I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 459 Forbidden_1

Chapter 459: Chapter 459 Forbidden_1

Inviting a girl to dinner is a matter of great delicacy.

First, you need to clarify the purpose of inviting this girl to dinner. If she is a work colleague, then a business meal is naturally in order; if she is the object of your secret affection, then you’ll definitely break the bank to treat her to an expensive yet scanty French meal, with a pretentiousness off the charts.

Of course, if the other person is Xian Qianling, then it’s simple.

Ten minutes later, you drove into the old city area, randomly found a parking spot, got out of the car, and randomly chose a noodle shop.

Hmm?

Wait a minute!

Just as you entered the noodle shop, you backed out a few steps and looked up at the sign—dog meat noodles!

"You can’t eat that stuff; once you’re in the Underworld, you won’t have peace!"

You grumbled to yourself and turned to the beef noodle shop next door.

"Hang on a minute!" As you were turning around, the noodle shop owner, who was cutting dog meat, came over with a dirty apron and a cleaver in hand, waving it angrily and glaring, "What did you just say? Say it again if you dare!"

Heh, this little guy is quite troublesome!

Smiling at the noodle shop owner, you looked him up and down and said, "Uncle, I want to ask you something."

"What?"

The noodle shop owner was a middle-aged fellow, already at the age of thinning hair, with a beer belly like a pregnant woman’s. Perhaps because he’s been killing dogs for many years, his appearance seemed rather fierce, and his tone was very aggressive, as if he was the type to turn to the cleaver if you crossed him.

"When did you start this line of work?"

"Hmph, what’s it to you?"

"Ah, I’m just asking, here, this is for your interview." Saying that, you pulled out a hundred yuan note from your wallet and handed it to the noodle shop owner.

The noodle shop owner was clearly someone whose eyes lit up at the sight of money. After taking the bill, his demeanor immediately changed, and he smiled ear to ear, inviting you to come in and sit.

"No need to go inside; let’s just stand here and chat. I’ll ask, you answer."

"Alright."

"Same question as before: when did you start in this line of work?"

The noodle shop owner thought for a moment and said, "I remember, I must have started killing dogs when I was thirteen."

"How many dogs do you kill in a year?"

"You should ask how many I kill in a month! Haha, young man, don’t be fooled by the size of my shop; there are plenty of people coming here for dog meat. On a good day, I have to kill four or five dogs!"

You nodded, then continued asking, "So, do you eat dog meat yourself?"

"Eat, of course I eat! My own dog meat is so fragrant and fresh, why wouldn’t I eat it?"

Raising an eyebrow, you chuckled and said, "I see, well, uncle, don’t take offense at my prying, but when I was a kid, my grandma would often warn me never to eat dog meat, because after a person dies and crosses Three Origins River and reaches the Five Fold Mountains, there’s a place called Crazy Dog Pass. All those who have eaten dog meat have to go through there, and as for what happens next, let’s just say... the way you eat dogs, the dogs eat you..."

"Hmph, to think a learned young man like you would believe such feudal superstition!"

With that, the noodle shop owner turned and went back inside his shop. You could clearly see that his knife-holding hand was visibly shaking.

At this moment, Xian Qianling came over, holding Little Hei, and said to you, "You’re at least a club president, and this is what you’re treating me to? Let me make it clear in advance, I don’t eat dog meat."

"Brother keeps a dog, how could he possibly eat dog meat?"

Saying so, you walked straight to the Lanzhou noodle shop nearby.

"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles!"

Unlike those rich girls decked out in gold and draped in designer brands, Xian Qianling’s temperament might have gone a bit crazy, but now, it seemed charmingly straightforward.

At least she’s not pretentious, she entered the noodle shop holding Little Mo, completely disregarding the stares from the people around her, and sat down directly opposite to you. To the attentive waiter who came over, she said, "I’ll also have a bowl of beef noodles."

Luckily, it wasn’t mealtime, or there would have definitely been more onlookers, even though there were still two young people secretly filming Xian Qianling with their phones.

Putting aside Xian Qianling’s attention-grabbing appearance, just her sexy and cool racing suit alone was enough to capture everyone’s attention.

In front of strangers, Xian Qianling was haughty and as cold as ice because no idiot dared to strike up a conversation with her, and there was no sign of hooligans, thugs, or bumpkins coming over looking for trouble. The cliché plots often seen in urban YY (wish-fulfillment) novels naturally didn’t happen.

Speaking of which, you were even thinking of finding a few people to thrash.

A bowl of noodles was polished off in no time.

After finishing the noodles, Xian Qianling sat in the passenger seat of your car.

You looked at her, and she was hesitating as if she had something to say but kept stopping herself.

"Hey, I’m telling you, Crazy Woman, I don’t have anything to do now and am planning to go home. You’re not planning to follow me, are you?"

Xian Qianling’s expression seemed a bit weird, or rather, awkward — yes, that’s the word; awkward. Normally, just the three words "Crazy Woman" would be enough to set her off for a few minutes.

You looked at her steadily and chuckled, "Just speak up. Seeing that expression of yours really gives me a stomach ache."

Xian Qianling was unusually good-tempered today, not getting angry even after you said that.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke to you: "You... I heard what you said to the owner of the noodle shop earlier."

"Uh-huh, and then?"

"My... my brother and my grandfather both have a hobby, which is..."

In your opinion, Xian Qianling has always been a decisive and quick-acting Crazy Woman, but now she was acting like she was coy, of all things!

Oh, that’s wrong – she’s indeed a woman!

You looked at her, preempted the conversation, and said, "You better not tell me that Xian Qianzhong, that wimp, and your grandfather both like to eat dog meat?"

"Uh-huh, yes." Xian Qianling nodded her head.

"Eat a lot?" you asked another question.

"Not that frequently, but during festivals, there’s always such a dish at home. My grandfather ate it more when he was younger."

Hearing this, you couldn’t help but shake your head and sigh, "I really can’t understand, with humans having such a rich variety of foods — chicken, duck, beef, mutton, fish, and all kinds of exotic delicacies — why would they specifically choose to eat dog meat? Even cat meat or rat meat wouldn’t be a problem!"

Upon hearing the jarring term "cat meat," Little Mo, who had been playing around on the empty spot above the car’s console, suddenly froze, quickly jumped into Xian Qianling’s arms, and didn’t dare lift its head.

While stroking Little Mo’s head, Xian Qianling looked up and asked, "Why among so many animals is it that dogs’ meat can’t be eaten?"

"This topic, if brought up, could go on forever." You obviously weren’t in the mood for a lengthy discourse, but you still prepared to spell out the serious implications, especially since China’s bad habit of eating dog meat was also a subject of condemnation by developed countries.

You began speaking to Xian Qianling, "Do you know who Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is?"