Chapter 118: Long Time No See
After determining her goal, Ji Ma was no longer at a loss and enthusiastically began the preliminary preparations for writing her novel, preparing outlines, materials, and so on.
During the day, she was busy not only preparing for her green hat stories but also busy with pharmaceutical work, alchemy, developing various potions, and practicing her dance skills, with no time to go to the imperial capital, where Adolf was funding a large number of fallen young women and housewives.
Of course, she never missed her daily lessons with Jenna. Jenna studied very seriously, and Ji Ma taught her with great diligence.
Unknowingly, half a month passed, and Jenna had already gone through her first practical exercise with Ji Ma. Ji Ma held a black spear; at first, she was worried about whether Jenna could handle it, but she underestimated Jenna’s spirit of dedication. After the initial period of discomfort was over, Jenna fearlessly faced Ji Ma’s black spear and engaged in battle—mainly because Ji Ma assured her that the black spear was a complete simulation, modeled after George.
Despite Jenna’s commendable courage and her superior physical condition compared to Ji Ma, she was still far from being Ji Ma’s match in the training arena. Ji Ma did not hold back at all; she knew that when dealing with a novice, one had to go all out from the start, and the black spear in her hand continuously thrust with precision and force.
At the beginning, Jenna could still remember the “sword techniques” Ji Ma taught her and managed to respond, but as the sparring continued, she lost her composure and forgot the techniques, ultimately only able to endure the blows. Exhausted, sweating profusely, with her legs giving out, she collapsed onto the ground and could only let Ji Ma have her way.
In the end, Ji Ma gave her a score of ten out of a hundred, with the ten points being encouragement because Jenna at least managed to keep going.
Looking at her pitifully low score, Jenna secretly resolved to work hard to learn the “sword techniques” and strive to pass her training as soon as possible.
Her performance earned her praise and encouragement from Ji Ma.
The next morning, after most of her needs were met, Ji Ma was quite happy. Before sending Jenna off, she made a steak for breakfast from the beef she had just butchered the night before and invited Jenna to eat before she left.
Jenna was quite surprised that breakfast could be prepared this way. It wasn’t until Ji Ma mentioned that this steak combined alchemy and could enhance physical strength to aid learning that Jenna ate a few more bites.
After sending Jenna off, Ji Ma had two more guests.
As a meteor streaked across the false blue sky, visitors appeared at the entrance of Ji Ma’s restaurant.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Ji Ma, who was eating her steak, looked up and said, “Come in.”
The large double doors opened, revealing George, tall and well-built, whom she hadn’t seen for half a month. He was still wearing his clean armor. The second guest, a ginger cat named Lianxi, was viciously biting his sleeve, hanging in mid-air.
It felt like a long time since she had seen George.
Ji Ma put down her chopsticks, propped her cheek on her hand, unknowingly crossed her legs, and her long legs were only covered by a thin layer of black stockings, revealing her fair skin and a captivating smile.
She said, “George, long time no see. How have you been lately?”
George walked over and said, “Every day competing in martial arts with a bunch of combat-hungry knights; they keep coming in droves.”
“And your cat?”
George raised his hand, and the orange cat, which was becoming increasingly round, swayed on his sleeve. He said, “She seems to be in heat; she just loves to bite me.”
“She’s a cat person.”
“Can you make her let go?”
“Xiao Li, let go.”
Lianxi released her bite, falling to the floor with a thud, quickly darting up onto Ji Ma’s lap.
Ji Ma patted the orange cat’s back. Ever since she began feeding Lianxi, the cat’s feel had been getting better and better.
George sat directly next to Ji Ma, pointing at the large pieces of steak on the plate, “Steak?”
This green-hat kid really doesn’t treat himself as an outsider.
“Yes, breakfast. Don’t you find it strange?”
“I’m just curious why you like using chopsticks?”
“I eat how I want and whatever I want.”
There was still plenty of steak piled on the plate in front of Ji Ma.
George moved his fingers, asking, “Is it prepared for me?”
“Eat if you want; just assume I feel sorry for you.”
George picked up Ji Ma’s unused knife and fork and quickly finished off a piece of steak.
Seeing George eat with great enthusiasm, Ji Ma felt an inexplicable comfort, especially when he finished a piece of steak that was left over from her plate.
Once he finished eating, Ji Ma asked:
“Any dishes I made that you miss?”
“I miss them a lot.” George wiped away the juices at the corners of his mouth with a napkin, “I want to ask you how you manage to cook the steak to a consistent doneness?”
Is that the question you’re going to ask? This scoundrel is indeed a scoundrel; he should be happily with Frost Leaf over there; maybe he found someone else and enjoys a three-way more than I do.
Ji Ma said, “Simple, boiled water.”
“Boiled water?”
“Seal the plastic bag, extract the air, and then throw it into 71-degree hot water to boil for an hour and a half. After that, take it out to sear. It’s very convenient—no need to consider the heat; even an idiot can do it.”
“Plastic bag?”
“A kind of flexible material.” Ji Ma said, “If you ask more, it involves my core secrets, so I can’t say more.”
“Ji Ma, I have three things to discuss here.”
“Go ahead.”
“Let’s meet every evening; if there’s something I need, I can contact you.”
This is a serious matter and also Ji Ma’s business. Although it might expose her teaching of Jenna, wouldn’t that be more exciting? If there’s no one to suffer from the NTR, it doesn’t count, and being discovered would just mean getting a spanking.
“Sure,” Ji Ma said, “We’ll report to each other every night. I’ll wash your clothes, and after reporting, you can leave. I like to be free and unrestrained.”
“Okay.” George nodded, with no visible change in expression, still serious like before.
Ji Ma felt inexplicably disappointed.
Doesn’t this scoundrel like my body? How can he react so indifferently to such heartless words? Hmph, he must have emptied himself and entered a state of reason, starting to find me ugly.
Ji Ma thought of the always-grumpy elf Frost Leaf.
Her pair of long legs really wasn’t doing well; she was so jealous of George, this green-hat kid.
“The second thing I want to ask is about the follow-up on that battle?”
“Who?”
“Start with you.”
“Me? Although the celebration banquet hasn’t been held yet, the emperor said he would invite me to Adolf, but he has already pardoned my crimes.” Ji Ma stared at George’s face.
George asked, “Why have you been staring at my face since the beginning? What are you looking at?”
“I thought you might feel uncomfortable.” Ji Ma said, “The law ultimately pardoned me, the criminal.”
“I don’t think you committed any crime,” George said. “If that’s the law, then so be it.”
“Have you seen the battle report I wrote about that Akarnis guy? You know he pretended to be a goblin shaman, right?”
“I’ve seen it; your handwriting is quite messy.”
“Hey, that’s not the point.” Ji Ma said, “He lost an arm, and the emperor sent someone to fit him with a left-hand prosthetic. I heard it was quite expensive, and he was also invited to the celebration banquet.”
“That’s quite strange,” George said, “He’s a shameless villain yet somehow loyal to the emperor.”
“Forget about loyalty; he just finds it fun to do that, so he did. He walked around with a beast’s head, telling everyone he backstabbed others and that he impersonated a goblin shaman.” Ji Ma said, “Unfortunately, the greenskins were too busy fighting each other and didn’t care about him, causing him to not eat for three days.”
“Some people don’t have a childhood, which is why they live like playful children when they grow up.”
“You actually have a positive opinion of him? A valiant fighter for order and goodness.”
“In my view, children are the age group of humanity that is closest to beasts,” George said. “They don’t care about others, bully the weak, and lack any moral sense.”
“You actually share my viewpoint.” Ji Ma said, “Then why are you still trying to make me have eggs?”
“Only with the love of parents can a child transform from a beast into a human.” George said, “I hope our child will be a good person.”
“You’re terrifying; you don’t seem to have any shame when you speak.” Ji Ma shifted her butt to sit further away from him, “And you’ve made the compulsory egg-laying sound so sweet.”
“And the third thing.”
Ji Ma interjected:
“I guess you want me to help you carry armor, right? After all, knights are such vain creatures; when they gather, they have to compare whose armor is sturdier, which is the latest model, and whether it’s beautiful enough. They dress up like proud roosters, colorful all over, and fight together.”
“If you hadn’t said it, I would have forgotten,” George said, “Maybe it’s my fame, and many people praise my armor as plain and practical, unlike those flashy ones, but those are just hypocritical flattery. If you could help me get the full body armor from the super gothic style, that would be great.”
“Oh, I’m so lazy.” Ji Ma simply flopped down on the table, “Just thinking about having to run to the white city that doesn’t allow my entry again, and enjoying the high treatment by the temple for uncontrollable extraordinary items, makes me not want to move.”
“I understand you.”
“Well, that’s all three matters, and you’re full now.” Ji Ma lightly kicked him with her toes, “You can leave now.”
Lianxi lifted her head and called out, “Meow, meow, meow.” (Get lost, get lost.)
“I haven’t said the third thing yet.”
What she just guessed was only to prompt George’s conversation.
“Quickly say it, quickly say it. I still have to go write my novel.”
George’s blue eyes seriously met Ji Ma’s golden ones: “I miss you, Ji Ma. I miss your soft lips and the feeling of holding you.”
Ji Ma’s face felt like it had been set on fire, warm all over; she sensed an electric current flowing down her neck, making her feel tingly and numb.
“Ah… okay… you little rascal…” Ji Ma recovered a few seconds later, “You really know how to sweet-talk.”
George directly embraced her, kissing Ji Ma’s lips, reliving the tenderness of her mouth.
Lianxi emitted a hissing warning sound. Ji Ma waved her hand, pushing Lianxi off her lap. Lianxi felt the helplessness of her owner. Her cat ears drooping, she took a few steps back, turning to look at the two embracing each other, as a tear fell from her cat eyes.
It’s all my fault; I couldn’t protect my owner well.
Thinking this, she quickly dashed out of the room.
After the two separated, Ji Ma pulled her tail out of his fingers and said, “Kid, do you want to come to my bedroom? Hmph, look at you all excited; I’m just inviting you to sit in my bedroom, that’s all.”
This poor little green-hat kid still doesn’t know that his fiancée’s original playthings are still hidden under the bed.
Ji Ma and George together sat on the golden cloud to the bedroom. When the door opened, they both saw a black spear placed in a box that was slightly wet.
