I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 382 – Truffle Hound

Chapter 382 – Truffle Hound

The French chef lived up to Xiong YaoYue’s expectations and brought us salmon caviar, seared foie gras, and black truffle with sea ba.s.s for lunch.

The caviar was large and plump akin to red pearls. The spoon was made from a sh.e.l.l because metallic spoons would ruin the caviar’s taste. Black truffles doesn’t look aesthetically pleasing, but apparently it’s worth its weight in gold.

“What? Then doesn’t that mean we’re eating gold?” Xiong YaoYue said wide-eyed.

“Don’t listen to the manservant’s nonsense.” Ai Mi had no interest in the table of luxurious cuisine after enjoying her chips and cola, “Only Italian white truffles are worth its weight in gold. French black truffles are only at most one tenth of its price.”

“That’s still insane. That would mean I ate 1 gram of gold for every 10 grams of truffles.”

Ai Mi sent a nasty look towards me:

“Does the manservant feel bad that it’s not white truffles? I heard white truffles are great for boosting a man’s s.e.x drive.”

I ignored the joke that shouldn’t be told by my sister and continued to eat the foie gras.

Peng TouSi who was standing guard at the door advised Ai Mi to eat more caviar:

“Miss, caviar is good for the brain. Please eat some more, maybe your grades…”

“Don’t mention my grades.”

Ai Mi slammed her hands on the table and Peng TouSi went silent.

Xiong YaoYue acted as if she heard a good tip, “Can you become smart after eating this?”

She rapidly shoveled multiple scoops of caviar in her mouth without even tasting it.

After eating 5 scoops, she stopped and grumbled:

“It feels fishy after eating too much and I don’t think I became any smarter…”

I don’t know if you became smarter, but you look kind of dumb after stuffing your face and staining your face red.

After trying the trying the caviar, she went for the expensive truffles. This time she’s a bit smarter (perhaps it was because of the caviar), she didn’t stuff herself but instead slowly savored the flavors in her mouth.

I was different than her. I prefer eating meat rather than the fishy caviar and strange fungus, so I focused more onto the foie gras. I was too busy too even try the dessert and soup the French chef brought later on.

Every time I ate here, I would always feel there’s a dog under the table, so I asked:

“Where’s Obama?”

“In America?” Xiong YaoYue answered with a bit of confusion.

“Not the president. Ai Mi’s dog is also called Obama.”

“Oh.” Xiong YaoYue lowered her head to continue to exercise her jaw muscles. It seems she doesn’t like dogs as much as the cla.s.s leader.

“Obama went to get some oral care.” Ai Mi replied, “He’s been eating random stuff lately so his mouth stinks. He should be back soon.”

I remember when I was younger, my dad told me the best way of finding truffles was using a dog’s nose. There would be truffle hunters in France and Italy who take their hunting dogs to forests to find truffles.

Since I liked to ‘teach others’, I told them the story of dogs finding truffles. Ai Mi already knew about it so she showed zero interest.

Xiong YaoYue was surprised and asked with caviar stuck on the corners of her lips:

“Can you use dogs to find something so precious? Does Miss Ai Mi’s dog, Obama, also have this ability? If so, please let me borrow him. I’ll bring him to the forest everyday to gather truffles and I can earn the price of a golden necklace in a single day!”

Stop dreaming, gathering truffles is a very technical job. All the hunting dogs need special training, a dumb dog like Obama wouldn’t find anything. At most, he would only p.i.s.s everywhere to mark his territory and confuse the other hunting dogs.

Though I heard from my dad that it’s actually the best to use female pigs to look for truffles as they a contain a compound that excites them. But because pigs love truffles, they might accidentally eat them. So hunters who use pigs to hunt for truffles have to learn how to s.n.a.t.c.h food from a pig’s mouth.

One of the reasons I don’t want to try truffles is because it may have been s.n.a.t.c.hed from a pig’s mouth. I mean it may have even been the pig’s leftovers. I lost all of my appet.i.te once I think of that possibility.

After the sumptuous meal, Xiong YaoYue wiped her mouth clean and held her hands in a prayer.

What religion do you practice? Christians pray before the meal, why are you praying after the meal? Were you too excited before the meal and forgot to do it?

Xiong YaoYue looked towards the empty s.p.a.ce in front of her like she was the most devout follower:

“It was worth living.”

Do you already have no more regrets in life after only one luxurious Western meal? How come you’re so easily satisfied?

A short while later, Obama was led back from the salon with shining teeth.

“So it’s a Husky.” Xiong YaoYue beckoned Obama over, but he only went over to get food without letting her pet his head.

So is his only remaining resolution to allow only me and Ai Mi to pet his head?

After playing outdoors with Obama for a while, Ai Mi began complaining about the sunlight and we all returned back to room 101 with Obama.

“I want to take a bath.” Ai Mi announced, “Winnie, I have a really large whirlpool tub, do you want to bath with me?”

Xiong YaoYue was moved by her invitation and was just itching to strip her clothes off immediately.

“Ye Lin.” She spoke to me with tears in her eyes, “You can kill me after I finish my bath.”

What a strange request. Guys will imagine a lot of things after a girl gets out of a bath, but killing them is definitely not one of those things.

“What are you talking about?” Ai Mi pouted, “Winnie, as long as you remain loyal to me, I will give you benefits. But if you betray me, I’ll ask Peng TouSi to kill you.”

Xiong YaoYue was moved again: “I won’t betray Miss Ai Mi. I still have to become your future bodyguard.”

“You?” Ai Mi was skeptical, “It might be easier in certain aspects, but can you pa.s.s the strict requirements to pa.s.s the bodyguard test?”

“No problem.” Xiong YaoYue vowed, “I’m confident in my physical abilities, and Peng Peng can train me.”

Ai Mi sent a mischievous look at me.

“Manservant, look at Winnie’s diligence. You’ve never said you want to be my bodyguard.”

But I’m already protecting you, do you have to make me wear a suit?

“You can leave.”

Ah, are you going to kick me out because I’m not going to be your bodyguard? What a heartless sister.

Ai Mi frowned.

“What are you standing there for, I told you to leave the room. Do you want to stay here and bath with us?”

“If it’s Ye Lin, then it’s fine…” Xiong YaoYue said but then shut her mouth because she felt something was off.

Thus the dog was left in the living room while I was kicked out.

Ai Mi’s decision was right. If I stayed behind, I would have nothing to. Plus when two girls bathe, they may talk about more private topics. It would feel awkward for me when they start saying things like “Winnie, why is this part whiter than the rest of your body?”.

I walked outside to the flower gardens and saw Peng TouSi watering the flowers. The flower garden under his care were filled with blooming sunflowers.

When he saw me walk out by myself, he asked me quietly:

“Lin, I’m a bit curious. How were you able to earn the twenty thousand you gave Madam Ai ShuQiao.”

I definitely can’t say I made it selling my sister’s underwear. I will be despised for sure if I told Ai Mi’s protector.

“That’s… a business secret. If I told you, you would go do that business instead of being a bodyguard.”

Peng TouSi nodded in understanding, but I had a guilty conscience. It’s a good thing he didn’t ask me in front of Ai Mi.

At this time, Obama diligently came over while holding something white in his mouth.

He scratched my leg with his front paws hoping to get my attention.

I looked down and it was another pair of underwear. Did he bring her underwear looking for a reward again?

After a closer inspection, it wasn’t Ai Mi’s underwear. Ai Mi doesn’t have a lot of plain and simple underwear. That plain white underwear belongs to Xiong YaoYue, I saw it when she was changing on the car.

Since Obama wasn’t able to get any food from me last time with Ai Mi’s underwear, does he now want to try someone else’s underwear? Why does he think he can use a girl’s underwear to exchange something with me?

I pulled the underwear from his mouth, but it was stained with saliva and couldn’t be used anymore.

Peng TouSi sighed, “Obama still can’t get rid of his weird habit.”

I held Xiong YaoYue’s contaminated underwear and hesitated a bit before tossing it into the flower pots.

“Peng TouSi, bury it.”

“Okay.” He readily agreed, “Come and check it out in autumn and see if it grows more underwear…”

Please don’t say unscientific things. Even if you used Jinkela, you can’t grow a panty tree.

I left behind the underwear Peng TouSi buried. To change my mood, I took a stroll around the outside of VIP building.

I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of familiarity.

Not the intimate type, but the type that makes your blood run cold.

I followed the familiar feeling and noticed a girl wearing a floral dress instead of the Qing Zi Academy uniform.

I could tell it’s Xiao Qin from the side profile. Why is she at Qing Zi Academy and how did she get in without an uniform?

Although her specialty is climbing walls, it doesn’t look like she sneaked inside. She was walking around outside even more confidently than the other students.

She was walking with a middle aged man over fifty years old. He had white hairs on the sides of his head but was full of energy. He had a dignified aura and was wearing a full suit.

Am I mistaken. Why would Xiao Qin be with an unknown man on a Sunday instead of being with Auntie Ren?

The second reason why I had doubts if she was Xiao Qin was because she didn’t seem to be acting dumb. She was attentively listening to the man’s words and quietly nodding along.

I’m definitely mistaken, she even seems to be prettier than Xiao Qin.

The girl who looks like Xiao Qin brushed her bangs and that familiar action made my heart tremble.

Was Xiao Qin pretending to be virtuous in front of the middle aged man? Or… was Xiao Qin always acting in front of me to make me like her?

As she was walking with the middle aged man, the girl’s body suddenly trembled and she turned around. It was like a hunting dog who had discovered truffles and she cast her burning gaze towards me.