Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 305 The Little Nun 33

"The craftsmanship is pretty good."

Under the moonlight, Ling Yi took a sip of wine, picked up a piece of a side dish that Xue Zhen had personally cooked, and praised it.

After letting the spies go, it was a rare relaxing night.

Yes, of course they're released.

If it weren't for artificial intelligence, who could escape her surveillance?

Thinking of the chaos and turmoil that had ensued because of the information she had deliberately given, Ling Yi felt a surge of joy.

General Xue, in a good mood, took the initiative to cook a few dishes and enjoyed the moon with Ling Yi.

The fact that he uttered those two elegant words left Ling Yi momentarily stunned.

Based on Ling Yi's understanding of his single-mindedness, it was normal for him to say that the moon looked like a pancake tonight, while moon-viewing was a purely fantastical thing.

Well, he really didn't really want to admire the moon.

After all, such an elegant affair is meant to be enjoyed with small pastries and sake.

What Xue Zhen gave him, however, was braised pork knuckle and strong liquor, a practical gift that perfectly suited his character.

Xue Zhen took a sip of strong liquor, a hint of smugness in his eyes: "My cooking skills are pretty good, aren't they?"

Ling Yi was so spicy that she could only give a thumbs up, and the frown on her face gave Xue Zhen a strange fright.

Without making a sound, Xue Zhen withdrew his gaze from her suddenly flushed face, his voice a little unnatural: "When I was a child, my dream was to be a chef, and I secretly learned from the master chef in a restaurant for several years."

As if thinking of something, Xue Zhen's lips curled up slightly: "It's a pity that my father still found out. He hung me up and beat me up before sending me to the martial arts school to learn kung fu. Otherwise, I might be the head chef of some restaurant now."

When talking about the cook, he became radiant, even happier than when he had won countless battles.

Ling Yi rested her chin on her hand and looked at him with a smile: "Once the world is at peace, General, you can become a cook again."

Xue Zhen chuckled: "By then, who will still appreciate my cooking skills?"

Even if you served pig feed, some people would probably hold their noses and say it's delicious.

The alcohol was really strong. Ling Yi's mind was still very clear, but her body was starting to go out of control.

She shook her finger, her voice sounding somewhat cold and mechanical, yet upon closer listening, it was also gentle: "I will."

"General, rest assured, I am definitely the best diner."

She has tasted countless delicacies from around the world and is able to offer him good advice.

Seeing that she still wanted to drink, Xue Zhen frowned and pressed down on her wrist.

Because of the alcohol, her skin was a little hot, so Xue Zhen only touched it briefly before withdrawing his hand.

He said helplessly, "Stop drinking. I've prepared a whole table of delicious food. You'll get drunk after just one bite."

This drunkard.

Ling Yi propped her hand on the side of her face, squeezing out flesh from her small face, which looked rather cute.

Xue Zhen didn't know why he had to use those two words on her, but just thinking about them made his heart tremble inexplicably.

Even if he was foolish, he now knew his own feelings.

But I heard that she was originally a nun, and that she told her master that she would go back to chant sutras with her after the war was over.

But where in this world can you find a nun who eats meat, drinks alcohol, and kills people?

Such a person is someone you should spend your time with in the mundane world.

If they really want to become nuns, they should wait until they are seventy or eighty years old, and then he and she can become monks together.

"General, are you thinking about strange things again?" Ling Yi said what she should have been thinking, and even waved her hand provocatively in front of Xue Zhen: "When you're thinking about things, you should do it in private, or someone will find out immediately."

Grabbing the hand in front of him, Xue Zhen snapped out of his reverie and said helplessly, "You're really drunk."

In the past, although she instructed him as if he were a child, at least her tone was respectful. But now?

They all told him to his face that he wasn't thinking straight.

It's not that he's not smart; he's just too lazy to think about useless things.

"Thinking again." Ling Yi sighed at his incorrigible son and slammed her hand on the table: "Just say what you have to say, or I'll pass out from drinking."

Her straightforward manner made Xue Zhen want to pinch her cheek, but he restrained himself when he thought of the ruthless way she had stabbed him in the neck.

"I have something I want to say to you." Xue Zhen carefully chose his words. He didn't know if the drunkard would remember his words when he woke up tomorrow, but he still wanted to say it.

The battlefield is unpredictable; even the most capable general can die from a single arrow. He couldn't guarantee he would survive the next battle, nor did he want to leave any regrets on his journey to the afterlife.

So, from the moment he and Ling Yi agreed to send the signal for a duel to the Southern Army, he began preparing today's meal.

"Go ahead," Ling Yi said, her eyelids heavy.

“If… I mean, if,” Xue Zhen’s tone was unusually cautious, “if I survive the upcoming war, may I propose marriage to you?”

"With all the proper matchmakers and betrothal gifts, I wish to marry you."

Xue Zhen clenched his fists tightly under the stone table, his eyes burning as he awaited Ling Yi's answer.

This was a method he came up with after thinking about it for a long time after realizing his own feelings.

A delicious meal and a bright, high-hanging moon—this was the perfect atmosphere he could think of for discussing such matters.

The hand that wouldn't obey her finally gave way, and Ling Yi's head collapsed onto the stone table. She rested her face on her arm, looked at Xue Zhen's awkward expression, and chuckled.

This guy is truly a pure ancient person with absolutely no romantic sense.

He doesn't know what love is, nor does he know the meaning of tact. He just blurts out to a girl, "I want to marry you."

Not to mention, this is all predicated on surviving the war.

He was just like an old general on the battlefield, covered in flags.

She laughed heartily, and Xue Zhen didn't dare to disturb her, only staring at her nervously, waiting for her result.

Although what a drunkard says may not be true, at least it's some consolation.

"You can't say things like that before a war, you know?"

Xue Zhen's bright eyes dimmed slightly, thinking this was Ling Yi's tactful rejection. He wasn't the kind of person who was shameless and persistent, so he suppressed his disappointment and sadness and said in a low voice, "You're drunk. I'll have someone take you back to your room."

Ling Yi slowly caressed Xue Zhen's collar with her free hand across the table, then pulled him down to sit.

She lifted her eyelids and asked lazily, "If I can't give the general a satisfactory answer, you won't even let me eat my fill?"

"No." Xue Zhen, a huge man, was at a loss as to how to position his limbs.

Simply because that distance was a bit too much for him.

Back when Ling Yi was his brother, he never had any ill intentions when he tackled Ling Yi in the training ground.

But now...

The breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, was so close yet so close, that it made his whole body stiffen.

Ling Yi pulled him closer to her little by little, and asked with a smile, "Don't you consider me a brother? Are you usually this awkward when you're close to your brothers?"