What does it mean to give?
Zhu Xun was extremely annoyed... They had already gone home, and Huai Jing, who always clung to her uncle, had left, so why?! This little white bird! And Song Zi Tang! They came too!! Xiao Bai Yao even bought a house in the city!!
"What brings you two here?" Zhu Xun stood at the entrance, looking at the two people who were scrutinizing him without any expression.
"Wonderful! Brother You's residence is truly a hidden paradise! I, Song, have never heard of or seen anything like it!"
"Wow! I hear familiar accents everywhere! No wonder this is You Youju's home! Waaaaah, I can't wait!"
Zhu Xun frowned and rubbed his temples, then raised his hand to stop Song Song from entering the house. Song Song looked puzzled, then suddenly realized what was going on and called Qi, who was outside the door, in.
Seven hands offered: "Young Master Zhu, this is a small amount of profit. I brought it in without seeing any of your servants."
You Youju popped out, still holding a spatula: "No need for formalities. Xun'er means you should change into slippers before coming in. Qi, don't stand there, come in." After saying that, she turned and ran to the kitchen to start cooking.
Xiao Baiyao was quick to understand and opened the shoe cabinet next to her, took out a pair of slippers and put them on.
Song Song looked around at the layout like a curious child, while Xiao Baiyao acted as her explainer.
Zhu Xun brought out the washed fruits and vegetables, tied on her apron, and went to the kitchen.
"Uncle, let me help you."
You Youju waved her hand and said, "Serve the dishes, let's eat first, we're just missing a soup."
Why are they here?
"Hmm? Didn't I say? I said I'd take the Youth-Changing Pill today. They said they were coming to visit yesterday, and I thought it would be nice to have a lively gathering. Zhu Xun should also interact with more people." He picked up the bowls and chopsticks and took them out.
Zhu Xun didn't say anything. Because Qi came in to help.
Song Song, disregarding the rule of "not speaking while eating or sleeping," excitedly joined the conversation.
"Wow, after eating so many delicacies, I've almost forgotten what simple meals taste like!" Xiao Baiyao said shamelessly. "Your house has no servants and no rules, and the decor is a blend of ancient and modern styles. It's so comfortable!"
You Youju rolled her eyes at him: "Eat your food."
After finishing his food, Song Song put down his chopsticks and said, "Although I don't understand your accents, the hospitality you two have provided was seemingly casual yet meticulously planned. When I return home, I'll renovate my courtyard to try and emulate Brother You's free-spirited and unrestrained style!"
You Youju and Xiao Baiyao exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It was right there in the moment that Zhu Xun sensed the barrier between them. It seemed that no matter what, there would always be a divide between him and You Youju.
After several rounds of drinks, as the games were coming to an end, Jiu Xiaobai asked You Youju about it.
"Your courtyard may not be big, but can you manage it all by yourself? You still haven't learned how to enjoy life, Xiao You!"
You Youju clinked glasses with everyone, then slowly glanced sideways at the little white bird: "You seem to be enjoying yourself quite a bit. My staff dormitory is right in the city, okay?"
When I lived here before, I would hire people to clean, tidy up, or do some maintenance, but I wasn't used to being waited on hand and foot. I'd send them home as soon as they were done; it just didn't feel right, even though it wasn't a big deal.
He took an extra sip of his drink: "It's not like we can't live without servants. We're from the 21st century, you know!"
Xiao Baiyao chuckled and punished himself with a drink, then casually asked, "Ju, where are your family members here?"
Song Song propped his head up and leaned against Qi, letting Qi wipe his face with a damp handkerchief: "Oh, is it because your family doesn't approve of your cultivation and kicked you out? But it doesn't matter, my family doesn't approve either, but I'm the youngest son, hehe, my parents don't discipline me much, hehe."
You Youju had drunk the most, and was now slumped over the table, her eyes moist, looking exceptionally beautiful: "Zhu Xun is my family."
Zhu Xun was clear-headed. He and Seventh Young Master were the only ones drinking at the table, so his face was only slightly flushed and he was still conscious.
He swallowed hard, but felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
Xiao Baiyao suddenly put his hand on You Youju's shoulder, lowered his head, and brought his lips very close to You Youju's ear, but his voice was still loud: "Is he your relative here?!" You Youju was almost deafened by his shout, turned his head and covered his ears, the two of them were only a hair's breadth apart, and he shouted back: "Otherwise what!"
Zhu Xun raised his eyebrows, stood up by supporting himself on the table, lifted Xiao Baiyao from behind, and dragged him backward with a little force.
"Dude, hey, slow down, it hurts!"
Song Song chuckled blankly, "But Brother You and Brother Zhu don't look alike! Hehehe, I can't tell they're family, hehehe."
You Youju suddenly stood up and shouted, "This isn't family! It's more than family! You don't understand!"
Just as she was about to fall, Zhu Xun reacted quickly, dropping Xiao Baiyao and catching You Youju, leaving Xiao Baiyao rubbing her bottom in frustration.
Song Song, as if launching a rebellion, suddenly leaped up: "I understand! Me too! Qi Ye and I feel the same way! I admire Brother You's intention! Let's drink a big toast!"
Xiao Baiyao burst into laughter: "If you want to drink, just say so. Seventh Master, you two are acting like gays."
Song Song helped him up, took his wine cup, and apologized to everyone: "Please forgive my rudeness. I will take the young master back immediately. Thank you for your hospitality today. Young Master Xiao's carriage is outside. I will go and inform his servants. I apologize for the inconvenience. Please take Young Master You down to rest. It would be best if you could also make him a bowl of hangover soup."
He carried Song Song on his back with one hand and dragged Xiao Baiyao away with the other... Zhu Xun had never heard Qi say so much before. He even felt that there was a hint of warmth on Qi's usually expressionless face.
I carried You Youju back to bed and cleaned the table while I was making hangover soup, all in one go.
Zhu Xun lit the candles and then revealed the two luminous pearls that had been covered, instantly brightening the room. He gently placed You Youju on his shoulder and fed her the hangover soup spoonful by spoonful.
Yu Youju's lips shimmered under the lamplight; the room was warm, her cheeks were flushed, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow...
"Hmph...hmph...gay...laugh...die," You Youju murmured, a smile playing on her lips.
"uncle?"
You Youju's eyes were half-open, misty, and a pool of blurry tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked at Zhu Xun.
Zhu Xun felt a sudden itch in his heart, and his fingertips felt a little hot. He put down You Youju and tried to distract himself: "Uncle, what does 'gei' mean? Is it your hometown dialect?"
You Youju rolled over, lazily waving her hands, her eyes half-closed and half-open, her smile widening on one side: "It's too hot... um... take my... take off my coat."
Zhu Xun's pupils contracted, his breathing became rapid, and he trembled as he peeled off You Youju's outer skin.
The oranges are left to be arranged and manipulated by the bamboo.
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