Chapter 181 Extra: Metamorphosis (4)
The camera was set up right next to them, and there were also cameras installed in the house except for the toilet area.
The three of them sat in the main room, and no one spoke for a while.
On the other hand, Jiang Feng, with his understanding, warm and generous personality, has already shown a harmonious and pleasant relationship with his foster family.
Xia Lili was lucky; she was drawn into a family in the village that was relatively well-off, with tiled floors and a full range of appliances.
This family has a warm personality and takes the initiative to talk to the introverted Xia Lili, which seems to be a good thing.
Look at our Jiangjiang, everyone loves her wherever she goes.
[That rude neighbor next door, now you know how embarrassing it is, right?]
[Can you please get off the show?! I just want to see Jiang Jiang.]
There is no doubt that Jiang Feng has the highest popularity in the live stream.
Meanwhile, Duan Mingxiao's live stream was a chaotic mess, filled with people criticizing him for being rude, having a bad temper, and telling him to get off the show.
In a short period of time, a hashtag for Duan Mingxiao's haters has already been created.
No one expected that the popularity of the live stream would reverse in the next second.
Duan Mingxiao's live stream reached number one, attracting not only a large number of online trolls but also a huge influx of viewers from other streams.
Just five minutes ago, the three of them were sitting awkwardly in the main room.
A moment later, seemingly to welcome the guests, one of the two elderly people decided to go to the backyard to kill a chicken, while the other decided to go to the field to pick some fresh vegetables.
The eldest young master was left alone in the main room.
Although Duan Mingxiao was in a bad mood, he was not so rude as to lose his temper with the two frail old people.
The photographer next to him also tried to keep a low profile so that this troublemaker wouldn't target him or make an example of him.
The next second, a cheerful shout came from the doorway.
"Grandpa and Grandma, I'm back."
Immediately afterward, a boy with sweat dripping from his forehead came into Duan Mingxiao's view.
The young master was taken aback. The boy was rather thin, wearing faded canvas shoes and an ill-fitting short-sleeved shirt that was a bit too big.
However, her eyes are very bright and her skin is very fair.
Cong Chun was also stunned, but he knew about the TV program and that the boy in front of him was probably a city kid living with his family.
Cong Chun's breath hitched; the other person looked really good-looking.
Cong Chun stared blankly at the boy in front of her.
Seemingly noticing Cong Chun's gaze fixed on him, Duan Mingxiao frowned, his face full of annoyance.
"Bean sprouts, what are you looking at?"
After Cong Chun realized what had happened, she immediately looked away, and the boy blushed.
I don't know if it was from embarrassment or from the heat.
"I am not a bean sprout."
"My name is Cong Chun."
Cong Chun looked at Duan Mingxiao with a puzzled expression.
Duan Mingxiao originally didn't want to talk to him, but somehow he responded.
"Duan Mingxiao".
Cong Chun noticed that the boy in front of her also had a very nice voice. If he were a student at their school, he would definitely be selected for the broadcasting station.
Cong Chun looked earnestly at the boy in front of her, her tone very sincere.
"Your name sounds lovely."
Cong Chun had no friends at school, and it was a rare occasion to meet someone his own age. For some reason, he talked more than usual.
Perhaps he had some things bottled up inside for too long.
Duan Mingxiao ignored him.
But involuntarily, I thought to myself, "This bean sprout has good taste."
Has anyone else noticed how nice-sounding both of their names are?
[That boy named Cong Chun is so handsome.]
[Your skin is so fair, I'm so envious.]
[White-haired Bro is still as sharp-tongued as ever; I'd like to have a go with him offline.]
[Hey upstairs, don't be so eager to get yourself killed.]
[I told you he had no manners, but look how well Jiangjiang gets along with his foster family.]
[My condolences to this little guy. Meeting our sharp-tongued brother, your good days are over.]
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun saw that his cup had been placed on the small wooden table and filled with water, so he naturally picked up the cup and took a sip.
Seeing this, Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips and remained silent.
God knows, his throat was practically on fire.
She seemed to notice the boy next to her unconsciously swallowing a few times.
Cong Chun then asked him if he was thirsty and needed water.
Duan Mingxiao looked away; he wouldn't use that dirty cup.
The boy's voice was somewhat hoarse when he spoke.
Cong Chun noticed Duan Mingxiao's expression and seemed to realize something.
Immediately afterwards, he told Duan Mingxiao that he was going out for a while and would be back soon.
The next second, Cong Chun unzipped his backpack, and the boy bent down to rummage through it, revealing a long, fair neck.
Duan Mingxiao stared at him, wondering what this guy was looking for.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun seemed to have found what he wanted and firmly grasped it in his hand.
Immediately afterward, the boy dashed out and disappeared in an instant.
Five minutes later, Cong Chun came running back, panting.
The boy was holding two bottles of water, one was ordinary water, and the other was a slightly colored, green apple-flavored soda.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment, a premonition rising in his heart.
Immediately afterwards, a voice filled with laughter reached the young master's ears.
"Here, have some. I bought it at the convenience store."
Cong Chun handed both bottles of water to Duan Mingxiao.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I bought one with flavor and one without."
Cong Chun ran outside under the sun, her face flushed, but she didn't feel tired at all.
Grandma said that guests are always welcome, and since there are no adults in the house, he has to act as a little adult and take good care of the guests.
The young master looked away.
He doesn't like owing favors to others.
However, Duan Mingxiao was probably speaking too softly, and Cong Chun didn't hear him.
The next second, Cong Chun thought the boy in front of him was embarrassed, so he brought over two bottles of water.
"You should try this apple soda."
"Then tell me if it tastes good."
Cong Chun had never drunk apple soda. His grandparents gave him pocket money to spend on school.
However, the boys were reluctant to spend the money and saved it all up.
Now, Duan Mingxiao saw the boy looking up with his little face upturned, his nose still red. At least he didn't find him unpleasant to look at.
He didn't find her soft-spoken manner offensive.
There was no strange smell on them; overall, the bean sprouts were fairly clean.
Duan Mingxiao met Cong Chun's droopy dog-like eyes and had a sudden thought.
He gave a reluctant reply.
[Something seems off here. (crooked smile image)]
[The lady in front of me, you're not alone.]
[Hey, why isn't White-Haired Bro being sarcastic anymore?]
Get off the show and apologize to Jiang Jiang!
[Whose fan is that upstairs? There's no need to haunt them like a mad dog.]
I like this little brother named Cong Chun.
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