Chapter 11 Chu Xingli, you are my husband...
Chapter 11
Lu Yunxin enjoys watching a good show, but she's also afraid they might actually start fighting.
She could tell that Luo Xiaoran was a hopelessly romantic person, and if Bao Keming said something hurtful, the consequences could be dire.
It's uncertain whether Bao Keming's physique can withstand a punch from a young man; we need to quickly advise them against it.
“Ke Ming, that’s enough,” Lu Yunxin said, who had been frowning and admonishing Bao Ke Ming a moment ago, but then smiled as she faced Chu Xingli and Luo Xiaoran. “Xiaoran, give me a hug. You two should hurry back and stew some goose.”
Hearing how Sister Lu addressed her, Chu Xingli suddenly became a little embarrassed, and her ears turned slightly red from the surprise.
How did this name get leaked...? It's probably Ms. Ye Huihui.
"Haha, but I have to say, Xingli, your name is so cute! Who gave you that name?" Lu Yunxin asked curiously.
In a way, it could be considered that he chose it himself. Luo Xiaoran silently answered in his heart.
"Well... I don't really remember much about what happened when I was little," Chu Xingli couldn't reveal that she had lost her memory in a car accident, so she tried to evade the issue as much as possible. When she couldn't get away with it, she pushed the problem onto Luo Xiaoran. "Do you know?"
Luo Xiaoran nodded: "I know."
Lu Yunxin turned around and glanced at Zhou Maidong, who was still sitting there motionless in a daze, and felt a surge of anger.
She simply pulled the small stool a little further away and then chatted with Chu Xingli and Luo Xiaoran: "Tell me more about it?"
Luo Xiaoran's every action was influenced by Chu Xingli's emotions. Upon hearing this, he glanced at Chu Xingli, as if seeking his permission.
Chu Xingli had never heard anyone other than her family talk about her childhood, so she found it novel and nodded to Luo Xiaoran to indicate that it was alright.
While telling the story, Luo Xiaoran didn't stop what she was doing. She took the match that Chu Xingli was going to use to light Lu Yunxin's firewood and said, "Baobao was a high-needs baby when he was little. So when he first learned to speak, he kept calling for 'Baobao'. Even when he was three or four years old, he still liked to call for 'Baobao'. So his mother gave him this nickname."
At that time, he was younger than Chu Xingli.
But whenever little Luo Xiaoran hears Chu Xingli crying and shouting "Hug me!", he will stumble over, open his little arms wide, and hug his brother tightly, whispering comfortingly, "Ranran, hug me, don't cry, brother~"
Chu Xingli had no recollection of it, but that didn't stop him from finding it very interesting.
Through Luo Xiaoran's description and the warmth in his eyes, Chu Xingli seemed to see her younger self in a daze.
But... it really makes people more embarrassed.
Lu Yunxin was moved by Luo Xiaoran's description, and her gaze towards Chu Xingli became more maternal.
[Luo Xiaoran really loves it; I'm almost falling in love with Chu Xingli based on his descriptions.]
Why did two people who loved each other so much have to get divorced? *sobs*
【Ahhh, Chu Xingli, you're such a husband!】
[Oh my god, her ears turned red! She's so easily embarrassed?!]
Chu Xingli hadn't forgotten what he had promised Luo Xiaoran in the Civil Affairs Bureau lobby, so during the program, he tried his best to cooperate with whatever Luo Xiaoran did, so as not to disappoint Luo Xiaoran.
Besides, he had already deliberately avoided Luo Xiaoran's gaze many times in the past hour or so, and he couldn't continue to ignore him now.
"Let's stew the goose instead," Chu Xingli said, covering her eyes with her hand and waving to Sister Lu. "Good luck, Sister."
"Okay." Luo Xiaoran quickly packed up the things, turned around and followed Chu Xingli.
*
Chu Xingli and Luo Xiaoran have a very good working relationship.
After exchanging a box of matches with the production crew, Chu Xingli took out two sheets of paper and easily lit the firewood by taking advantage of the dryness of the paper.
While they were at it, Luo Xiaoran used the knife provided by the production team to cut up the goose. His knife skills were so skillful that it looked like he cooked often.
Once the fire was burning brightly, Luo Xiaoran began to methodically put the chopped goose into the pot, and casually sliced some ginger and poured it into the pot along with cooking wine to blanch the goose.
"This ginger is just blanched; we won't add any more ginger when we start stewing it later." Luo Xiaoran remembered Chu Xingli's taste.
He has disliked eating ginger since he was a child, and every time he accidentally eats it, he cries and asks his mother for a hug.
Chu Xingli was taken aback, then nodded: "Okay... thank you."
Luo Xiaoran smiled slightly, but didn't say anything, continuing to busy herself with her own things.
Seeing everyone enthusiastically gathered around the iron pot to stew the goose, Bao Keming, who had been neglected for half a day, also became a little restless.
He hates being ignored.
He can only be happy when he is right in the middle of a crowd.
Moreover, Bao Keming also learned from a staff member's "accidental" leak that the reward for the first three people to finish stewing the goose was a good place to stay that night.
Bao Keming couldn't stand hardship, so upon hearing about the reward, he was instantly filled with fighting spirit.
He strode over to Qiao Manyun and asked in a feigned tone of concern, "Wife, how did it go? Was everything alright?"
Qiao Manyun found him baffling, looked up and glared at him: "Don't you have eyes?"
Bao Keming took the match, but it either broke or wouldn't light.
After all that effort, I couldn't even get the first step right.
“You chop up the goose here first,” Bao Keming stood up and paced toward the other groups, muttering to himself, “I’ll go learn from them.”
Qiao Manyun stared at the thick goose legs and bones, gritting her teeth: "Are you crazy? You want me to chop up a goose? Do you think I'm a guillotine?"
[lol, this couple is absolutely hilarious!]
In any TV show, someone always has to play the role of the joker.
Great! We've got both the King and Queen today, we're saved!
Bao Keming naturally went to the group that first put the lid on the pot and started stewing the food.
So he set his sights on Chu Xingli.
Bao Keming sidled up to Chu Xingli's stove, grinning ingratiatingly, "Give me a hug, little brother..."
Luo Xiaoran interrupted coldly: "You're not the one who calls me 'hug'."
This was the first time Bao Keming had a direct and conflict-ridden exchange with Luo Xiaoran.
He was about to banter and joke with Luo Xiaoran when he looked up and saw Luo Xiaoran's dark and deep eyes.
There was absolutely no sense that they were joking with him.
Seeing that he had won, Bao Keming shrank back and asked, "Xingliha, how did you start this fire?"
Chu Xingli was cutting potato chunks with a knife when she heard this. She looked up at him, raised an eyebrow and smiled teasingly, "Use your sincerity."
Bao Keming: "..."
After angering Bao Keming, Chu Xingli washed the potato chunks and placed them by the stove, pondering when to pour them out.
"Leave this to me," Luo Xiaoran said, taking the pot of potatoes from him, worried that he might burn his hand on the lid. "Go play."
Chu Xingli really didn't like cooking, so she said a very formal "Thank you for your hard work" and then got up to go find Lin Ning.
[Top-tier celebrity, incredibly handsome, young and wealthy, emotionally stable, and can even cook—absolutely stunning!]
Who understands the true value of saying "Go have fun"?
[Ranzi, you're so carefree! If you don't try harder to appease your wife, you'll soon be getting a cuckold's husband!]
Bored, Bao Keming wandered over to Lin Ning and Zhu Ji's group and found that they were just as in sync as Chu Xingli and his companion, even the water in the pot for blanching geese had already boiled.
"How did you even start this fire?" Bao Keming was genuinely puzzled.
Lin Ning has become good friends with Chu Xingli, so she doesn't like Bao Keming.
After listening, he didn't really want to answer, so he pretended not to hear and chatted quietly with Chu Xingli.
“Xingli told us that he found the firewood was a bit bloated with moisture,” Zhu Ji explained kindly to Bao Keming in broken sentences and clumsy idioms. “It’s probably because of the rain a few days ago; it was forced to go into battle before it could dry.”
"Here you go, this is my secret weapon."
Zhu Ji is an internationally renowned pianist, and his hands are naturally of the highest quality and most precious. In fact, when the producer hesitated about whether to invite him to participate in the program, he was worried about his hands, which were so expensive that they made people worry.
"Many people probably want to ask me how I achieved such success..."
When Bao Keming took the paper from Zhu Ji, he was careful not to cut his hand. He looked down, laughed, and said, "Who is this? So confident..."
Then he realized the words sounded familiar, and he immediately stopped smiling and carefully read the words on the paper again.
Then his smile completely disappeared.
Zhu Ji also politely accompanied him, his smile fading just like Zhu Ji's: "What's wrong, brother?"
Bao Keming was furious, but he still forced a straight face because he wanted to save face: "Why, why did you tear up my book?! That...that was something I worked so hard to..."
"It was so hard to find someone else to write it for me," Chu Xingli thought to herself with a loopy expression.
He knew Bao Keming's skills better than anyone.
Chu Xingli promptly came to Zhu Ji's rescue: "Brother, when you just released your book, didn't you say to everyone, 'I hope my book can provide some help when you feel lost'? предоставлятьпомощь~" (Provide help)
As he spoke, he turned to look at Zhu Ji, the implication of which was quite clear, while also taking advantage of the fact that Bao Keming couldn't understand Russian.
Zhu Ji instantly understood and immediately followed up, nodding emphatically at Bao Keming—
"I'm sorry... I was really confused when I couldn't start the fire."
Bao Keming: "..."
[Hopefully, this can offer some help when you feel lost.]
[When I couldn't start the fire, I was very confused.]
[Hug: Bro, are you angry? (loopy shaking head.gif)]
[Bao Keming: Hehe. After reading the content: No hehe]
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