Lu Yan's gaze towards Zhuang Yan held a hint of ambiguity. The slow-witted Zhuang Yan also sensed something was wrong. He withdrew his hand, but dodged Lu Yan's attempt to reach out and pull him back.
“I will, just like you don’t like younger brothers, I don’t like older sisters and aunts.”
Lu Yan's expression hardened, and she gripped the eyebrow razor tightly in her hand.
After saying that, Zhuang Yan quickly returned to his room. He admitted that he had been hiding, and just now, he had sensed a hint of danger.
After leaving Lu Yan, Zhuang Yan's mind gradually cleared and his heart rate returned to normal. He touched his hair and then took off the plastic bag tied around his neck: It seems that he should stay away from Lu Yan from now on.
After Zhuang Yan finished shaving and went outside, all the guests got up.
Jiang Ning made a big pot of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, as well as cucumber salad, and everyone who tried it said it was delicious.
"Zhuang Yan, we've been waiting for you. Come sit down and eat..." Ling Xuan was calling Zhuang Yan over, but when he got closer, he noticed, "Why has your hairstyle changed?"
"After this haircut, he looks much more energetic."
"Zhuang Yan, this hairstyle suits you very well, you look handsome."
Ling Xuan and Fang Chen each offered a word of encouragement.
An Xinrong didn't say anything, but she kept looking at Zhuang Yan, and even after he approached, she didn't look away.
It's said that a change of hairstyle can make a person look different. An Xinrong had seen too many handsome men when she was in a girl group, and Zhuang Yan was not even worth mentioning. Therefore, when Xia Wan and he were to be married, she couldn't understand what Xia Wan saw in him.
Looking at him now, Zhuang Yan still has some good looks; he simply didn't choose the right path before.
As if nothing had happened, Lu Yan stared at Zhuang Yan's hair and teased, "I cut it. How is it? Not bad, right?"
Ling Xuan gave her a thumbs up: "You could open a hair salon now. I don't know how long I'll be staying here. If my hair gets long, can you cut it for me?"
Lu Yan said, "I only know how to cut a buzz cut, I don't know how to cut yours." Actually, she did know how, but she didn't want to touch anyone except Zhuang Yan.
Fang Chen interjected, "The director mentioned that we'll be allowed to go home in a week, and your hair won't grow that fast."
Zhuang Yan sat down. In front of him was a bowl of untouched porridge, which Jiang Ning had served to him. Seeing that he had drunk it, she asked, "How was the porridge I cooked? How does it compare to before?"
Tasting the familiar flavor, he knew without a doubt that it was made by Jiang Ning. It stirred up his memories, reminding him of high school when Jiang Ning was best at making all kinds of porridge, with the best being the preserved egg and lean pork porridge, which he could drink more than three bowls of every time.
All these years have passed, and the taste of this porridge hasn't changed at all, but what good is it if the porridge hasn't changed...?
"Not much has changed, it's still the same as before."
Jiang Ning smiled as she held the porridge.
Lu Yan scooped up some porridge with a small spoon: "I didn't expect the movie queen to have this skill. Teach me too, I want to learn."
Jiang Ning replied coldly in a second: "We'll talk about it another time."
An Xinrong, having studied acting, observed everyone's expressions closely. Judging from their behavior, Jiang Ning liked Zhuang Yan, but what about Lu Yan? Her actions seemed to suggest jealousy.
An Xinrong silently drank her porridge, her good mood suddenly sinking.
I didn't expect that Zhuang Yan has so many fans. I wonder what Xia Wan will think when she sees this.
...
The director announced today's task: to help the elderly in the village.
There are many elderly people living alone in the village. Their children have left home, their spouses have passed away, and they are all alone, guarding their old houses, standing at the door waiting for the day to end and for night to fall.
As Zhuang Yan accepted the assignment, the director suddenly patted him on the shoulder: "Zhuang Yan, focus on your work. Don't worry about anything else, and don't take what others say to heart."
Zhuang Yan looked bewildered. He didn't know that this was the director preparing him mentally beforehand.
He can't hide what's going on online for long; Zhuang Yan will find out sooner or later.
The director then addressed everyone, saying, "Just a reminder, tonight is the night to send out your 'heart signals.' Think carefully about who you're sending them to, so you don't miss your chance."
The guests set off separately, and along the way, people greeted Zhuang Yan. In just two or three days, Zhuang Yan had already established good relationships with the villagers.
There wasn't much entertainment in the village, so everyone liked to get together. Some chatted, others played cards. When Zhuang Yan had nothing to do, he would join them. Over time, he became familiar with these people, especially the elderly group, where the grandpas and grandmas all liked this young man.
"Xiao Zhuang, where are you going?"
"I'm going to Grandpa Wang's house."
"Grandpa Wang lives alone at home on the mountaintop, all the way up."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Liu."
"It's okay, we'll go fishing together this afternoon after we're done with our work."
"We'll see when the time comes."
Grandpa Wang's house was quite messy, so after Zhuang Yan greeted him, he helped him tidy up the room, cleaning it inside and out. Knowing that Grandpa Wang had a bad stomach, he steamed a lot of buns for him. The buns that he couldn't finish were wrapped in plastic wrap and put in the freezer. When he wanted to eat them, he would take them out and steam them. After steaming, he would put them in the fire to roast them, which could effectively relieve his stomach problems.
Besides his stomach problems, Grandpa Wang also suffers from rheumatism, which causes him pain at night, so Zhuang Yan would squat down and massage him.
"You seem to be particularly skilled at taking care of people?" Grandpa Wang had a rather eccentric temper and initially disliked Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan was meticulous and efficient in his work and very patient with him, so he gradually let go of his prejudice.
He even thought: I wish Zhuang Yan were his child.
“My grandma used to have frequent leg pain, so I specifically learned about related maintenance, care, and massage.”
Besides taking care of his grandmother, the biggest reason was himself. In his previous life, Zhuang Yan had injured his leg, and as he got older, he had been experiencing leg pain, especially on rainy days.
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