Rem and Ram worked swiftly, preparing a cup filled with green liquid and placing it in front of the boiling sheep.
"Guest, grass juice," Rem softly offered, to which the boiling sheep, Yangyang, nodded in thanks.
Unexpectedly, the phrase "Arigado" flashed in Ron's mind as Yangyang accepted the drink and sipped it without the earlier agitation, seemingly confirming the absence of potential danger around them.
Yangyang drank most of the grass juice in one go, murmuring to himself, "The grass here is so fresh, unlike the grass on our plains that we eat every day."
Ron chuckled and offered, "I like it here, I could take some grass back when I leave."
However, Yangyang glanced at the moon outside and smiled wistfully, "Forget it, I still prefer the grass on the grassland. Even if it's not fresh, at least it's the same grass she eats."
Ron couldn't help but acknowledge Yangyang's heartfelt sentiments, noting his dedication akin to a loyal dog.
"Is something bothering you?" Ron inquired.
Yangyang shook his head, "It's not really a concern, just a humorous thought."
After finishing the grass juice, Yangyang gestured towards the wine cabinet behind Ron, asking for a glass of wine. Ron poured a glass of Erguotou for him.
Though appreciating the wine's aroma, Yangyang found it too potent. He shared a poignant tale, "Today, the beautiful sheep was captured by the Big Big Wolf, and I risked everything to rescue her. However, in the end, I too got caught. We were both in the hot pot together. I felt content at that moment, at least we were facing it together."
Tears welled up in Boiling Yangyang's eyes as he recounted his story.
"Do you think she was deeply moved?" Rem asked hopefully.
Boiling Yangyang's face momentarily displayed a bitter expression. "She cried and insisted she didn't want to be in the same pot as me."
Rem and Ram fell silent, their expectant gazes dimming.
"At that moment, I didn't feel sad. I tried my best to keep her above the water," Boiling Yangyang admitted frankly. "Perhaps that way, the beautiful sheep could live a little longer."
Ron and Rem, working diligently in the kitchen, nearly burst into laughter.
"So you actually wish the beautiful sheep to perish soon. Steam lamb? You really know how to cook," Ron said, suppressing his amusement.
"Given all this, are you considering giving up?" Ron inquired softly, aware that convincing someone as loyal as a dog is as difficult as persuading a tokikake.
Boiling Yangyang shook his head firmly. "No, I only said those things to keep myself going. This is all a test set by Mei Yangyang!"
Downing the wine in one gulp, Fey Yangyang gradually lost coherence. His mind drifted into a haze, recalling a series of past events: being struck by lightning, rejected while trying to study together, and the continuous rejections while trying to connect with Mei Yangyang.
Observing Boiling Yangyang's state, Rem whispered, "Master, he seems so pitiful."
"Pitiful?" Ron shook his head, smiling softly. "It's no wonder Mei Yangyang doesn't like him."
Rem and Ram looked puzzled, prompting Ron to explain with a chuckle, "He has pimples on his face and is embarrassed to speak publicly."
"Mei Yang Yang was publicly criticized for her old-fashioned woven scarf by someone. Despite gifting her flowers, the incident coincided with Mei Yang Yang losing her front teeth. Not only did this person ridicule her, but they also took the flowers away.
"Most significantly, who would appreciate a servile person who disrespects themselves?
"Rem and Ram's gazes turned silent once more.
"After casting a slightly disgusted glance at Fey Yangyang, the twin sisters promptly exited the bar.
"A feeling of disgust overwhelmed them!
"If the act of 'licking' by tokikake symbolizes the passage of time.
"Hei Xiaohu's 'licking' represents his readiness to sacrifice everything.
"However, Boiling Sheep's 'licking' solely embodies lust, along with an incredibly impulsive nature.
"How could I express affection towards my cherished goddess in this manner?
"Suddenly,
"Boiling Sheep abruptly lifted his head and loudly accused, 'It's entirely Big Big Wolf's fault!'
"'Had he not captured the beautiful sheep, she wouldn't have spoken to me that way today.'
"'If it weren't for him, Yangcun wouldn't be troubled every day!'
"Enraged, he attempted to confront Big Big Wolf fueled by alcohol-induced strength.
"Planning to deliver justice to Big Big Wolf, Ron intervened and halted him, advising, 'You better calm down.'
"'It's late at night. Even if you confront him, no one will come to your aid.'
"Fey Yangyang bellowed, 'I don't care.'
"'If he disappears from the grassland, life in Yangcun would be much easier.'
"Attempting to soften his tone, he added, 'I am the hero of Yangcun. Mei Yang Yang will surely treat me differently.'
"Ron pondered, 'What a mess.'
"In the end, it's all about desiring a taste of the beautiful sheep's meat!
"Just what is it... prior to Yamamoto's ambush on Zhao Jiayu, and Yunlong falling for Ping'an County.
"Now, Big Big Wolf cooks sheep in boiling water, purchasing sheep and liquor late at night for love.
"As Ron grumbled within, the system voice suddenly chimed in:"
"[Notification: The customer has concluded their conversation.]"
"[Notification: The individual associated with the confidant, Big Big Wolf, is expected to visit the tavern soon.]"
"The host has the option to select: the physique of boiling sheep, fitness experience, or fire-based magical abilities."
Ron expressed curiosity about the seemingly insignificant fitness experience and physique, questioning, "Big Big Wolf and Boiling Sheep don't share a deep connection. Why are they tied to the tavern?"
"[Notification: The system has detected intense animosity, acknowledging that hatred is also an emotion.]"
Upon grasping this insight, Ron contemplated, "I'll opt for the fire-based magical abilities and merge them."
"[Notification: Congratulations to the Host for acquiring the fire-based magical abilities derived from boiling sheep]"
The system prompt concluded.
A sudden surge coursed through Ron, entering his being with an almost domineering fervor.
For a brief moment, his skin reddened akin to a boiled shrimp, the force continuously washing over him. Given the qualitative leap in his physique, discomfort was absent, replaced by a sensation akin to soaking in a soothing hot spring.
The fire-type peculiar power was an ability exclusive to boiling sheep, blending offense and defense into an all-encompassing prowess crafted specifically for combat!
Soon, the sensation ebbed away. Ron lightly clenched his right hand, causing purple flames to surge forth instantly.
At such an intense temperature, the wool of the boiling sheep instantly crackled and burned.
Simultaneously, it considerably sobered him up, reason reclaiming its dominance.
"I acted impulsively earlier. Thank you for intervening," acknowledged Boiling sheep, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "But one day, I'll make Mei Yangyang develop feelings for me, and that conviction will only grow stronger!"
Leaving a stack of money behind, he turned slowly, waving. "Boss, I'll catch up on your services next time."
Observing him vanish into the night, Ron murmured softly, "I wonder if as they mature, Mei Yangyang will say, 'Fey Yangyang, let's get marry,' expressing happiness in her choice of a partner."
Then, with a light pat on his mouth, he chided himself, "What nonsense. Moving forward, the cherished childhood memories may potentially turn into lingering shadows of the past."