Chapter 2861 — Little Seven? Yang Qiqi!
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"What's wrong? Never seen it before? It's really good, let me show you!" Wei Zhao assumed Yang Qiqi was afraid to eat it, so he picked up one of the mud balls and cracked it open. Inside, sure enough, lay glistening white fish flesh, fragrant and delicious, its moisture completely preserved. "Here you go!"
Wei Zhao handed the cracked-open fish to Yang Qiqi.
"Mm..." Yang Qiqi felt as if she had drifted back to her childhood. Back then, her father had set them a test of survival on a deserted island, dropping her and the members of her squad at different spots on different islands. Yang Qiqi had been lucky—she and her Brother A-Yi had been left on the same island. Of course, whether that had been her father's deliberate arrangement, she never knew.
There was no food on the island, no drinking water either—it was even harsher than this valley. But Brother A-Yi had gathered dew from the leaves into plastic bags for drinking water, and caught fish in the sea and roasted them for her.
It was also after many days of eating them that Yang Qiqi had grown tired of grilled fish, so she wheedled Brother A-Yi for a change of flavor, and he had racked his brains and made her this very dish—fish wrapped in mud, tender and juicy, a taste Yang Qiqi had never forgotten!
What she remembered was not merely the deliciousness of that roasted fish, but the cherished memory of Brother A-Yi's tender care! Even then, Yang Qiqi had already given him her heart in secret.
Now, beneath the cliff, Yang Qiqi once again beheld that taste from her memories, and a flood of emotion swept over her. The maker was a different person, yet he too cared for her and protected her so gently...
Yang Qiqi took a small bite of the fish, and the taste brought tears to her eyes. It was no different from the flavor in her memory. In a blur, she seemed to return to her childhood, to that deserted island. Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell upon the fish, but she did not mind; she went on eating it carefully, bite by bite...
This fish was not merely food—it was longing and remembrance...
Yang Qiqi's tears gave Wei Zhao quite a fright! However bad the mud fish might taste, surely it wasn't bad enough to make a person cry? Wei Zhao scratched his head, at a loss. When Yang Xiaoxiao had eaten it as a child, she had said it was delicious—had his skill really regressed so much over the years?
The baleful qi of the Five Slays had seeped into Yang Qiqi's body, leaving her so weak she was on the verge of fainting—yet in this moment, she was happy.
What astonished Wei Zhao even more, though, was that this roast fish was not good... so why was Yang Qiqi eating it so quickly? Could it be delicious after all? Then why was she crying? Could it be that she feared the baleful qi entering her body would kill her?
After thinking it over, Wei Zhao concluded that was probably it, and hurried to console her: "Qiqi, don't cry. I'm here—we'll both be fine, we won't die, don't worry... If you really did die, I'd have no way to explain it to Master!"
Wei Zhao meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart. His meaning was plain: he had come out of the assassin corps, and was Master's direct disciple. If Master ever learned that a fellow disciple from the same corps had died at his side, Wei Zhao would lose face as well.