108 Chapter 17 (2/2)

Eric pulled his fingers. There was a shyness to Evangeline with an unnatural demure personality as she chewed. Lowering her head, she coyly tucked a hair beside her ear as she occasionally took a glimpse at him who was looking at her, gentleness on his face.

Her bashful and shy look took a full shift when she tugged his clothes and stared at him with sparkling expectant eyes.

Chuckling, Eric scooped another spoonful of rice and carefully brought it to her, and she opened her mouth. Every time her tongue caressed his skin, a new wave of sparks jolted every nerve of her body, and she never felt so alive.

While Evangeline was enjoying all the attention, Eric was in a hot, writhing, sticky mess. He lamented his idea, for it didn't take long that his self-control was cracking bit by bit whenever her slimy tongue b.u.mped with his fingers. He thought she was purposefully doing it since her tongue was caressing his fingers more than necessary.

Ahh . . . payback's an a.s.shole.

At the side, the cook was reduced to a statue as he watched the intimate scene, not even registering the burnt smell drifting across the air. At the same time, the other customers shot annoying glares to Eric and Evangeline's direction, complaining at the cook.

”Master, I thought this place is reserved for singles?! It's already hard enough that we don't have anyone to spend Christmas with, but this annoying couple is too much! This stall is supposed to be for singles! No couples allowed!”

While the others grumbled, Eric and Evangeline ignored them as they continued flaunting their feelings. Evangeline didn't even notice her plate was spotless, still expecting Eric to fed her. Only, Eric was already wiping his hands clean before he gently took her hands in his. One by one, he carefully wiped her fingers that made her lips pressed together, fighting a smile.

”Is the food good?” Eric asked.

”Oh, yes, it's very delicious!” Evangeline said without a second thought. She beamed, eyeing their fingers as his thumb stroked her knuckles. ”Let's come back here again.”

The others instantly howled and growled 'no' at the same time. Don't come back here! Shoo! Shoo! The couple should go and die somewhere!

Recovering his wits, the cook handed a bowl to Eric and resumed cooking after.

”What is it?” Evangeline asked, blinking curiosity at those four eggs inside the bowl.

”Dessert,” Eric answered simply.

”Oh,” Evangeline squeaked out, excited. She didn't know this shabby looking hut in the middle of nowhere could make an exquisite dessert such as this.

She had her fair share of desserts that look like an egg from the outside. The concept was to use the sh.e.l.l of an egg as a container to hold the dessert inside.

Evangeline picked one, looking for a small hole for the straw so she could start eating. But to her amus.e.m.e.nt, she found none.

Amazing! How did they make this dessert? It was like a real egg! Truly exquisite.

With newfound respect for the cook, her sparkling eyes gazed over at him only to be reciprocated with his raised brow and confused face.

”Here, let me show you how to eat it.” Eric picked an egg and lightly tapped the bigger end against the table. ”Make sure to lightly pat enough to break the sh.e.l.l and drink the broth inside, like so,” he said, demonstrating as he spoke.

”Then, you suck the dessert and peeled the sh.e.l.l.”

After Eric explained, he peeled the remaining sh.e.l.l, exposing a yellow squishy substance. It was like those expensive caviars she ate but only smoother with purple and green tiny like vines here and there.

It looks disgusting. Evangeline thought.

But since Eric was eating like it was the most delicious thing on earth, Evangeline quickly tapped her egg against the table with the little force she could muster and peeled a small portion of its sh.e.l.l. She was hesitating as a steamy air rose from the hole that smelled like chicken broth. She peered inside, but only darkness reciprocated her scrutiny.

She shrugged and drank what was inside the egg. Warm salty fluids a.s.saulted her tongue. It's really like chicken broth.

Wow. She never had anything like this before.

When there was no longer any juices for her tongue to savor, she asked, ”What is this dessert called?”

”Fertilized duck egg.”