Chapter 29 The Miss with the Bad Idea is actually a good person.
Jiang Xiliu waited in the room for an hour, but no one returned: "Jin Zhao played me? He ran away?"
Naturally, no one around her answered her; only the useless artificial idiot in her mind kept yelling things like, "Oh my god!", "How dare he!", "What about the mission?"
Jiang Xiliu, carrying a hot water bottle that Jin Zhao had somehow found, shuffled open the door and called out with an air of authority but in a very soft voice, "Yisile."
"Ta-da!"
The sound of hurried footsteps immediately rang out.
Yisiluo, who had been paying attention to this area, ran over very eagerly and smiled ingratiatingly: "Miss, are you hungry?"
It was almost dinnertime, and she was just getting ready to cook. She had been debating whether or not to ask the young lady what she wanted to eat, but now her chance to show off had come knocking.
Although the young lady was "cold and ruthless," she was absolutely law-abiding and had no penchant for employing child labor. She glanced at the child, who barely reached her chin, and asked, "Where did Jin Zhao go?"
Yi Sile's smile faded slightly: "I don't know, Brother Jin Zhao should be home by now."
“Then go to his house and call him back.” Jiang Xiliu’s trick worked every time. “Just tell him that I’m going to be so angry if he doesn’t come.”
Yi Sile responded and reluctantly dragged herself to the next room. She didn't close the door completely, leaving a crack. Jiang Xiliu could hear the banging on the door mixed with Yi Sile's voice clearly from inside the room.
"Brother Jin Zhao, are you home?"
Before two seconds had passed, Yisile poked a fluffy head through the crack in the door, a wide smile playing on her lips: "Miss, Brother Jinzhao isn't here—"
Before he could finish speaking, a slight sound of a door opening came from across the hallway, followed by Jin Zhao's calm voice: "I'm here, what's up?"
Yisile's smile froze instantly. The child couldn't hide her feelings, and she turned around angrily: "Didn't you just go out?"
It's so annoying, why does Jin Zhao always try to outdo her in front of the young lady?
"I went to buy groceries," Jin Zhao said as he walked over. "I just got back."
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled away Isle's arm, which was bracing against the doorknob, and glanced inside.
Jiang Xiliu was barefoot and nestled on the sofa. While Yi Sile went to call for help, she had already found the most comfortable position.
She was half-sunken into the sofa, a thin blanket casually covering her legs, and a hot water bottle between her hands and lower abdomen.
Jiang Xiliu looked up, her face finally regaining some color: "You really went to buy groceries? You spent an hour just buying groceries?"
Her words were full of doubt.
Of course not.
The market is not far from where they live; it's only a ten-minute walk away.
But Jin Zhao had just been angered by Jiang Xiliu and left. He walked around the market a dozen times without saying a word, filled with indescribable rage.
Why was he unhappy? Was it because Jiang Xiliu was bossing him around? Or was it because Jiang Xiliu didn't care about him?
—Didn't he already know that Jiang Xiliu didn't like him? Didn't he already know what kind of person Jiang Xiliu was?
He walked around and around, still unable to figure anything out, but his emotions dissipated considerably as he sweated from the exercise.
Jin Zhao looked towards the vegetable market, decided to ignore Jiang Xiliu, and planned to just buy some bok choy at the entrance and go home.
He didn't even go inside; he stopped at the entrance to make his selections.
Just as the elderly woman at the stall finished packing the bok choy for him and was about to hand it over, she noticed his gaze fall on the yams on her stall, so she asked directly, "Young man, would you like to buy some yams?"
“No, I won’t buy it…” Jin Zhao shook his head and refused.
The old lady was a master at salesmanship: "Oh my, yams are at their best right now. They're great for making pork rib soup, and they're not too greasy even when eaten at night. Young man, want some?"
Jin Zhao remained silent, staring at the yam without saying whether he wanted to buy it or not.
The old woman's eyes darted around, and she raised her hand to wipe away her tears: "Oh dear, young man, it wasn't easy for me to carry this far. The road is difficult to travel now, and my home is far away..."
Jin Zhao remained silent: ...
Ten minutes passed.
Jin Zhao walked out of the market with a blank expression, carrying a bag of freshly chopped pork ribs, a bag of yams, and a few pomegranates that he had accidentally bought.
He still had no intention of taking care of Jiang Xiliu.
I just felt sorry for the old woman selling yams, the uncle selling pork ribs, and the older brother who ran the fruit shop.
"There was a little accident on the way, and I did a few good deeds." Jin Zhao said calmly. He walked around the unhappy Yi Sile as if they were old friends, went to the sofa, reached out and held Jiang Xiliu's feet, tucked them into the blanket, and tucked the corners in.
Jiang Xiliu frowned and gave him a disdainful look: "How come you can't even do something as simple as buying groceries right?"
“Exactly!” Isle immediately agreed.
A listless look crossed Jiang Xiliu's face. Her mouth tasted bland, and she desperately wanted to eat something: "Is the pomegranate ready yet?"
"Is it done yet?" Isle asked again.
Jiang Xiliu and Jin Zhao both looked at the child who was trying hard to join the conversation: "Have you finished your homework?"
Yisiluo lowered her head and said softly, "It's dinner time now, I... never mind, I'll go to the kitchen to cook." She then stood up.
“You don’t need to do it,” Jiang Xiliu called out to her. “You can just stay here with me and wait for your food.”
She turned to Jin Zhao, her soft voice vanishing instantly: "What are you still standing here for? Hurry up and cook!"
Yisiluo beamed, "Thank you, Miss. You're so kind."
The real laborer, the cook Jin Zhao, was pushed aside by Yi Sile. He took a deep breath and felt a slight headache.
Jin Zhao took three seconds to calm himself down. He turned and walked towards his home, but soon turned back. He placed the pomegranates he had bought in front of Yi Sile and said in a low voice, "I'll go cook. You peel them for her."
He looked up at the sofa and saw the young lady curled up in a ball, still looking listless.
"Warm it up with hot water before serving it to her."
Finally given a chance to shine, Isle immediately got up to wash her hands, then rummaged through the cupboard to find the most exquisite new plate before starting to prepare.
The male protagonist was diligently stewing soup for the young lady in the kitchen next door, while the female protagonist was squatting in front of the coffee table, carefully peeling a pomegranate for the young lady without breaking the flesh.
The system was pleased that the task was about to be completed smoothly, but it felt that something was wrong.
[System 0777: Miss, we missed one plot point. You haven't seen Jin Zhao watering the vegetables yet...]
“It was Jin Zhao who didn’t avoid me this afternoon,” Jiang Xiliu said logically. “This has nothing to do with me; it was Jin Zhao who didn’t follow the script first.”
[System 0777: ...What you said does make sense, but according to the main program settings...]
"If you don't know how to handle it, you might as well just report the error with one click." Jiang Xiliu didn't like hearing this, so she interrupted impatiently, "Don't bother me, I'm in a bad mood right now."
The system fell silent instantly. It understood that the database stated that during menstruation, women experience fluctuations in hormone levels, which can lead to mood swings, irritability, and decreased patience (1).
The young lady was listless at the moment, clearly lacking the energy to struggle; but the system thought again, the young lady was in such pain, yet she didn't take her anger out on anyone.
The young lady is such a kind person.
The kind-hearted Jiang Xiliu chewed two pomegranate seeds and then stopped eating, pushing the rest forward: "Kid, why isn't this sweet at all?"
She muttered to herself, "Did Jin Zhao buy a cheap, inferior one?"
While peeling the fruit, Isley ate a few pieces of the pulp that spilled out: "Hmm? Isn't it sweet? It is sweet."
Jiang Xiliu didn't have a cold, so she wouldn't have lost her sense of taste: "Try it."
Instead of reaching for it directly, Isler held the plate high, letting some of the pomegranate seeds roll off the edge.
She cupped her hands together and put them in her mouth.
After chewing it a couple of times, it was indeed not as flavorful as what she had just eaten.
"Ah—I know!" Yisile betrayed Jin Zhao without hesitation, "Brother Jin Zhao asked me to soak it in warm water for you, so the water washed away the sweetness of the pomegranate."
Jiang Xiliu knew Jin Zhao was no good. She snorted and came up with a wicked idea: "Take the rest of the soaked food and eat it yourself. As for the soaked ones... throw them on his bed."
Let him lift the covers at night and roll around in pomegranate seeds.
Ever since the young lady said she would sponsor Yisile, she has become completely obsessed with the young lady. As long as it's not murder or arson, Yisile will listen to the young lady in everything.
only……
"Jin Zhao's room door has always been locked, I can't get in." Yi Sile scratched his head.
"Why is he locking the door?" Jiang Xiliu thought Jin Zhao was crazy. He lived alone at home and still locked two doors, even though no one would come in.
But when people do bad things, they don't find it troublesome; in fact, they are exceptionally patient.
Jiang Xiliu gestured with her chin towards Yi Sile: "Go get a clean bag and put all these pomegranate seeds in it."
Yisile obediently did as she was told.
The young lady pulled out a coat with large inner pockets and put it on, then put the bag full of pomegranates into her pocket.
“Miss, this seems a bit obvious,” Isle reminded her.
"It's fine." Jiang Xiliu didn't care whether Jin Zhao would find out or not, as long as she could successfully throw this bag of rotten, tasteless pomegranates onto his bed, "He's blind anyway."
Yisile didn't understand and honestly said, "Hmm? Brother Jin Zhao's eyesight seems to be pretty good."
Because she was about to do something naughty, the young lady finally regained some energy and managed to get down and take a few steps.
Yisiler carried the hot water bottle for her, following behind the young lady like a little tail.
The two walked one after the other in a "grand procession" toward the next house.
Jin Zhao probably expected the two of them to come, because his front door was ajar and opened with a gentle push.
Hearing the noise at the door, Jin Zhao peeked out from the kitchen. After seeing that it was them, he didn't say anything and turned back to his work.
"Which one is Jin Zhao's room?" This was Jiang Xiliu's first time in this house that belonged to her. Although it was clean, it had an old feel to it, and several pieces of plaster had even peeled off the corners of the walls.
It's worlds apart from the newly renovated Yisile Home next door.
Isle pointed to the young lady: "It's the outermost room."
Jiang Xiliu walked straight up and pressed the doorknob, but it wouldn't open; it was indeed locked.
But this was her house, so Jiang Xiliu didn't beat around the bush and called directly towards the kitchen, "Jin Zhao, come open the door, I want to come in."
Yisile was a little flustered because it was the first time she had done something bad so openly. She didn't understand why the young lady was too lazy to even pretend.
While she couldn't help but think how cool the young lady's frankness was, she was also on tenterhooks, afraid that Jin Zhao would find out.
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The author has something to say: (1) Online popular science content.
One second ago, the AI was saying: "The young lady is so nice, she doesn't cause any trouble." [Exaggerated praise]
The next second, the young lady said: "I have a great idea...blah blah blah [kissing emoji]"
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