in one go, and Sang Qing's personal terminal finally rang.

Shi Ying quickly found an opportunity to go out for some fresh air.

When Shi Ying went to the tap by the garden to rinse her mouth, You Fei eagerly came up to her.

"How is it? Does your sister-in-law like it?"

Shi Ying straightened up, a little water stain on her shirt collar, and gave a cool smile, "Of course."

The little Bodhisattva really enjoyed his pastries, saying they were just as good as Manju's.

Youfei breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh shit.

it is finally over.

God knows what kind of life he's been living for the past two weeks.

The eldest son wants to learn how to make pastries, but he doesn't eat sweets himself.

He did most of the tasting himself. Only when someone said the taste was acceptable would the boss symbolically try a little, then coldly frown and say, "No, it's not enough."

Then continue to strive for excellence.

No, improve it, still no, scrap it and start over... and so on.

Every time he makes it, he not only tastes it, but he also savors it carefully.

He has almost lost his sense of taste.

Now, the smell of anything sweet makes me want to die.

Shi Ying brushed his thumb across the corner of his lips, his golden eyes deep and intense.

"Perhaps... I can do even better."

Youfei couldn't catch his breath.

Depend on!
No need.

"Boss, no need!"

"There's no pastry in the world that tastes better than yours!"

Shi Ying raised her chin, glanced at You Fei with a disdainful look, and turned to walk towards the secret base behind her.

Youfei was left standing there, as if the sky had collapsed and the earth had caved in.

He means...

The carving technique could be improved further to make the leopard even more lifelike.

Inside the room, Sang Qing was replying to Jiang Zhiyi's messages.

Miss Jiang is well-informed; there's some gossip about Qiao Luoyi that I must tell her in person.

Sang Qing wasn't particularly interested at first, but she couldn't resist Miss Jiang's desire to share, so she agreed to afternoon tea tomorrow.

Looking out the window, Sang Qing saw the garden bursting with vibrant flowers and thought it would be perfect to have tea and chat amidst the blossoms. Wondering where Shi Ying was so late, Sang Qing took out her personal terminal and sent her a message.

Qingqing Moshang Sang: [Can I invite my friends to Wutongyue tomorrow?]

The "Typing..." indicator flashed several times, but Sang Qing only received one word: "Okay."

Sang Qing suppressed her many questions and informed Jiang Zhiyi that the meeting place was at her house. Jiang Zhiyi replied with "OK".

With the location decided, Sang Qing began to consider the food and drinks for afternoon tea.

She planned to buy some drinks at a restaurant after get off work. Since Jiang Zhiyi was pregnant, honey lemon water would be perfect—healthy and delicious.

Most importantly, it's easy to make. She asked Shi Ying if she could make it, and if not, she would ask Xiong Da to buy it from a beverage shop.

Miss Jiang has drunk all sorts of things, so she probably wouldn't care about drinking any fancy beverages while gossiping.

Besides, her recipes were really limited. It was Shi Ying who had a wide range of knowledge and good cooking skills, so she was able to enrich her recipes.

Shi Ying was more familiar with food, so Sang Qing asked her directly what restaurants were nearby, if there were any suitable afternoon tea options, and if she could teach her how to make lemonade...

On the other side, Shi Ying put down her carving tools after seeing the several messages Sang Qing had sent in a row.

Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

In his limited experience, females didn't seem to need to worry about these things.

In the past, his father would always help him prepare these things.

Later, the woman gave these to her new lover as a sign of favor.

The new lover who gained the opportunity took pride in it, flaunted her power, and bullied and suppressed them even more.

He disdained doing these things, but Sang Qing was different.

He wouldn't hesitate to do anything for her.

Moreover, she has no other beastly husbands, so he should prepare one for her.

Thinking of this, Shi Ying's lips unconsciously curled up, revealing a hint of pleasure.

So he replied below: 【No need, I'll be ready.】

Sang Qing was naturally very happy to see that Shi Ying was willing to help.

They discussed some details with Shi Ying.

Jiang Zhiyi suddenly added that Jun Xinyue also wanted to come.

Sang Qing thought, "Come on, it's the same whether one or two come."

……

The afternoon tea appointment was scheduled for the afternoon, but Sang Qing still went to work at the shelter without fail during the day.

Sang Qing was in a good mood as she ate the pastries made by Shi Ying.

After finishing the first box of leopard-shaped snacks, Sang Qing reluctantly picked up the second box and opened it. It was full of small fish, but the carvings were not as exquisite as the leopard-shaped ones.

Just as I was about to make a move, the pastry box was snatched away by another hand.

"Eating too much will give you a toothache." Shi Ying closed the lid, her disapproving voice tinged with a hint of indulgence.

"Youfei ate too many sweets and took the day off to see the dentist."

Sang Qing's heart was filled with alarm bells; she was genuinely afraid of toothache.

Although she has never had cavities, her wisdom teeth have been inflamed, and the pain was excruciating. She couldn't eat and felt like the pain was reaching her brain.

Sang Qing looked at the twenty-odd boxes of pastries piled on the table with a troubled expression. "Why did you make so many? I can't finish them all."

Shi Ying just said that these are all for her.

Although pastries can be kept for a few days, if you eat one or two boxes a day, you definitely won't be able to finish them in a short time.

Over time, the taste will deteriorate.

Shi Ying lowered her phoenix eyes slightly: "You can take him to the shelter."

So Sang Qing took the pastries to the shelter.

Sang Qing distributed the pastries to General Curry, Assistant Xiao, Zhuang Yifan, and others, and also gave a few boxes to each team on a first-come, first-served basis.

There's no way around it, there are only so many pastries, it's impossible for everyone to have them.

Those who received the pastries praised her without hesitation, some even before tasting them, extolling her and the pastries to the skies based solely on their appearance and aroma.

Some people even said they would take it home and keep it as a keepsake, taking it out to smell it every day to remember their loved one.

Sang Qing's lips twitched violently.

They quickly left the terrifying Flying Birds team and went to the Aquatic team.

It's not that I'm not updating anymore, it's that I'm sick and have to go to the hospital. I'm very tired and uncomfortable, so I really don't have time to write.

I will continue to update as things get better; the author will finish writing every book.

Thank you so much for your continued support, my darlings. I'm so sorry.