# Chapter 29
"What's wrong?" Yang Yun asked, turning back when he saw me stop suddenly.
"Nothing." I shook my head and hurried to catch up.
Though the restaurant was built inside a Mongolian yurt, to me it seemed like a total bait-and-switch, because whether it was the interior decoration or the food, everything felt more like Korean BBQ. Fortunately, the servers were still wearing traditional Mongolian costumes, so sitting inside still gave a little feel of grassland scenery.
Lazy people don't have the right to be picky, so I'd eat anything normal. Chin in hand, I watched Yang Yun order, and since there wasn't anything weird, I didn't object.
"What would you like to drink? Our 'Knockout Donkey' is quite special—it's authentic grassland medicinal wine." The server enthusiastically recommended.
Yang Yun looked at me. "Having BBQ without drinks just isn't fun."
"No fun就没fun. I'm not drinking anyway." Are you kidding me? If I went back smelling like alcohol, that would be asking for death. Plus, my alcohol tolerance is terrible—万一I got drunk and started rambling nonsense, saying things I shouldn't—that would be waiting for Shang Guan to skin me alive and draw my tendons.
Yang Yun shrugged regretfully. "Fine, one bottle then. Don't glare at me—I'll drink it myself, won't force you."
I rolled my eyes. "Fair warning, I'm not driving. If you get drunk, don't expect me to take you home!" Drunk people are terrifying. Even if he didn't make a scene, comparing our heights... just lifting him alone would exhaust me to death.
He grinned, not caring at all. The server nearby explained that the Knockout Donkey came in small bottles—only about three ounces.
Soon the food arrived one dish after another. Lamb chops, vegetables, beef—all grilled, but all looked delicious. I picked up a lamb chop and took a couple bites. Before I could even taste it properly, I heard Yang Yun sigh. "After eating all this烤肉, the roasted sweet potatoes from two years ago were still the most delicious."
Roasted sweet potatoes? Are sweet potatoes meat?
I was still confused when his face filled with nostalgia. "A Yi, you know what's actually best for BBQ? Rat meat..."
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"Don't underestimate rats—those little creatures are actually one of the animals most similar to humans. That's why scientific experiments always use rats. Rats and humans share ninety percent of the same genes, meaning rats and humans only differ by one-tenth. So we could also say rat meat and human meat are nearly identical. But they say human meat is sour, so in that regard rat meat completely lacks the drawback of human meat..."
He kept talking on and on about rat meat. My face went from pale to green to pale to green again. Staring at the grilled beef in front of me, I felt waves of nausea rising. When he started describing the texture of rat meat, I couldn't hold back any longer and roared: "Are you trying to ruin anyone's appetite!"
"Hmm?" Yang Yun stopped, blinking innocently. "I'm just helping you discover delicious cuisine, helping you work up an appetite, right?"
"Work up my appetite? Why don't you just recommend human corpse meat while you're at it?"
His eyes went wide, face full of shock. "A Yi, I didn't know you had that kind of preference..."
I was so angry I nearly vomited blood. My hand gripped the metal skewer on the table, wanting to stab this guy to death. Fortunately, that horrifying thought only flashed through my mind, but if he kept rambling like this, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't do something drastic.
Just as I was about to explode from anger, he suddenly grinned. "Hehe, A Yi, you finally got angry."
"Huh?"
"Xiao Wei said you have an amazing temperament—no matter how much she teased, you never got angry. But I still got you angry, right?"
I opened my mouth wide, staring at him in stunned silence.
"But you really do have a great temperament. It took me five whole days of teasing to make you angry. Tsk tsk, that's almost catching up to Brother Fei's record."
I had no idea how to react anymore. Finally, I managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Are you saying, you've been sticking close to me all this time just to make me angry?"
"Well, that, and also because A Yi is so cute. Hanging out with you is really fun. If it were some boring person, I'd pay them not to hang out." He had that look of someone doing you a favor by teasing you.
I sat there numbly, unable to say what I was feeling inside. Grievance? Rage? Anger? It felt like all of it, but also like none of it.