Chapter 32 He is my brother, of course I won’t give birth to him…
Ji Jingchuan obviously knew this, so when the program team sent him the task of picking vegetables from the vegetable garden for dinner, his eyes suddenly lit up. As he walked out, he pretended to be disgusted and said, "It's better not to call Shang Que for this kind of thing, so as to avoid her getting in the way. It's fine for the two of us to go, right?"
Jing Ya didn't expose him.
The vegetable garden was planted by several families in the village. It had several plots of land and dozens of varieties of vegetables. It was fenced with wooden boards. When they passed by, Lu Zhixu and his group of three were standing at the entrance of the fence.
"Sister Shengsheng, do you have any favorite vegetables? I'll pick some for you later." Jiang Chi said considerately, "Don't go in. Your white shoes will be hard to wash if they get dirty."
It had just rained last night, and the soil on the ridges of the fields had not dried up yet. It was wet, soft and sticky, leaving deep footprints wherever you stepped on it.
Ning Sheng looked down and realized that she had forgotten to change her shoes when she came out. There were already a few spots of mud on the brand new leather surface, which looked very abrupt. She frowned slightly and looked apologetic: "Then-"
"Then you pick the vegetables by yourself. Ning Sheng and I will go back and light the fire to cook. It will be faster if we divide the work and work together." Lu Zhixu took over and made arrangements without any hesitation: "By the way, Ning Sheng likes okra and lettuce, and I love broccoli. You can pick a little of each. The production team has meat and eggs, and there are too many vegetables to finish them."
Jiang Chi was stunned: "No——"
"You're welcome, right? I haven't said thank you yet." Lu Zhixu gave an irritating smile.
[Jiang Chi: No, who asked you?]
[This is so funny! Xiao Jiang, you can't beat this old fox.]
[Who says Lu Zhixu doesn't fight or compete? If he really starts to fight, who cares?]
Jiang Chi was choked by his attitude and immediately turned around to complain, "Sister Shengsheng, look at him!"
Ning Sheng was caught in the middle. Upon hearing this, he stared at Lu Zhixu seriously, then nodded, pretending to be stupid. "Now that we're done, let's go back and make a fire and cook. Come back quickly after you finish picking the vegetables."
[Xuxu Rusheng CP fans, come to the table and eat! ]
[If this isn't a two-way journey, then what is it?]
[Little Jiang has broken into pieces in the corner that no one cares about.]
[Who said no one cares? If it weren't for Xiao Jiang, we, Xu Xu and Ru Sheng, would still be boiling frogs in warm water. Thanks to him, Lu Zhixu stood up. Hurry up and say thank you to Xiao Jiang!]
You didn't let him go either.
After Lu Zhixu and Ning Sheng left, the two who had been watching the excitement from a distance walked over. Ji Jingchuan patted Jiang Chi, who was standing there doubting his life, and said, "Brother, move aside."
Jiang Chi immediately put away his heartbroken expression: "Why, no need to comfort me, I can take it easy."
"Who comforted you?" Ji Jingchuan frowned strangely, "You must have heard me wrong, I said move aside, you're blocking the door and we can't get in."
“…”
【Ji Jingchuan, you are so bad. 】
[Xiao Jiang's Heart Fragment +1]
[Hahahaha, even if you think about it, Ji Jingchuan is not the type to comfort anyone. It's good enough that he doesn't add fuel to the fire.]
"By the way, you're the only ones here—" Ji Jingchuan paused, looked at the lonely man, and changed the subject: "Are you the only one here?"
At this moment, an urgent voice mixed with dialect suddenly came from the vegetable garden: "You can't pull it out like this, if you pull out the roots, it won't grow out!"
"Oh, that won't work. It's easy to cut your hand. Didn't I just show you how to cut? Just imitate it."
"I can't learn!" Song Xiyue stood up from a chive patch angrily and threw away the sickle in her hand. "I won't pick them anymore. They can eat whatever they like. Why should I be the only one picking the vegetables?"
A kind-looking villager nearby coaxed her, "They must have sent you here because you're smart. You've already picked several vegetables. The only thing left is the chives. Once you cut them, you're done."
"No, Lin Jinyi is exploiting me!" Song Xiyue stopped calling her cousin and turned around to see Ji Jingchuan. She said angrily, "I want to switch groups with you. I want to be in the same group with Shang Que."
Ji Jingchuan frowned in dissatisfaction: "You are in the same group with Shang Que, and you are the one picking the vegetables."
"Who said that? Shang Que wouldn't do that. She just finished picking the vegetables and left." Song Xiyue suddenly realized: "No, then why did you come?"
Ji Jingchuan was also stunned: "Shang Que has been here?"
"Yes, she arrived the earliest. When I came over, she had already finished picking the fruits and was about to leave. She must have already returned home and started cooking by now."
Shang Que, cook.
These two factors put together immediately made Jing Ya alert. He told Ji Jingchuan worriedly: "You pick the vegetables first, I'll go back."
Ji Jingchuan was puzzled: "Why go back?"
"See if there's a fire in the house."
"Not really?"
Jing Ya nodded: "As for that, Shang Que has blown up other people's kitchens before."
"Is she so powerful?" Ji Jingchuan raised his eyebrows, and after two seconds he suddenly realized something, "No, how did you know?"
Jing Ya: "Because it was my house that was bombed."
What a joke from hell.
【Jing Ya: Guess how I knew that? 】
When Ji Jingchuan heard this, he immediately followed his footsteps: "Then I will go back with you."
Just as they came out of the vegetable garden, they ran into Lin Jinyi head-on. She was standing on the edge of the field, her arms folded across her chest, frowning and shouting, "Song Xiyue, I asked you to pick some vegetables and you haven't come back for a long time. We've already steamed the rice, what are you doing?"
Ji Jingchuan passed by and complained: "She told us that you exploited her and asked to be switched to a team with Shang Que."
Song Xiyue raised her head in disbelief: "How could you do this!"
"Song Xiyue!"
"I was wrong, cousin!" Song Xiyue quickly picked up the sickle that was thrown on the ground: "I will finish picking it soon!"
[Song Xiyue: Pick it up quickly! ]
[Hahahaha why is she so pretentious and cowardly? I almost like her.]
[Isn't it because Ji Jingchuan said she wanted to be in the same group with Shang Que that she deliberately complained? ]
[It's very possible. In the previous episode, Shang Que just casually mentioned wanting to partner with Lu Zhixu, and he sent him to the frontier.]
[Ji Jingchuan really holds a grudge.]
Ji Jingchuan: No one can replace me beside Shang Que! No one!
When I got home, there was no sign of a fire on the wood stove in the kitchen. The kitchen knife and chopping board had been used, and there were still a few pieces of mushy cucumber and leftover chili peppers on them.
It was obvious that Shang Que just made some smashed cucumber to eat.
Ji Jingchuan felt relieved.
The meat and eggs sent by the program crew were right next to him. He went back to the vegetable garden to pick some vegetables and worked with Jing Ya to make dinner.
After the food was served, Ji Jingchuan deliberately raised his voice and shouted, "It's time to eat!"
However, the door remained tightly shut, and no sound could be heard from inside. Ji Jingchuan feigned displeasure and slammed his chopsticks on the table. "Shang Que is really going too far! I won't indulge her!"
He stood up suddenly, walked over angrily, knocked on the door, and said in a fierce tone: "It's time to eat, Shang Que, if you don't eat--"
“No.”
"If you don't want to eat, I'll leave some food on the table. You can get up and eat when you're hungry later." He changed the subject and knocked on the door again, "Did you hear me, Shang Que?"
"Stop knocking, I want to sleep."
Ji Jingchuan retracted his hand and said "Oh": "Then remember to eat when you wake up!"
I Won't Spoil Her
【《Then remember to eat when you wake up》】
[Use the most aggressive tone to say the most cowardly words. ]
【Ji Jingchuan, you really love me too much. 】
However, until the end of the live broadcast, the food on the table remained untouched. Ji Jingchuan came out to take a look, then returned to the room and asked uncertainly: "Brother, do you think Shang Que is really angry?"
Even the most useful delicacies don't work, this is terrible.
What to do? Ji Jingchuan sat cross-legged on the bed, frowning, thinking about countermeasures.
Seeing this, Jing Ya stood up and comforted him, "No, I'll go out and take a look."
The living room was dimly lit, and the food left on the table remained untouched. Jing Ya took a look, walked to the opposite room, and raised his hand to knock on the door intermittently.
Soon, the people inside began to get impatient: "Stop knocking!"
Jing Ya didn't listen and continued to knock on the door at the same rhythm. The intermittent knocks were particularly disturbing. Sure enough, not long after, the door was pulled open from the inside.
"I told you to stop knocking. If you keep knocking, Ji Jingchuan, get out of here." Shang Que paused, "Why is it you?"
She treated everyone equally: "Get out of here too."
Jing Ya curved the corners of his lips and said, "Just say a few words and get out. If you close the door, I'll keep knocking."
Seeing his intentions being seen through, Shang Que paused in closing the door and curled his lips: "You say."
"Ji Jingchuan left dinner for you, but since you haven't eaten, he's sitting in his room nervously wondering if you're really mad at him." Jing Ya finished his speech briefly, then added, "Your brother actually cares about you quite a bit, but he's a bit stubborn."
Shang Que suddenly looked up at him: "How do you know he is my brother?"
"He told me himself." Jing Ya confessed everything. "When we first met, he asked me to teach him how to cook. But I saw that the dishes he learned were not his favorites, so I asked him about it. He told me that he thought his sister would like it, so he planned to learn how to cook for her."
"Later, when we got to know each other better, he kept talking about his sister to me." Jing Ya had already thrown aside Ji Jingchuan's warning not to tell anyone and recalled, "He said his sister lived abroad and they hadn't seen each other for a long time, but he remembered that she liked peaches and sweet and sour things. He talked about a lot more, and the more I listened, the more familiar it became. When I asked her name, I found out her sister was also called Shang Que."
Jing Ya lowered his head and stared at her, who was a little dazed, and smiled softly: "I should have guessed it a long time ago. You two have very similar personalities. You are both stubborn, hard-mouthed but soft-hearted, and cocky."
Shang Que retorted, "I didn't."
"Look, you're being stubborn again." Jing Ya raised his hand and pinched her face. "So, can you please soften your heart and stop being angry with that guy?"
Shang Que pursed her lips and slapped his hand away: "Who said I was angry with him?"
"Um?"
Shang Que sneered: "You two teamed up to trick me, but he's my brother, so of course I'm not angry with him."
Jing Ya understood: "Are you angry with me?"
Seeing that she didn't say anything but had an expression that said "you decide", Jing Ya said helplessly: "Okay, then please be generous, King Shang Que, and give me a chance to apologize."
He pulled a deck of cards from his pocket, removed the card case, and placed them face down. "Pick a number from 1 to 54."
"25." Shang Que leaned against the door frame, watching what he was going to do.
Jing Ya pulled the cards casually, and the entire deck of cards fell from a height like a waterfall, one card after another. The cards collided with each other, making a crisp and pleasant sound, and finally fell steadily into one hand.
Oh, showing off.
But I have to say that Shang Que was fooled by him.
The navy blue backs of the cards danced between her slender, white fingers, transforming into all sorts of beautiful shapes before returning obediently to the deck. After several visually striking shuffles, the deck was completely shuffled and reorganized.
Jing Ya swiped the card lightly, and it expanded into a fan shape with a "whoosh" sound. "25, right?"
He found the card corresponding to the number in order, pulled it out and handed it face down to Shang Que. He raised his thin eyelids, looked down at her and said, "The Ace of Hearts in the car was not mine."
“This one is it.”
He held Shang Que's fingertips and turned the card over, revealing it to be an Ace of Hearts.
*
Jing Ya returned to the room and as soon as he opened the door, his eyes met with Ji Jingchuan who jumped out of the bed.
Seeing him, Ji Jingchuan looked as if he had seen a ghost and asked in shock: "Brother, when did you go out?"
"..." Jing Ya was silent for two seconds, "I just told you."
But at that time, Ji Jingchuan was immersed in the thought of whether Shang Que was angry with him, and he didn't hear it at all.
After such a long psychological struggle, Ji Jingchuan has figured it out. If he was wrong, he was wrong. If Shang Que was really angry, he would just apologize.
Anyway, when Shang Que misunderstood him before, he also apologized to him.
Sorry, these three words shouldn't be that difficult to say, right?
Ji Jingchuan clenched his fists, made up his mind, turned around and asked, "By the way, brother, you just came in from outside, did you see Shang Que?"
"I see."
"Where is she?"
"We'll eat in the living room."
Ji Jingchuan's peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly ran out. When he opened the door, he saw Shang Que sitting at the dining table, eating slowly and leisurely with his head down.
Hearing the noise, she tilted her head to look over.
Ji Jingchuan immediately raised his head and chest, sighed proudly, and subconsciously said: "Didn't you say you didn't want to eat, why -"
Shang Que put down his chopsticks expressionlessly.
Ji Jingchuan quickly changed the subject: "Why didn't you ask me to heat it up for you? The food is cold."
…
Shang Que retracted his gaze: "No, it's edible."
The weather wasn't cold, so the food was still warm. Shang Que picked up his chopsticks again, picked up a piece of tomato, and put it into his mouth.
Ji Jingchuan closed the door and walked over to sit down opposite her. The two of them were separated by an old wooden table, and no one spoke for a while.
Not long after, Ji Jingchuan couldn't help but speak first, muttering: "Who told you not to come out to eat earlier? It tastes so good when it's fresh out of the pot."
Shang Que hummed, "It tastes good now, too."
When Ji Jingchuan heard this, he asked with great interest, "Which dish do you think is the best?"
There were four dishes in total: salt and pepper spare ribs, shredded pork with green peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and lettuce with garlic sauce. Shang Que thought about it and decided to give him some face: "Salt and pepper spare ribs."
Ji Jingchuan is very good at cooking spare ribs. Shang Que has eaten several kinds of them, including sweet and sour spare ribs, roasted spare ribs with chestnuts, fried spare ribs with mint, and steamed spare ribs with taro.
So this salt and pepper pork ribs was most likely made by him... right?
But the next second, Ji Jingchuan's mouth suddenly dropped, and he slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "Shang Que, you have no taste! This is the only dish I didn't make out of the four!"
“…”
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