blogombal Chapter 14 Stealing Food
Chapter 14 Stealing Food
When I woke up, my phone showed that it was already 8 a.m.
Zhang Qingzhi stretched comfortably. She sat up on the bed, enjoying the bouncy feel of the Simmons mattress.
Zhang Qingzhi was bounced up by the reaction force of the mattress.
The large white breasts on her chest bounced around, which was quite sexy.
"What a comfortable sleep!" He rubbed the sheets beneath him.
The feeling of being clean and dry was so comfortable; she had almost forgotten the sensation of being wrapped in soft fabric since the apocalypse began.
She slowly sat up, her bare feet touching the thick carpet. Her toes curled involuntarily, like a lazy cat testing the temperature of the ground. Reaching out to run her hand over the mirror on the dressing table, the cool touch on her fingertips told her this wasn't a dream.
She walked to the bedside, sat down heavily, and couldn't help but laugh as she felt the mattress gently bouncing her up.
"Knock knock knock~"
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
Zhang Qingzhi instinctively wrapped the blanket around herself and leaned against the headboard, saying, "Who is it? Don't come in, I'm not dressed yet."
"Sis, hurry up and get dressed, it's me."
Zhang Qingning's voice rang out from outside the door.
It was her younger sister. Zhang Qingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and the blanket slipped off her body.
"Oh, wait for me a moment, I'll get dressed."
After a rustling sound, Zhang Qingzhi came out dressed.
Today she was wearing a silk slip dress, the hem of which barely reached her upper thighs, revealing her long, straight legs.
The neckline of the nightgown was extremely low, vaguely revealing the cleavage of her chest.
A thin belt of the same color was tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist as if it could be grasped in one hand.
She wore a pair of fluffy slippers, exuding a lazy yet charming aura.
Seeing her sister dressed like that, Zhang Qingning teased, "What day is it today? Why are you dressed so beautifully?"
"No, it's just my usual clothes."
Zhang Qingzhi lightly slapped her younger sister and argued in her defense.
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Let's go eat, I'm starving."
"Okay, okay."
Chatting and laughing, the two went downstairs to the restaurant.
Two exquisite dishes were laid out on the table.
One serving is a golden, crispy toast.
It's topped with a perfectly fried sunny-side-up egg, the yolk trembling slightly, and a gentle poke will release a golden yolk.
It was served with a few slices of bacon fried until crispy, the fat glistening slightly at the bottom of the plate, making it look very delicious.
The other dish was oatmeal porridge served in a bone china bowl.
It's topped with a few fresh strawberries, emitting an enticing sweet aroma.
Two steaming cups of milk were placed to the side.
One can't help but wonder, where did they get such a fresh and delicious breakfast?
"Wow, this is a feast!"
Zhang Qingning stared at the food on the table, tears welling up in her eyes.
He immediately rushed to the table and began to feast.
She grabbed the toast and took a big bite.
The crispy bread crackled pleasantly between her teeth, and the combination of the soft egg yolk and the aroma of bacon made her squint her eyes.
I scooped up another spoonful of oatmeal and put it in my mouth. The warm porridge slid down my throat, bringing a comforting warmth.
They devoured the food in front of them in a whirlwind, completely disregarding their image.
"Ugh, I'm so full."
After finishing off all the food on the table, Zhang Qingning slumped into her chair with a satisfied expression.
She hadn't had such a sumptuous meal in a long time.
Although yesterday's dinner was quite lavish, we were still a bit reserved since we had just arrived and didn't enjoy the meal to our hearts' content.
Today's breakfast was different. Sensing that the host meant her no harm, Zhang Qingning felt much more relaxed and naturally ate more.
"Huh?!" came Jian Chun's exclamation from the stairwell.
She had just come out of Han Yu's room.
Despite having worked hard all night, Jian Chun still got up early and made a sumptuous breakfast for her master and herself.
After preparing breakfast and placing it on the dining table, he returned to the room to personally wake the owner.
After finally finishing, I came down to find this scene.
"What?! You two actually ate Master's breakfast?"
"What? Aren't they ours?" Zhang Qingning asked, puzzled.
"Yours? Heh, you've got a big mouth, haven't you?" Jian Chun sneered, her voice full of hostility. "At home, you can only eat with the master's permission. You? Did you get the master's permission to eat these things?"
Just as Zhang Qingning was about to retort, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.
The image shows the agreement signed last night, which appears to contain this clause.
"No eating without permission..."
"But, but didn't we also..." Zhang Qingning retorted.
"What? What? Last night? Master only reluctantly agreed because he felt sorry for you." Jian Chun pointed at Zhang Qingning's nose and said, "You little slut, I didn't expect you to be so unruly. Just wait to receive Master's punishment!"
After uttering those harsh words, Jian Chun strode towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast again. She didn't want to be punished for not letting her master have breakfast.
At the dinner table, the Zhang sisters looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Han Yu lay on his bed in the bedroom, watching everything with great interest on his phone screen; everything was under his control.
……
Zhang Qingzhi put on the nurse's uniform again and knelt down in front of the full-length mirror in Han Yu's bedroom.
It wasn't that she liked wearing it, but that Han Yu made her wear it.
This is the punishment for eating breakfast without permission.
The nurse's uniform was clearly a size too small, clinging to her body and accentuating her curves.
The two buttons on her chest were tightly held in place by the buttonholes, as if they might burst open at any moment with her tense breathing.
Her waist was slim, but it was round and perky at the bottom, making the skirt look short.
She knelt, her thighs stretched taut by the fabric, revealing a section of her snow-white calves, her ankles delicate, her toes curled nervously in the carpet.
The figure in the mirror was both strange and familiar. It bore no resemblance to the disheveled Zhang Qingzhi of the apocalypse; it was clearly a…
She dared not think further, and the tips of her ears quietly turned red.
Han Yu leaned against the headboard, playing with his phone, but his gaze was fixed on her, as if he were examining a toy that had just been unpacked.
"Do you know you were wrong?"
Zhang Qingzhi lowered her head, her voice barely audible, "I understand..."
"Speak louder."
"Understood, Master."
Han Yu smiled, a smile that sent chills down her spine, and inexplicably... something else.
"Kneel still and take a good look at yourself."
Zhang Qingzhi didn't dare to look up; she could only stare at herself in the mirror.
The nurse's uniform was so white it was almost blinding, making her skin appear even whiter.
She suddenly remembered her days as a nurse in the hospital, when she wore proper work clothes and behaved properly, unlike now, when she looked like she was in some low-class movie.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel much resistance.
This thought made her even more ashamed, and the redness from the tips of her ears spread all the way to the base of her neck.
Han Yu got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and walked behind her.
He reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her head.
"Remember this from now on: in this house, what I say goes. You can only eat if I tell you to eat, and you can only wear if I tell you to wear. Do you understand?"
Zhang Qingzhi was forced to look up at him in the mirror. His face was young, even handsome, but his eyes were as deep as a well, unfathomable.
"I understand..." she said softly.
Han patted her face with satisfaction, like patting a docile cat.
"good."