Chapter 291 Fish Soup
Jiang Chen braked suddenly, and the people in the back seat of the car were not fastened with seat belts, so they became a mess.
Wang Guoping was hit all over by the fishing rod and fish food. The bucket containing the fish tilted and the fishy water soaked his pants. He roared in anger.
"You little bastard, I think you want to kill me!"
Jiang Chen turned his head hastily and asked hurriedly, "What did you just say?"
Wang Guoping's pants were wet and stained with two fish scales. The old man was in a depressed mood and looked miserable as he held the fishing rod.
Seeing Jiang Chen's anxiety, although she was angry with him, she still explained to him: "Don't you think it's strange? Xiaorou knew that you don't like fishing, but she still asked you to come fishing."
Xiaorou has a good temper and is meticulous and fair in her dealings with others.
Since these old guys live together, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts from time to time.
For example, Lao Zheng doesn't like people drinking and hates the smell of alcohol.
But Yu Tang would feel uncomfortable if he didn't drink a few sips.
The two of them had quarreled many times over this matter, and Xiaorou tried to mediate between them. On one side was her master, and on the other side was her grandfather. She did not favor either of them, but could give a solution that satisfied both old men, making both sides happy.
Besides, Xiaorou usually spoils Jiang Chen the most and never gets angry with him or deliberately makes trouble for him. Now the situation is obviously not right.
In Wang Guoping's opinion, Jiang Chen is just a person who is in a dilemma.
This kid is usually smart and quick-witted, but he becomes confused when it comes to Ye Rou's affairs.
Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, and a shadow fell on his gloomy and handsome face.
His eyes fell on the crucian carp wagging its tail in the bucket.
Thinking that Ye Rou was still waiting for his fish soup.
He didn't say anything, restarted the car, and the jeep started again.
Wang Guoping was curious and asked him further.
"How did you make Xiaorou angry?"
Jiang Chen said nothing and increased the speed of the car again.
There are two large courtyards. The courtyard on the east side has a bright and spacious gate, while the gate of the courtyard on the west side is filled with construction waste, which is messy and annoying. A young girl is standing at the gate, looking at the entrance of the alley with her neck.
Song Xiaoqin's legs were numb from standing, so she took down a cardboard and sat down, staring intently at the door next door.
She just saw Jiang Chen go out.
He should be back soon.
As she was looking forward to it, a jeep sped past her and stopped suddenly at the door next door.
The car door slammed open, and Jiang Chen got out of the car. He stretched his tall body, broad shoulders and back, opened the rear door, and took out a large bucket.
Song Xiaoqin was about to catch up when her legs went numb and she fell back.
Seeing that Jiang Chen was about to enter the compound, he ignored the numbness in his legs and stood up with gritted teeth.
"Jiang... Ugh!"
She had just shouted a word when her mouth was gagged and she was dragged back to the yard.
Wang Guoping watched Leng Po drag the man away without saying a word. He carried the fishing rod and fish food into the yard with a distressed look on his face.
Jiang Chen cooked the fish soup under the instruction of the mute woman. As soon as the soup was ready, Jiang Chen hurriedly scooped it out and walked towards the inner courtyard with the fish soup.
He held the fish soup with a tense posture, his steps were quick, but his mind was blank.
Jiang Chen was thinking about what Old Man Wang said.
Did Ye Rou already know that he had been hiding things from her and lying to her?
Will she get angry and leave without looking back?
Will you never talk to him again from now on?
Jiang Chen felt heartbroken whenever he thought about how he and Ye Rou had come to this point.
The tall figure stopped outside the main building in the inner courtyard and did not move for a long time.
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Ye Rou had been seriously ill and was in a bad mood. While waiting, she became drowsy and fell asleep.
The bedroom door opened and the faint fragrance filled my body.
The pure white gauze curtains were blown by the wind, performing a dazzling dance.
Ye Rou was sleeping on a big, soft bed, her black hair blown by the wind across her eyebrows. Disturbed by the itch, her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned, as if she was about to wake up.
It's all too beautiful, and too fragile.
Jiang Chen knew that Ye Rou had sharp senses, so he was afraid of waking her up, so he held his breath and was unable to go in or out. He stood frozen at the door holding the bowl of soup, unable to go in or out.
Ye Rou was awakened by the delicious taste of fish soup. The aroma was like a little hand, pulling her to fight against sleep.
“Hmm…”
The beauty wrapped in the soft quilt moved a little, and rubbed her little face against the soft pillow as if fondly, unable to tell which one was whiter and softer.
The slender fingers rubbed the sleepy eyes. The fox eyes were not fully open, the eyelids were half-closed, and the corners of the eyes were red from rubbing. It was particularly charming, which made Jiang Chen feel itchy and approached carefully.
"Wife, drink some soup."
Ye Rou was carefully picked up, and the delicious fish soup was placed at her mouth. She was half conscious, and she opened her mouth and swallowed the soup unconsciously.
After taking a mouthful of hot fish soup, Ye Rou felt a warmth coming over her. She shivered and became completely awake.
When she found herself being held by Jiang Chen, she did not struggle but obediently drank most of the bowl of soup.
Jiang Chen tried to feed her again, but Ye Rou pushed him away and refused to drink.
She half leaned on the bed, holding the quilt to wrap her body, then raised her eyes to look at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen held the soup bowl in his left hand, and the bowl looked particularly small against the backdrop of his large wheat-colored hand.
Ye Rou looked at him, and even the afterglow of the setting sun could not dispel the coldness in Ye Rou's eyes.
"Wife..."
Jiang Chen avoided her gaze in embarrassment, his whole body felt like it had been drenched in ice water, stiff and out of control.
Ye Rou waited for him to explain, but she didn't ask. She just said, "You sleep in the living room tonight."
Jiang Chen's face suddenly turned pale, and the hand holding the spoon trembled unconsciously.
"Why?"
The 1.9-meter-tall man sat at the head of the bed with a wronged look on his face, and his already tanned wheat-colored skin actually looked slightly whiter.
The fishing must have been unsuccessful, as there were red marks on his arm between his fingers from the thin fishing line.
The whole person looked like a big dog that was about to be abandoned by its owner, looking miserable and pitiful.
The delicious taste of the fish soup still lingered in her mouth, and Ye Rou couldn't say anything harsh to him in this state.
But she didn't want to let him go so easily, because Jiang Chen was the type of person who would push his luck further.
Ye Rou rolled up the quilt and got into the warm bed. She turned her back to Jiang Chen and said, "I'm sick, don't infect you."
Jiang Chen wanted to say that he was not afraid of getting sick, but Ye Rou covered her ears with the quilt, obviously refusing to communicate with him.
I don’t know if he has fallen asleep yet.
He went downstairs with the fish soup in a daze.
Ye Rou buried her face in the quilt, her fox eyes shining brightly.
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