There was no way she was going to take that kind of joking emphasis as a confession!
Fengguang grabbed him by the collar and said, “Principal, if you keep making jokes like that, I’ll report you to the Department of Education!”
“No matter what, I’m still your lifesaver. Forget repaying me with your body—you’re actually going to report me…” Ming An took a few steps, set her down on a chair by the dining table, and sighed dramatically in a tone of mock grievance. “I really am a good guy who never gets rewarded.”
Fengguang snorted. “That kind of joke isn’t funny at all. You’re a hunter, I’m a vampire. If we got together, we’d be arrested and put on trial by the Elder Council and the Hunters’ Association.”
“That’s true…” Ming An sat down beside her. His expression didn’t look serious in the slightest as he casually said, “Then why don’t we just shut down the Hunters’ Association and the Elder Council?”
“If you’re capable of that, go ahead and try.” Since he was joking, she answered jokingly as well. “Maybe once the Hunters’ Association and the Elder Council are gone, I’ll consider you.”
“Hey, little girl—you said that yourself.”
“I did. And I’m not taking it back.”
The corner of Ming An’s lips lifted slightly, clearly pleased. He set the tableware in front of her. “Eat.”
“This black… lump—what is it?” She stared at the thing on the plate for a long time and still couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to be.
“An egg sandwich. I made it.” Seeing her indescribable expression, Ming An added earnestly, “It doesn’t look great, but it actually tastes pretty good.”
“Mm~” She shook her head. “I’m not eating it. I’ll get poisoned.”
“You’re a vampire—poison won’t kill you. What are you afraid of?”
“It’ll make my stomach feel awful.”
She wasn’t wrong. Ming An let go of the plate and asked, trying to negotiate, “Then what do you want me to do? This is the only dish I know how to make.”
“How did you survive all those years being single?”
“Before instant noodles existed, I lived on canned food. Later, once instant noodles came along…”
“So you just ate instant noodles every day.” She pursed her lips. “You’ve been eating like that for ages, and nothing ever went wrong.”
“That’s one of the perks of being turned into a vampire. No matter how much junk food I eat, nothing happens to me.” When he saw her glaring at him, Ming An sighed. “Miss, how about I go down the mountain and buy you some sweet-and-sour spare ribs?”
He still remembered that one time at the hotel—she’d ordered three plates of sweet-and-sour spare ribs, didn’t get tired of them, and finished every last bite.
“Sweet-and-sour spare ribs…” Fengguang thought for a moment, then shook her head.
“Then… cola chicken wings?”
She shook her head again.
Ming An rattled off several more dishes, but she rejected every one of them. Exhausted, he asked, “Miss, what do you actually want to eat?”
“I don’t know…” She looked confused, realizing she had no appetite at all for the foods she used to love. Puzzled, she said, “This is so strange… why don’t I want to eat anything?”
Ming An lowered his eyelids slightly, his lashes casting shadows over his dark eyes. A hint of mystery slipped into his lazy voice. “Maybe once you’re really hungry, you’ll want to eat.”
“Really?” Fengguang blinked and accepted his explanation. The topic of food ended there. Remembering what had happened the day before, she asked, “After you saved me yesterday, did those two werewolves give you any trouble?”