Everyone knows about the farting episode.
The ones who spread it out describe the event wonderfully as though it is a legend of the ancient past. The beautiful words that describe a person's farting are indeed very majestic that even the Empress Dowager could not help but want to write it on the record. Lin Mian Mian's orchestrated farting is just the best in the world.
"Like the winds from the northern mountains, the sound of the rumbling was akin to a dragon's snore! The vibrations it caused made the people silent from waiting, wondering when the next one will come-"
Lin Mian Mian threw the pamphlet that contained the poems for the farting god. His face is already black from the shame that he received from the earlier encounter, added by the flames of these people who thought that his farting is an adorable joke.
Adorable? What is adorable with that? Was farting such a cute thing that you have some free time writing about it? Why not try to learn some tax reforms than writing about such useless gas? You could have created some godly idea than to become so enthusiastically artistic like this!
SUCH A WASTE OF TALENT!
#Everyone is teasing me. Internet people, how to deal with this? T_T #
Lin Mian Mian paced around for a while before sitting down on the nearby chair. Lu Mao just entered the room carrying a tray when he found pieces of crumpled paper scattered unto the corner. He made a praying gesture and thought that whoever wrote those 'wonderful poems' must be courting death. Let's wait for a while before Lin Mian Mian's mood swings will suddenly order the people to kill that scholar.
Seeing his master puffing his cheeks like an angry squirrel, Lu Mao quickly entered his role. Though his master looks very cute with his appearance, he must consider that any strong emotions might be harmful to the baby. He must appease him quickly or it will give unwanted results.
"Master Lin, I brought the green mangoes that you asked," Lu Mao showed the sour-smelling unpeeled fruit. "Would Master want to eat it here or to the pavilion?"
Lin Mian Mian's keen senses had already smelled the fruit earlier and could not help but to have his mouth water. He gulped his saliva down as he stood up to see the fruit. His bad mood was easily lifted as he chose the mango to eat by size. Lu Mao watched Lin Mian Mian took the largest and probably the sourest piece among the fruits.
"I can already taste this one by just the smell," Lin Mian Mian said with starry eyes. "I'll just eat it here. No need for unnecessary things. Wait, I'll help you peel it..."
"O-Okay," Lu Mao was not able to make a move when Lin Mian Mian just peeled the mango.
With skilled hands, Lin Mian Mian gracefully peeled the fruit and then sliced it to strips. Lu Mao took this chance to bring the condiments on the side table. Lin Mian Mian busied himself as he peels fruit and eats them with delight, ignoring the mess that he created. Lu Mao could not help but heave a sigh as he watches his Master Lin enjoy eating.
Pregnant people sure look very blessed and happy.
Lu Mao could not help but recall the words Lin Mian Mian told them on that day. After knowing the tea and cookies was poisoned, then why would they master want to consume it? Is he not afraid that it will affect the baby? When they thought that Lin Mian Mian wanted to give up the life of the seedling, Lin Mian Mian's words made them look at him with amazement.
That plan is very effective. Though, they could only do it once.
Failure is not an option.
Despite the wonders of the farting episode, Lin Mian Mian did not shy out and hide back to his house again. Instead, he became more active and unrestrained; even used that incident as a conversational opener.
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