The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1325: Two Living Treasures

"Seventy years, a rarity in the ages past—reaching seventy is a milestone in life, highly valued in most families."

Lin Yingying had been worn out from being pestered by Long Fei the entire night. In the morning, her body felt weak and sluggish, and she laid in bed for a long time, reluctant to get up.

Long Fei, on the other hand, was full of energy. He got up early, took a shower, and even went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

Little Kirin came downstairs after getting dressed, sat in the kitchen, and unhappily asked Long Fei, "Dad, were you fighting with Mom last night?"

Long Fei, holding a frying pan, put it down and frowned at Little Kirin, "Why would you ask that? What fight?"

Little Kirin pouted and said, "Don’t lie to me. I heard Mom yelling. She was going ’Ah! Ah!’ in pain. If you didn’t hit her, who did?"

"Huh?"

Long Fei looked momentarily embarrassed. He brought over a plate of stir-fried shredded pork with cilantro, placed it in front of Little Kirin, and said, "What do kids know? Your mom was too exhausted last night, so I was giving her a massage!"

"Really?"

Little Kirin didn’t look convinced.

Long Fei awkwardly lied, "Of course, it’s true! I’m so fond of your mom, how could I possibly hit her?"

"Alright, I’ll let it go this time!"

Little Kirin pouted, looking like he was doing Long Fei a favor by not arguing further.

"You nosy little rascal! From now on, no eavesdropping on us at night!"

Long Fei chuckled and flicked his nose, thinking to himself that given this kid’s extraordinary abilities, he’d have to send him to the mother-in-law’s place whenever there was "business" to attend to.

Little Kirin stood on tiptoes, sniffed the aroma wafting from the plate, and curiously asked, "Dad, what kind of meat is this? It smells amazing!"

Drooling uncontrollably, he—a kid raised on all sorts of gourmet delicacies—had surprisingly never encountered this kind of meat before.

"This is dragon meat. Try it and see if you like it."

Long Fei chuckled as he turned down the flame on the stove.

The stockpot with the Phoenix Brocade Carp soup was bubbling gently, its milky broth releasing an irresistible fragrance. Only a hint of scallion and ginger had been added to remove the fishy odor, with no extra seasoning, yet it smelled absolutely divine.

Even Lin Yingying, lounging in bed, couldn’t help but twitch her nose. She flipped over, got up, threw on her pajamas, and came out yawning.

Little Kirin excitedly shouted at her, "Mom! Come here quickly! Dad says this meat is dragon meat. You have to see this!"

Lin Yingying pulled her hair into a loose bun and sat down across from Little Kirin.

Her complexion was rosy, her demeanor lazy yet alluring, exuding the charm of a mature woman with every gesture.

Long Fei had prepared a table full of meat dishes early in the morning, along with a pot of fragrant Spirit Rice from the Secret Realm.

"So this is what dragon meat looks like?"

Lin Yingying picked up a piece of shredded pork with her chopsticks and had a taste. She’d eaten Azure Dragon meat before, but this meat seemed finer in texture and tasted somewhat like fish.

"Is it good?"

Little Kirin asked, drooling, but he didn’t dare pick up his chopsticks since Long Fei hadn’t started eating yet.

This was something Lin Yingying had taught him, and he’d eaten many a chopstick blow for not following this rule. Now he was very well behaved.

Lin Yingying took a deep breath, swallowed the meat, and nodded excitedly at Little Kirin, "It’s delicious! This dragon meat tastes extraordinary—why is it so different from before?"

"Of course, it’s exceptional. This is purebred Fish-transformed Dragon."

Long Fei explained as he unfastened his apron and walked out of the kitchen, sitting down next to Little Kirin.

"What kind of dragon is that?"

Lin Yingying seemed unfamiliar with this creature.

Long Fei explained to her, "Fish-transformed Dragons are fish that have become Azure Dragons. Many creatures evolve toward the Dragon Clan’s form during cultivation—some are crocodiles that transform into dragons, others are snakes, and some lizards. Among all these dragons, only the Fish-transformed Dragon’s meat is the most exquisite."

"There’s so much nuance to this?"

Lin Yingying served herself a bowl of rice, ignoring Little Kirin’s hungry gaze, and began eating heartily.

Little Kirin protested, "Mom, you’re so selfish! How can you just eat by yourself? Can I start eating now?"

"Ask your dad!"

Lin Yingying fiercely pulled the plate over to her side. Little Kirin, desperate, grabbed his chopsticks and tried to snatch some.

Long Fei laughed and said, "Can’t we have some decorum? I’ve got plenty of dragon meat in my Storage Ring—enough to last you an entire year!"

This meat came from the Third Prince of the South Sea himself. That guy had talked a big game but was defeated by Long Fei in just three moves.

The Third Prince happened to be a genuine Fish-transformed Dragon—a Golden Carp from the sea turned dragon. His meat not only had the texture of dragon meat but also the fragrance of fish.

Each bite was like chewing on a firm, bouncy jelly candy—an experience both chewy and flavorful, utterly delightful.

Whether steamed, braised, or stir-fried, this meat was incredibly aromatic and mouthwatering.

The three of them ate heartily. Lin Yingying, holding her bloated stomach, complained, "Why on earth would you make this so early in the morning? Now my dieting plan for the next few days is completely ruined!"

She had eaten over half the plate of dragon meat and consumed most of the pot of Phoenix Brocade Carp soup, her belly visibly swollen and close to bursting.

Long Fei chuckled and said, "Why diet at all? You look cuter with a little chubbiness."

"Get lost!"

Lin Yingying raised her fist. Lately, perhaps because of her pregnancy, her body had been growing rounder.

Her once-flat stomach now had a softness to it, enough to pinch a handful of flesh.

Little Kirin grumbled, "You’re dieting, yet you ate so much. Thanks to you, I barely got anything!"

Lin Yingying smacked his head and scolded, "You unfilial brat! How dare you fight your mom for food?"

"Dad, look, your wife hit me again!"

Little Kirin complained.

Long Fei shook his head with a smile. He didn’t know what to do with this mother-and-son duo.

Adults acting like children, and children acting like adults.

He cleaned up the dishes, assuming the role of a quintessential househusband, and went to the kitchen to wash up.

Lin Yingying hummed a tune as she went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Little Kirin hopped around behind Long Fei, poking his head in and quietly whispering, "Dad, isn’t it supposed to be the women who do the housework in other families?"

Long Fei coughed lightly and said, "What do you know? I ate too much, so I need to move around. According to an authoritative study, men who enjoy doing housework tend to live longer."

"Really?"

Little Kirin raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

The father and son finished tidying up the kitchen, changed their clothes, and went outside for some fresh air while waiting for Lin Yingying to come out.

Little Kirin stomped on the snow in the courtyard. Just over a meter tall, he hopped around with a chubby, baby-like face that was utterly adorable.

He muttered with his little mouth, "Mom is always like this. I’m going to be late, and she’s still stuck in the bathroom. Once she’s in there, she’s in for at least two hours. Always so vain!"

"That’s just how women are. You’ll understand when you grow up."

Long Fei sat on an outdoor chair, lighting a cigarette. To him, this was nothing unusual anymore.

Little Kirin countered, "Who said so? Little Tiantian isn’t like that. At school, she helps me get my lunch. During naptime, she puts out my bedding. And when class ends and we hang out, she’s always the one waiting for me."

"Oh, really?"

Long Fei rubbed his head and forced a laugh. "That must be your irresistible charm."

"Finally, you noticed?"

Little Kirin smugly flipped his hair, striking a vain pose. "The girls at school all say so. Sigh, being so handsome can be such a burden. Unlike you, always flattering Mom and embarrassing yourself as a man!"

"You little rascal!"

Long Fei laughed, grabbed a snowball, and threw it at him, marveling at how narcissistic this kid was starting to become.

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