Oh No, Daddy Sent Me To The Beast World!-Chapter 32: Feng Yiren, Be Gentle

This fox was handsome, yes. This fox was useful, yes. This fox also had the kind of stubborn face that made people want to throw him into a river.

Feng Yiren was leaning lazily with the basket still hanging from his shoulder, his fox ears and tail hidden for the moment, but the sly look in his red eyes was more obvious than any beast trait.

Lin Huahua pointed at the leaves and wild spices she had gathered. "You wash these."

Feng Yiren raised a brow, clearly confused on why they had to wash leaves when they weren’t goats. "Wash leaves?"

Lin Huahua nearly rolled her eyes. "Yes, wash leaves. We are going to use them."

Feng Yiren stared at the pile, then at her, and although he did not understand what these ordinary looking things were supposed to do, he still bent down and picked them up.

Lin Huahua stepped closer at once and started instructing him in a very serious tone.

"Wash them gently. Gently, Feng Yiren. Do not crush them. Do not rub them too hard. Do not handle them like you are trying to kill them."

Feng Yiren’s mouth twitched. He had hunted prey bigger than her. He had torn through the throats of fierce beasts in the forest.

And now this little rat was standing in front of him, warning him not to bully leaves.

Leaves!

Feng Yiren looked at her and said slowly, "I heard you."

Lin Huahua narrowed her eyes. "Did you really?"

Feng Yiren smiled lazily, that same irritating smile that always looked as though he was one breath away from saying something shameless. "Do you want me to swear to the leaves too?"

Lin Huahua’s hand twitched. She truly felt that if she stayed calm any longer, she deserved a prize.

This fox had a gift. A truly rare gift.

He could make people want to whoop his ass with just one sentence. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

And the worst part was that he always looked so pleased with himself afterward.

Lin Huahua was just about to turn away when she suddenly stopped and spun back around, her white tail puffing behind her like a little cloud that had personally taken offense.

She realized for some reason she simply should not trust this fox.

"Feng Yiren, wait," she said, pointing at his hands again. "Use water first. Clean water. Do not just sprinkle two drops on it and call it washed."

Feng Yiren looked down at the leaves in his hand, then back at her face. "Lin Huahua, they are leaves. They grew outside. In nature. Under the sky. Why are you speaking to me like they are little noble ladies taking a bath?"

Lin Huahua sucked in a breath.

This fox. This dead fox walking. She put both hands on her hips again and stared at him with wide round eyes, looking exactly like an angry little white dumpling that had somehow learned how to scold people.

"Because they are going into our food," she said slowly, as though talking to someone whose brain had fallen into a river. "And because your hands are rough. You handle everything like you are fighting with it."

Feng Yiren lowered his head to look at his own fingers.

Then he looked back at her with a face full of disbelief. "My hands are rough?"

Lin Huahua nodded without hesitation. "Very rough."

Feng Yiren actually laughed. He laughed so suddenly that even his shoulders shook once, and his red eyes curved in open amusement.

If another person had laughed like that, it would have looked bright and handsome. Since it was Feng Yiren, it only made Lin Huahua want to bite him.

"Little rat," he said, dragging out the words in that lazy shameless tone of his, "these hands hunted your dinner."

Lin Huahua lifted her chin at once. "Then these hands should be even more careful. Do you think hunting is the same as cooking? If you ruin the spices, will you go into the forest and hunt me new ones too?"

Feng Yiren’s brows lifted. For one brief second, he actually seemed to think about it.

Then the fox smiled, slow and wicked. "If you want, I can."

Lin Huahua choked. What kind of answer was that? Was this fox born speaking nonsense, or had he trained for it?

She glared at him so hard that if glaring could turn someone bald, Feng Yiren would have lost every single strand of hair on the spot, including the hair on his tail.

"You are impossible," she muttered.

Feng Yiren looked very pleased. "You have said that several times today. I am starting to think you are praising me."

Lin Huahua almost stomped at his words, but realized she had to control herself because she was a dignified princess from the future, a highly advanced civilized person from a sci-fi world, not some fluffy little mouse whose entire day was being ruined by one fox with an evil mouth.

At least that was what she told herself. The problem was that from the outside, she absolutely looked like a fluffy little mouse whose entire day was being ruined by one fox with an evil mouth.

Feng Yiren bent down by the water basin at last, but even then he still had the audacity to keep talking. "Gently, Feng Yiren. Softly, Feng Yiren. Do not frighten the leaves, Feng Yiren." His lips curled as he repeated her words with a teasing lilt. "Should I sing to them too?"

Lin Huahua’s ears stood up straight. This man was doing it on purpose. He was absolutely doing it on purpose.

"Yes," she snapped. "You should. Sing to them, apologize to them, and maybe ask them whether they are comfortable too."

Feng Yiren looked down at the leaves in his hand and actually nodded seriously. "That makes sense. Since they are so precious, perhaps they should sleep in your room tonight."

Lin Huahua stared at him. Feng Yiren stared back. For one strange second, the cave became completely silent.

Then Lin Huahua marched over in three quick steps and smacked his arm.