Chapter 183 Extra: Metamorphosis (6)
Soon, the glow of dawn appeared on the horizon.
A sumptuous meal, the kind of meal a farmer would eat, was laid out on a wooden table.
A large pot of chicken soup is placed in the middle, along with two or three plates of stir-fried vegetables, a dish of minced eggplant and meat, and slices of homemade cured sausage.
These are simple home-style dishes, not too strong in flavor, but very delicious.
The production team had previously mentioned to Grandma Wen that her first meal here didn't need to be too elaborate.
After all, city kids only find it interesting to see "unpalatable food".
However, Grandpa Cong and Grandma Wen still felt it wasn't right. When guests come to visit, they should be treated well no matter what.
Moreover, I heard it was a boy about the same age as Cong Chun. How can a child of that age grow if he doesn't eat enough?
The cameras in the room are being used to film a program, which I heard will be broadcast on TV. They participated in the program and will receive a subsidy from the village.
To my shame, quite a few households in the village were willing to appear on the show, not only because of the subsidies, but also because they wanted to be on the show and make a name for themselves.
When the Cong family heard about it, they were initially interested in the subsidy and even asked Cong Chun for his opinion.
Cong Chun readily agreed, as he enjoyed having guests visit his home.
He has no friends. When guests come to his house, they can probably exchange a few words with him.
If the guest doesn't like talking to him, Cong Chun won't bother the guest.
Cong Chun, biting her chopsticks, secretly glanced at Duan Mingxiao beside her. The boy's droopy dog-like eyes were somewhat bright.
The boy in front of me probably doesn't mind spending time with me, otherwise he wouldn't have given me a puppy plush toy this afternoon.
Cong Chun remembered his grandmother's words about "reciprocity".
He was thinking about what to give Duan Mingxiao later, and he was even a little absent-minded during meals. He thought that if they kept giving and receiving, their relationship would get better and better.
Duan Mingxiao, sitting next to Cong Chun, was also absent-minded.
The young master stared at the food on the table, not touching his chopsticks for a long time, while also wondering where there was a five-star hotel nearby.
Cong Chun, who was standing nearby, noticed him and assumed that the other person was embarrassed.
After all, when he was a child, when he visited relatives, they would ask him if he wanted to eat.
Cong Chun would shyly hide behind his grandfather, though he secretly longed to eat it.
However, he was shy when he was young.
The next second, Cong Chun took the initiative to pick up the serving chopsticks and put a big chicken leg into Duan Mingxiao's bowl.
He used to eat the big chicken drumsticks, but now he gives them to the guests.
Duan Mingxiao snapped out of his daze and glanced at Cong Chun.
He felt that Cong Chun was meddling in his affairs.
Duan Mingxiao now wishes he could grow a pair of wings so he could fly to the hotel.
Grandpa Cong, who was standing to the side, had spent his whole life living in a farming family, but he spoke politely and softly.
The whole family has small voices, except for Grandma Wen, whose voice is probably the loudest.
Noticing Duan Mingxiao's reluctance, Grandpa Cong spoke to Cong Chun, who was standing nearby.
"Baochun, eat more. You've been studying so hard all this time that you've gotten so thin."
“You’re always saying you want to grow taller. Here, take this leftover chicken leg. Baochun is definitely going to grow taller this year.”
Cong Chun's attention was instantly drawn to Grandpa Cong.
The boy looked at the large chicken leg in the bowl.
"Thank you, Grandpa. I'm sure I'll grow taller this year."
As he spoke, Cong Chun gestured to the top of his head.
Grandma Wen, who was standing nearby, ladled out a bowl of soup and placed it on Duan Mingxiao's right.
"I guess it's because we haven't had any guests in a long time, and my silly grandson is a little excited."
She's usually quite quiet.
"Good child, don't be afraid. If you need anything, you can tell me or Grandpa later, it's fine."
"We can go to town together to buy it tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao's expression stiffened, and he could only nod.
His grandparents passed away early, and his maternal grandparents lived in Jinghai City, so they rarely saw each other, and the eldest son didn't spend much time with the elderly.
[I thought this guy with the firecrackers would swear, but he was surprisingly kind to the elderly person. My impression of him has improved.]
[Jiang Jiang next door is already cooking for his host family, but this guy is acting like a spoiled old man. He has no manners at all.]
[This family seems to be in the worst situation, but they're actually quite kind. The little girl next door was so scared by their meager dinner of thin porridge with a few rotten vegetable leaves that she cried.]
The young master is not actually a picky eater, but he is quite particular about the cleanliness of the food.
Perhaps it was because he was in an unfamiliar environment and met unfamiliar people, but Duan Mingxiao couldn't get over the hurdle in his mind, always feeling that everything was unclean.
So I didn't eat much for dinner.
However, in the short time it took to eat, Duan Mingxiao was bitten by several poisonous mosquitoes and had several red and swollen bumps on his body.
There are many mosquitoes in the countryside. Although mosquito coils are lit inside the house, the house is well-ventilated, so mosquitoes are still present.
Perhaps because the Cong family had lived here for so long, all the mosquitoes had their eyes on Duan Mingxiao, this new blood.
Moreover, the young master is naturally hot-tempered, making him particularly attractive to mosquitoes.
Nature has become the primary target of these venomous mosquitoes today.
Before long, Duan Mingxiao had several red and swollen bumps on his arm and another one on his cheek.
Anyway, Duan Mingxiao had no appetite for the meal; he couldn't stop wanting to scratch his itch.
Cong Chun quickly noticed that the boy still had food in his mouth and didn't bother to swallow it. He ran quickly to his room, found a bottle of grass-green herbal oil, and realized that he had only used a little bit and there was still a full bottle left.
Cong Chun swallowed his food and then quickly handed the green grass oil to Duan Mingxiao.
He knew there were many mosquitoes in the village, especially in the summer; he used to get bitten often when he was a child.
Sometimes, when mosquitoes bite Xiao Congchun's face, he might get teased by the boys in his class when he goes to school, who would say that he's not learning anything good at such a young age and has hickeys on his face.
Cong Chun had no idea what they were cursing about. Was he getting hickeys on his face? How?
Strawberries are not easy to grow.
When he was a child, he saw strawberries in a book and, being ignorant, begged his grandfather to plant strawberries for him so that he could eat them when they grew.
However, the climate here is not ideal for growing strawberries. My grandfather tried planting them two or three times, and the strawberries did eventually grow.
However, the strawberries were green, small, and astringent, unlike the big, red, and sweet ones described in the book.
Mosquitoes used to bite him when he was a child, and he probably got bitten a lot later on.
The mosquitoes had sucked too much of Cong Chun's blood and no longer wanted to drink it.
Right now, everyone's eyeing Duan Mingxiao, this hot commodity.
Of course, Xia Lili and Jiang Feng were also troubled by this, both of them suffering from mosquito attacks.
Fortunately, Xia Lili had brought her own mosquito repellent, which would keep her safe for a while.
The young master accepted the mosquito repellent oil. In fact, Yun Lanshuang had prepared it for him, but Duan Mingxiao was absent-minded in his room and hadn't packed the suitcase himself, so he naturally didn't know.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun saw Duan Mingxiao pour a large amount of liquid into his palm and rub it directly onto his arm.
To be honest, Cong Chun felt a little pained; there were only two mosquito bites on his arm, and a little bit would be enough.
The herbal oil comes in a very small bottle, probably only about 25 milliliters.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao pretended to pour a large amount of liquid into his palm.
Cong Chun immediately stepped forward, grabbed the other person's wrist, and stopped Duan Mingxiao's actions.
The boy's tone was gentle, like a refreshing breeze on a summer day.
"Let me apply it for you."
The young master froze for a moment, restraining himself for a split second, and almost pushed the boy to the ground.
Duan Mingxiao believed that his temper had been somewhat tempered since he appeared on the show. If he were in Jinghai City, anyone who dared to approach him would be kicked ten meters away in the next second.
[Yo yo yo, Firecracker Bro's about to hit someone! Our Jiang Jiang is so gentle!]
[White-haired Bro is definitely going to start swearing later, otherwise I'll do a live stream of myself washing my hair upside down tonight.]
I always felt that the eldest young master rarely lost his temper; his attitude towards this younger brother was clearly different from his attitude towards others.
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