Strange Rules of the Game: Starting with Playing Little Grey Wolf!

Chapter 8 Is this cage comfortable enough?

"This is 'Swamp Monster Frog Soup' that Mom specially made for you. It contains forty-nine kinds of poisonous insects and spider legs. It's incredibly nourishing!"

Su Mu looked at the soup in the bowl, which was still bubbling and where he could even vaguely see the legs of a few unknown insects bobbing up and down, and his stomach churned.

Is this...is this something that carbon-based life forms can eat?

Although it has been transformed into a wolf, the body's taste buds do not seem to have fully adapted to this bizarre cuisine.

Even more critically, a new system notification popped up in front of Su Mu's eyes at this moment.

[Hidden rule triggered: Wolfsburg table manners]

1. In this family, Mom's (Red Wolf's) cooking is the most delicious food in the world.

2. No matter how indescribable the food may seem, as the son, you must show a great appetite and not leave any food uneaten. Leaving food uneaten will be seen as an insult to your mother's hard work (see the bump on the Big Bad Wolf's head for the consequences).

3. Before picking up your chopsticks, you must first offer a compliment of no less than 50 words.

Su Mu's lips twitched.

This isn't a meal; this is clearly a suicide pact before taking poison!

He secretly glanced at the wolf next to him.

The wolf king was wolfing down a dark, rock-hard object from his plate, mumbling incoherently as he ate:

"Delicious! My wife's cooking is amazing! I feel so energized!"

This will to survive is truly worthy of a man who has lived for thousands of episodes.

"Son? Why aren't you eating?"

Seeing that Su Mu didn't touch his spoon, Red Wolf's originally kind eyes instantly turned dangerous. She gently tapped the plate with her knife, making a clinking sound.

"Is it because...you don't like Mom's cooking?"

An invisible killing intent instantly enveloped the entire restaurant.

Su Mu felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that if he didn't answer this question well, the main course of the meal might become "Braised Little Grey."

Calm down, Shetland Sheepdog!

You're a genius actor! This is nothing!

Su Mu took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, and instantly put on an extremely exaggerated expression of surprise.

"How could this be, Mom!"

Su Mu looked at Red Wolf with eyes full of adoration, and said in a trembling voice:

"I'm just... just so touched!"

"Looking at this bowl of soup reminds me of my mother's hard work for this family. This isn't just soup; it's clearly my mother's deep love!"

"Its green luster is like the most precious jade on the grassland! Its intoxicating fragrance is like the scent of a forest after the rain!"

"I can't bear to eat it! I want to preserve it like a precious artifact! I want the whole world to know that I have a mother who is such a wonderful cook!"

After this barrage of compliments, Red Wolf was completely stunned.

A few seconds later, her face flushed red (although it wasn't very noticeable because of the foundation), and she felt lightheaded.

"Oh dear! You child! How can you be so sweet-talking!"

Red Wolf covered her mouth and laughed so hard she was shaking.

"It's not as good as you say~ Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Crisis averted!

Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief. But looking at the bowl of soup, he still couldn't bring himself to eat it.

Just then, an idea struck him.

Since I'm a child, I can be a "picky eater"!

Su Mu picked up the spoon, stirred it a couple of times, then frowned and looked at Grey Wolf with a wronged expression:

"Dad...I want to eat meat."

"This soup only has worm legs in it. I want to eat meat to grow up so I can help my dad catch more two-legged sheep."

This tactic of shifting the blame eastward is absolutely brilliant.

When Red Wolf heard that her son wanted to eat meat to grow up, she immediately turned her attention to Gray Wolf.

"You rascal! Didn't you hear me! Our son wants to eat meat!"

"Snapped!"

Red Wolf slammed her hand on the table, making the plates bounce around.

"Where's that two-legged sheep you caught today? Hurry up and process it for our son's extra meal!"

Grey Wolf, who was happily eating, looked completely bewildered and almost spat out the burnt rice in his mouth.

"Huh? But honey... that two-legged sheep was just stunned by the electric shock and hasn't woken up yet, and that's tomorrow's food supply..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Our son wants to eat now!"

Red Wolf was completely unreasonable; she simply picked up the bowl of soup in front of Su Mu and poured it into Gray Wolf's bowl.

"Here's your bowl of soup! Go and wake that two-legged sheep up quickly, and ask him if he'd like to offer up his thigh meat! If not, just chop him up!"

Grey Wolf was on the verge of tears, and could only pick up the bowl of culinary disaster and drink it all in one gulp, then stand up dejectedly:

"Yes, yes, yes... I'll go right away."

Watching Grey Wolf's departing figure, Su Mu felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

Not only did they escape unscathed, but they also got to torment that American contestant—a win-win situation.

"Mom, I want to go see too!"

Su Mu jumped off the chair

"I want to see how Dad prepares the ingredients; I want to learn!"

"Go on, go on, but be careful not to get your clothes dirty." Red Wolf was in a great mood and waved her hand.

……

Wolfsburg basement.

It was dark and damp, filled with the smells of mold and blood. Various instruments of torture hung on the walls, along with some unfinished mechanical parts.

Inside a massive iron cage, John Smith, the chosen one of the beacon nation, huddled in a corner, shivering.

He has been awake for a while now.

As a special forces soldier, he had received anti-prisoner-of-war training. But in this supernatural and terrifying environment, all the training seemed so pale and powerless.

He had just tried to unlock the lock with the wire hidden in the sole of his shoe, only to find that it was a voice-activated combination lock with an electric shock function that nearly made him lose control of his bladder.

"Da, da, da."

Footsteps approached.

John immediately looked up alertly.

In the dim light, he saw the terrifying werewolf descend. And behind him followed... that devilish, greyish-white wolf cub.

"Hehehe, you two-legged sheep, you're awake?"

Grey Wolf walked up to the cage, holding a still-sizzling chainsaw in his hand, a cruel smile on his face.

"Although I'm a little reluctant, my son wants to eat meat, so I'm afraid you'll have to sacrifice one of your legs."

John's pupils dilated instantly, and his breathing became rapid.

Am I going to be eaten?

Just then, the little wolf walked up to the cage.

It wasn't as ferocious as the Big Bad Wolf; instead, it stared quietly at John with its big, dark eyes.

That look in his eyes...it was very strange.

It didn't look like food; it looked more like a... circus clown.

Su Mu stretched out its little paw and gently tapped on the iron bars of the cage, making a series of rhythmic sounds.

That rhythm is... Morse code?

John was stunned.

As a veteran, he instantly understood the meaning of that rhythm.

[SOS? No, it's...HELLO?]

Is this wolf... greeting me?

Before John could react, Su Mu suddenly spoke.