Chapter 40 Wen Yanxi: When you see Chen Zhaoyue in the future, you must call her little aunt
"..." Johnny covered his head, a string of ( ) symbols drifted across his electronic eyes in grievance: "Is it like those novels you stay up late to read, young lady?"
As a domestic robot, Johnny's purpose is to serve his master well, so there are many downloaded novels, TV series and movies on its hard drive.
Johnny would read some books when he had nothing to do, but he mostly watched TV series and didn't read many novels.
But the lady likes reading novels very much.
Especially an app with a picture of a tomato, the lady has been reading it for more than 5,000 hours.
"That's right!" Chen Zhaoyue raised her chin proudly, put her hands on her hips and said proudly: "I am now the legitimate heroine with a golden finger!"
"Wow~" Johnny's electronic eyes suddenly lit up with little stars (ω), and instantly switched to dog-leg mode: "Congratulations, Miss, on upgrading your space. Congratulations, Miss, on becoming the heroine!"
As it spoke, it took out a pair of mini electronic salutes from somewhere and set them off. One robot now took on the role of creating the entire atmosphere.
"You're the only one who's too dramatic." Chen Zhaoyue couldn't help laughing: "Johnny, from today on, your new task is to help me farm!"
"No problem, I will complete the mission!" Johnny said, giving a standard military salute.
Chen Zhaoyue gave Johnny all the herbal seeds that had not been planted yet, and briefly introduced the situation of the black soil to him.
Johnny's electronic eyes scanned the land and seeds in front of him, and the data stream flashed: "Isn't this the popular farm game in the 21st century? Planting, watering, harvesting..."
It’s exactly the same, just longer, and then it becomes holographic so you can experience it firsthand.
"Yes, yes, that's right. I understand it that way." Chen Zhaoyue nodded with a smile. "Well, from now on, you will be responsible for sowing seeds. Remember to harvest after seven days, and then plant new ones, and then repeat the cycle."
Johnny tilted his head: "Miss, are you treating me as free labor?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Chen Zhaoyue patted its head: "Work hard, and I'll watch a horror movie with you later!"
"Okay, miss!" Johnny spun around happily when he heard that someone would accompany him to watch a horror movie.
After explaining things to Johnny, Chen Zhaoyue happily left the space, wondering if he should find a way to get more herbal seeds in the next two days.
It’s such a waste to leave such a large area of black land empty.
We can also grow some food, so we won’t have to worry about food and drink in the future.
"After the marriage report is approved, why not go to the health center to apply for a job?" Shen Zhaoyue pondered.
She couldn't stay at home doing nothing all day, not to mention that her medical skills and the many medicinal herbs she grew in the space had to be put to use!
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The setting sun dyed the training ground an orange-red. As soon as Wen Yanxi finished training, he strode towards the family compound.
The training uniform was soaked with sweat, clinging to the strong back muscles, outlining a hormone-filled outline in the afterglow.
"Uncle!"
A voice suddenly came from behind.
Wen Qing jogged over to catch up, sweat still dripping from under his training cap.
He was assigned to the third regiment, while Wen Yanxi was the commander of the fourth regiment, but fortunately the two regiments were in the same training ground and could often be seen.
Wen Yanxi paused slightly, his profile gilded in the setting sun. Even when facing his nephew Wen Qing, the sternness between his brows remained unchanged. "What's the matter?"
Wen Qing had long been accustomed to his uncle's stern look, but at this moment, his chest felt like it was blocked by a stone, making him feel suffocated and uneasy.
Ever since Chen Zhaoyue moved into his uncle's house, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.
Especially after yesterday's training, he saw with his own eyes that his uncle, who always stayed up the latest to train, was the first to leave the training ground...
Although the training was on time, it was different from the uncles in the past, and Wen Qing still felt a little uncomfortable.
It goes without saying that he must be rushing back to see the capitalist's daughter!
His uncle, a flower of high status, was plucked so easily by Chen Zhaoyue?
Why did that capitalist lady...
"Uncle is leaving so early again today?" Wen Qing forced a smile, but his eyes drifted towards the staff quarters.
He couldn't just watch the capitalist's daughter kill his uncle, he had to think of a way!
“…” Wen Yanxi’s eyes darkened, and the muscles under the sleeves of his training uniform tensed slightly.
He knew his nephew's temper too well. He came to him suddenly, most likely targeting Chen Zhaoyue.
"It has nothing to do with you." Wen Yanxi threw down a sentence and turned to leave.
"Uncle!" Wen Qing chased after him and hurriedly advised, "Uncle, don't be confused. Chen Zhaoyue is just a capitalist's daughter. She has a bad background, a bad temper, and a sharp tongue. Don't be fooled by her appearance!"
Wen Yanxi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the air pressure around him dropped instantly.
The poplar trees beside the training ground suddenly rustled, as if they also felt the chill.
"Uncle, I'm doing this for your own good. Look, the situation is so tense now. What if she gets implicated..." Wen Qing kept chattering.
"Enough!" Wen Yanxi shouted, and the cold light in his eyes when he turned around made Wen Qing silent instantly.
"I submitted the marriage report yesterday. Don't let me hear you say these words again." Wen Yanxi said coldly.
Wen Qing was struck by lightning, his eyes widening in disbelief.
It’s only been two days, and my uncle has even finished the marriage report?
What kind of magic potion did Chen Zhaoyue give him?
"Uncle, she is a daughter of a capitalist, how could you..." Wen Qing couldn't believe it.
"Wen Qing." Wen Yanxi interrupted him again, her voice clear as day: "From now on, when you see her, call her 'little aunt' instead of 'Miss Capital'."
"..." Wen Qing's face turned pale instantly, as if he had been hit on the head with a stick.
When he came to his senses, Wen Yanxi's tall figure had already walked away, and the setting sun stretched his shadow very long, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.
"Chen Zhaoyue, that vixen!" Wen Qing fiercely kicked the stone at his feet and cursed with gritted teeth, "You've even seduced my uncle to the point of losing his mind!"
No, he couldn't let Chen Zhaoyue ruin his uncle!
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Wen Yanxi hurried back home. Chen Zhaoyue was standing in front of the stove. Seeing him come back, she turned around and said with a smile, "Are you back? The rice and vegetables are washed. Just stir-fry and we can eat."
Of course, this is all thanks to Johnny!
Originally, she wanted Johnny to prepare the meal directly so that Wen Yanxi could eat it when she got home.
But she couldn’t even cook yesterday, but today she can suddenly make a table full of dishes. Anyone who sees this would be suspicious, right?
So Chen Zhaoyue compromised and only let Johnny complete the simple preparation work such as washing and cutting vegetables.
It’s just washing and cutting vegetables. Even the most pampered lady would do this!
Wen Yanxi stood at the door, the sweat stains on his training uniform still not drying.
He looked at Chen Zhaoyue, his stern brows softened unconsciously, and the fatigue after training seemed to have dissipated most of the time.
So this is what it feels like to have someone waiting for you at home. He felt like he had a strange warmth in his chest.
"Okay, I'll do the rest." He strode into the kitchen and took over the cooking. "You go and rest."
"It's okay." Chen Zhaoyue shook her head and moved aside to make room for him: "I'll go with you."
"Uncle." Looking at Wen Yanxi squatting down to light the fire, his back soaked with sweat, Shen Zhaoyue suddenly asked, "Are you tired from training today?"
She asked naturally, but Wen Yanxi was slightly stunned.
No one in the army ever asked him this question - why would a tough soldier care whether he was tired or not?
But at this moment, this simple concern made him feel a strange warmth in his heart.
"Not bad." He murmured, and quickly put firewood into the stove. "I'm used to it."
At the moment the flames rose, the shadows of the two people overlapped on the kitchen wall, giving it a sense of homely warmth.
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