Guide To Train My Beast Husbands

Chapter 330: Winning Hearts (II)

The mers rushed at once. When Ruan Chanchan saw their actions, she was stunned. Because their manner was way too chaotic. If they kept rushing like this, then they would end up shoving and pushing her. Startled, she raised the sharpened bone knife with the same energy as that of a project manager who had three hours of deadline left. "Everyone, line up! If any of you dared to act like an uncivilised baboon, then you and I will have something to talk about, and you do not want me to talk to you about anything!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as she glared at the mers who were charging at her as if she were their enemy.

The mers – delicate and ethereal looking with scales that were now shimmering under the brilliant radiance of the sun like expensive silk – all flinched at once. They were the strongest warriors of the tribe, and this was the first time someone had treated them like spoiled brats. Most of the time, women and men would lower their heads and treat them with the respect that they deserved. But what else could they do? Ruan Chanchan was the one who had cooked this feast, and she had the last say when it came to letting them eat it or not.

They all glanced at the feast that Ruan Chanchan had prepared and could not help but whine. This woman was really cruel. The smell coming from the boiled meat was really something. It was not just meat that had been cooked; it was a violent, aromatic assault from which they were suffering. They closed their eyes, trying to collect whatever control they had within them.

"But...but you said that we could eat it," One of the mers asked in a slow, begging voice. There was a whine between his words. In his eyes, the meal that Ruan Chanchan had prepared was nothing less than a miracle that they had experienced for the first time.

"Get in line," Ruan Chanchan repeated. She raised the knife in the air and started to cut the succulent piece of meat into small pieces before putting them in several leaves. Ruan Chanchan seemed to have understood that there was no point in trying to make these people turn civilised all of a sudden. If she wanted order, then she had to arrange it.

The mers looked at one another before they started to swarm front and back. They were mers who were always given meat and the finest things first in the tribe, and now, because of a woman who did not even have a totem core, were now reduced to pushing and shoving each other to one side to get a piece of that buttery, succulent flesh. It was a chaotic mess as the mers lined up slowly.

Soon, they were all lined up in a straight line, and Ruan Chanchan was serving them like a mess warden.

It took some time for things to settle down, and soon the entire square was filled with the sound of chewing and muffled moans of delight. Ruan Chanchan watched the mers, and a satisfied gleam flashed in her eyes as the sound of goodwill points started to ring in her head.

Yes, this is what I wanted. As long as these people are won over, the next level of the supermarket will be open in just a few days!

"What is going on here?" A voice filled with a regal aura washed over the crowd. Everyone paused and turned to look at the prince, who seemed to be gliding rather than walking. He strode toward the square with the terrifying confidence of a mer who knew that he was the apex predator of the tribe. His hair flowed behind him as he walked toward them; his eyes were sharp, cold and devastatingly beautiful as he gazed at the situation in front of him. He looked at Ruan Chanchan and then at the shells and the ecstatic mers.

He glanced at the crowd that looked like they had been in a brawl and frowned. "What is this? What kind of manners are you showing in front of our guest?"

Ruan Chanchan turned to look at the prince and adopted an oily voice. She said, "It’s nothing but lunch, your highness. I prepared something good for the tribe’s children and asked the processing team to taste test it so that they could tell me whether the meal I cooked was a good one or not. I may be a guest but I cannot just give something offhanded to the children."

Ruan Chanchan was speaking with a smile, but inwardly she was grinding her teeth. So this mer knew that she was a guest; given the tasks that he kept handing her, she was worried that he took her as a member of his tribe.

As soon as she finished speaking, Rong Xian frowned. He took a look at the skewers that Ruan Chanchan had prepared for the kids and the mers and a weird emotion welled up in his heart. Why did this woman not bring such a good thing to him first and ask these mers to eat it? If she wanted to know if the meal she cooked was a good one or not, he was the perfect person for the job.

He stared at the meat and then looked at Ruan Chanchan’s soot-smudged face. Then, with a deliberate grace, he held his hand out.

"What?" Ruan Chanchan looked at the hand that was stretched in front of her and frowned hard. What did the mer mean by this?

"The meat. Hand it over to me." The prince stopped himself from rolling his eyes when he saw that the woman was so confused because of his little action.

Ruan Chanchan realised what the mer meant and immediately handed him the skewer that she had prepared.

The mer took a bite after taking the skewer from Ruan Chanchan.

And at that very moment time seemed to have stopped.