Star Dome: Simulated breeding at the beginning, Kafka suffered from morning sickness

"Don't worry, you'll find evidence." Kafka said lightly.

"Huh?" Mu Xiahu looked at her suspiciously.

I saw Kafka wink at the food stall owner and said with a smile: "Boss lady, this competition has been held for so many years, don't you have any way to identify cheating?" "

The method of screening?" The hostess was stunned.

"Well, for example, is there anything special about the buns of the contestants..."

Kafka said, looking at the remaining two buns.

"Ah, right!"

The proprietress patted her head in a trance:

"The steamer paper stuck under each player's bun has a number mark corresponding to his contestant's number!" Because no one reported cheating for so long, I almost forgot!

She quickly picked up the two buns on the table and tore off the wrapping paper to check it.

"Huh? How is it all number 2? The hostess was surprised.

Hearing this, Chang Baye's face changed.

Mu Xia was surprised, came forward to take a look, and suddenly showed a crying and laughing expression.

Sure enough, both buns were attached to the steamer paper, and there was a mark of 2.

And No. 2 is Chang Baye's player number.

"No, not me!" Chang Ba Ye hurriedly defended: "It must be this stinky boy who made a ghost and deliberately changed the steamer paper!" "

Oh? You're really open-mouthed.

Mu Xia scoffed, "I came to Xianzhou for the first time today, and I didn't know that the paper on this bun still had marks. You tell me, how do I change the paper? "

This..." Chang Ba Ye was asked, blocking his throat with a breath.

"On the contrary, you, the two-time champion of the big stomach king, are more likely to know these doorways, right?" Mu Xia squinted and said, "It's just that you're just a half-hanger, and you didn't notice the steaming paper at all." The

surrounding audience also felt that it made sense, and Qi brushed and stared at Chang Baye.

"That's right, this little brother is right! He came to Xianzhou for the first time, how could he know the marks on the bun paper in advance? "

Yes, Chang Ba Ye's old fritters look like the one who cheats, right?"

"It's too obvious, it's Chang Ba Ye who put his own buns into people's plates!"

"Gee, in order to win, actually doing this kind of thing, Chang Ba Ye is really shameless!"

The sound of condemnation in the crowd made Chang Ba Ye's forehead sweat, and his whole face turned red.

He didn't expect that his technique was so perfect, and he was caught with evidence!

Chang Baye's gaze crossed the crowd and fell on Kafka beside Mu Xia.

At this moment, she was raising her eyebrows and smiling, looking at him.

Those beautiful and charming eyes seemed to have seen through him.

Chang Ba Ye's eyelids jumped fiercely, he jerked back, and supported the table again before he could barely stabilize his figure.

"Oh, then this farce ends here. Chang Baye, you are willing to gamble and lose, and pay the money. Mu

Xia came to him and smiled.

Chang Ba Ye gritted his teeth and showed humiliation on his face, but the slightest bit of cunning strength was gone.

"I give! I can't give it yet!

He pulled out a stack of cash from his arms, which was enough to have 300,000 credits.

This money, ordinary people have to save for months.

Mu Xia accepted it with a smile, and Chang Ba Ye's heart and liver twitched when he saw it, and he couldn't wait to grab the money and run away.

But he didn't dare after all, and only cursed in a low voice: "Stinky boy! Don't sleep too hard at night, don't let the master seize the opportunity to kill you!

He said and turned to leave.

"Wait, there's nothing to do, you're leaving?"

Chang Ba Ye's footsteps stopped, turned his head, and glared at Mu Xia:

"Little cub, how else do you want to drip?"

"Three ringheads, and three daddy screams? With so many people watching, you can't fool you, right?

"You???you!"

Hearing this, Chang Ba Ye was angry.

The surrounding crowd shouted mockingly:

"Chang Ba Ye, kowtow and admit it, the eldest husband can flex and stretch, don't be afraid of losing face!"

"Haha, kowtow, call us three daddy!"

"Bang! Kowtow! Kowtow! Everyone

laughed.

Chang Baye's face trembled, and finally he snorted heavily, plopped down on the ground, and kowtowed three heads.

"Daddy... Father... Father!

"Are you satisfied?" Chang Ba Ye raised his head viciously.

"Haha, satisfied! So satisfied! Chang Ba Ye, I love to hear your father!

"Get out of here! Chang Ba Ye! The

crowd shouted one after another, making Chang Baye get up in embarrassment, covering his swollen cheeks and squeezing out the crowd.

Mu Xia didn't stop him and let him go away.

"Then, I announce that the winner of the 421st Big Stomach King Challenge is, Mu Xia!"

The loud voice of the hostess spread throughout Xuanye Street.

Afterwards, she handed Mu Xia 100,000 credits and a high moral approval.

Mu Xia thanked with a smile and took the things.

"Congratulations, congratulations, little brother is amazing! Deserved!

"The light of the right way shines on Xianzhou..."

"In the future, the little brother will be my idol, add a contact information, and invite you to dinner another day!"

"Big stomach king little handsome guy, are you interested in joining us as a shop blogger? This is my business card..." The

melon-eating masses rushed forward one after another, congratulating Mu Xia one after another.

"Uh, thank you all... I still have business, go first!

Mu Xia waved her hand awkwardly, hurriedly squeezed to Kafka's side, and ran away as if pulling her away.

Dodging all the way, he finally got rid of the enthusiastic crowd.

"The Xianzhou people are still strange..." After

the two came to a small restaurant and sat down, Mu Xia wiped his cold sweat and sighed.

"By the way, Kafka, how did you know that the paper on that bun had a mark?"

"Could it be that Elio's script even wrote this?"

He looked at Kafka across the table and asked curiously.

Hearing this, Kafka snorted and took a sip of the teacup.

Seeing this, Mu Xia asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you silly."

"Where am I stupid? You make it clear.

"So obvious mark, you can see it just with your eyes, right?" Kafka wrote lightly.

"Huh? That mosquito big word, the average person will not pay attention to it, right?

"No, as long as you look at it, you can see that there are numbers."

Kafka chuckled and shook her head, took another sip of tea, and explained slowly:

"However, if no one reminds you of this kind of thing, I'm afraid no one will really find out."

"After all, after the game started, everyone was busy eating the buns in a race against time, who had time to look at the torn paper?"

"And even if someone pays attention, they may not think of the meaning of the numbers on paper."

"So that's the case..."

Mu Xia nodded abruptly, feeling that what she said made sense.

Such small details are indeed easy to overlook.

"Well, after talking for so long, I'm almost hungry. Hurry up and order, what do you want to eat?

Kafka asked casually as she flipped through the menu.

"Well, my stomach is still very bloated, you can eat it..."

Mu Xia touched her bulging belly.

Kafka was stunned, and then shook her head with a smile, "I almost forgot, then I'll eat it myself."

She closed the menu and handed it back to the waiter: "A small portion of garlic pork belly, a small portion, and a bowl of rice, thank you."

"Okay, please wait for this guest officer." The waiter answered and went to place the order.

After a while, pork belly and rice were served.

"This... Kafka, with such a small amount, are you full?

Mu Xia looked at the few pieces of pork belly in front of him, and couldn't help but be a little worried.

Although beautiful girls may eat less than ordinary people, this amount is too miserable.

Kafka was startled, and immediately covered her mouth and laughed.

"You really care about me."

She smiled and picked up a piece of chopstick meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

The smell of garlic instantly melted on the tip of her tongue, and her lips and teeth became full of light, which made her eyes narrow.

"You taste it, it's delicious."

Kafka said, and took a chopstick and sent it to Mu Xia's lips, with a posture of feeding the child.

"No, no need, just this order, it's not enough for you to eat... Besides, I'm full. "

It's really delicious, trust me. Open your mouth, ah..." Mu

Xia pushed back, but Kafka did not hesitate, and wanted him to taste it.

In desperation, he opened his lip and bit it.

"How?" Kafka asked expectantly with beautiful purple eyes.

"Hmm... Well, it's good, it's quite tender... It's delicious..." After

chewing and swallowing for a long time, Mu Xia struggled out of the wonderful taste and gave a thumbs up and praised.

There was also a hint of sauce on the side of his mouth, and the action of chewing made his fair cheeks turn crimson.

In particular, his lips were tender and attractive, as if they had been smeared with a layer of crystal syrup.

Kafka stared blankly, and a thought popped into her mind.

If it's a kiss...

"Kafka, why didn't you eat? Aren't you hungry?

At this time, Mu Xia's doubtful voice sounded.

Kafka woke up suddenly, quickly lowered her eyes, her pretty face flushed, and her heartbeat thumped faster.

What was I thinking just now!

She actually had an urge to think... Kiss Mu Xia....

"Ah, it's okay... Don't worry about me.

Kafka lowered her head in panic, and put a piece of meat into her mouth with a chopstick, trying to hide the strange feeling in her heart.

Even, for a moment, her head was full of images of shame.

Fortunately, he didn't notice it....

Kafka patted her chest and took a deep breath, secretly cursing herself for her crankiness, burying her head and eating, not daring to look at Mu Xia more.

"Okay."

Mu Xia scratched his head inexplicably, feeling that today's Kafka was particularly strange.

With so little food and a blushing face, shouldn't it be sick?

Or, in fact, Kafka didn't bring any money, and she was embarrassed to ask herself, so she ordered this dish and kept laughing?

Thinking about it, Mu Xia frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

He looked at Kafka, who was eating rice with his head down, and tentatively shouted: "Kafka, are you all right?"

"If you can't eat enough, order some more, I'll treat you to this meal."

"Ahem... No thanks. Kafka jerked her head up, a pair of beautiful eyes glaring at him, "That's enough."

"This..."

Mu Xia got up, poured a cup of tea for Kafka and put it down: "Then Kafka, have you been unwell recently?"

"Huh? How do you know? Kafka was slightly stunned.

"I guess, I always think you're weird."

"What's the weirdness, I'm just... The stomach is a little uncomfortable.

Kafka said, rubbing her lower abdomen, revealing a hint of distress.

"Upset tummy? Is it you girls every month..."

Kafka interrupted him, the roots of her ears quietly flushed with a thin blush, "That's not the time yet." "

Oh, too..." Hearing

this, Mu Xia remembered that Kafka was pregnant now, and it was no longer possible to come to that.

Wait, pregnant?

Could it be....