Chapter 12
Jiang Jiawei, sitting cross-legged on the ping-pong table, ate with a devout and satisfied expression; anyone who didn't know better would think she was savoring some rare delicacy.
"Didn't you get enough of your birthday cake?"
"Um?"
"Didn't you go to a party? Didn't you eat enough?"
The sarcastic and deliberately nitpicky reaction was something Mu Zhengxi hadn't expected.
“Being full doesn’t stop me from eating spicy strips.” Jiang Jiawei grabbed Jiang Jiayi’s wrist. “Give me a bite of yours.”
Jiang Jiayi, who was sucking in breaths from the spiciness, handed her hers, saying, "I'll have one of yours."
Reciprocity is key.
"Sis, this is so spicy!"
"Mine is spicier."
Standing to the side, Mu Zhengxi felt like he had been taken advantage of.
no.
"Where's the spice? I'll try it."
Jiang Jiawei tore a larger hole in her spicy snack packaging, pulled out the half-eaten snack Jiang Jiayi had eaten, and stuffed it into her mouth. But the person who came over just lowered his head and didn't reach out to take it. Jiang Jiawei had no choice but to reach out and squeeze out a snack from the bottom of the packaging and hand it to his mouth.
The long, spicy slices are like slurping noodles; there's no end to them, and you can pull the whole thing out with one pull.
Seeing his pained expression, Jiang Jiawei unconsciously frowned and asked, "Is it spicy? Don't eat it if it's spicy." Kindly, she reached out to grab the end of the spicy snack for him, and Mu Zhengxi took the opportunity to bite it off.
Spiciness is just a sensation of pain, not taste. How can someone not even endure this little bit of pain? It's a matter of male dignity. The man who had been dancing ballet steps on the spot swallowed it whole. Mu Zhengxi grabbed Jiang Jiawei's wrist and ate the rest in one bite.
The person shaking their head had reddened eyes and said, "It's alright, not particularly spicy."
The next second, they started drinking soda like Jiang Jiayi.
Jiang Jiawei laughed hysterically.
The evening breeze at the tail end of summer is actually quite cool, but people who are covered in sweat are still shaking their collars and fanning themselves.
Mu Zhengxi sniffed, having recovered.
"Let me try again."
"there is none left."
Jiang Jiawei licked her lips, gesturing for him to see the empty bag.
Mu Zhengxi was speechless. "Damn, Jiang Jiawei, you're such a pervert."
The person who swung their knees laughed, revealing a row of clean, even teeth in the middle of their curved, red lips, and their raised cheekbones forming a bracket shape around their lips.
Mu Zhengxi said, "Try mine."
"Yours is too sweet."
"It's not sweet, is it?"
"I've tried it, it's really sweet."
"Try it!" Mu Zhengxi directly put it to the person's mouth.
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Jiawei reached out to take it, but was stopped by a click of the tongue.
Mu Zhengxi followed her example and squeezed up from below. Because he was standing, he could see the top of her round head when he looked down.
"It's not sweet, is it?"
Jiang Jiawei said, "Sweet."
"It's still a bit spicy, okay?"
Jiang Jiawei patiently agreed with him, saying, "Okay, it is a little spicy."
Jiang Jiayi: "I'll take a bite."
Mu Zhengxi was so angry that he handed him the whole bag of spicy strips.
The orange-flavored Fanta is actually a bit like citrus. When you twist it open, the bubbles burst in the air and the flavor masks the smell of the spicy strips.
There was a small white mark on Jiang Jiawei's cheekbone, which Mu Zhengxi could clearly see even in the dim light of the night.
Why is your face so white?
Jiang Jiawei reached out and wiped her face with the back of her hand, then burped, "Oh, it's cake."
Hidden beneath the white cream was a tiny mole.
"Jiang Jiayi, the cake they ordered tonight was especially delicious. We'll buy from that same cake for Dad's birthday next month too."
"good."
"It must be really delicious," Mu Zhengxi said, pouting. "Hey, Jiang Jiawei also has a bag of spicy strips."
"Do you want some?"
"I won't eat it."
"Jia Yi, do you want some?"
"I'm full."
"Okay, I'll eat it then."
Mu Zhengxi nodded eagerly, like a restaurant owner recommending a signature dish.
Is it spicy?
"Just a little bit, want to try?"
"want."
"Sis, I want one too."
"You just said you weren't going to eat!"
"You said it yourself!"
"Okay, okay, one for each of you."
Jiang Jiawei pulled out the piece of food she was eating halfway through and handed it to Mu Zhengxi first, but he didn't take it. Jiang Jiawei then reached out and took it.
Jiang Jiawei leaned back and stretched.
Mu Zhengxi sat on the edge of the other half of the ping-pong table.
"Sis, here you go."
"There's an airplane."
Jiang Jia looked up and asked, "Where?"
Jiang Jiawei pointed to the night sky, the roar of the engine sounding like muffled thunder in the clouds. Mu Zhengxi turned his head and glanced at the head behind him.
"Jiang Jiawei".
"Um?"
What gift did you give your class monitor?
"We all chipped in to buy it; it was a Walkman."
What's your birthday?
"sister."
"Um?"
"Give me a sip of your Fanta."
"Yes. September 1st, the first day of school."
"Wow, what a coincidence, me too."
Mu Zhengxi feigned surprise, but he found it so clumsy that he felt extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, Jiang Jiayi's genuine surprise turned the tide.
"Do you and my sister share the same birthday?!"
"Yeah, remember to buy me a gift next time too."
but.
"Jiang Jiawei, how come you're not at all surprised that we share the same birthday?"
"What's so surprising about that? There are two people in my class who share the same birthday as me."
Jiang Jiayi was also curious, "Who is it?"
You don't know him.
"All right."
Jiang Jiawei sat up straight, waved the spicy snack in her hand, and asked Mu Zhengxi, "Want some more?"
"If you don't want it, I'll eat it."
The person who came closer, separated by a hand's width of high-ball net, said, "Eat."
Jiang Jiayi said, "I'll buy you some super spicy snacks later."
This kid is very vengeful.
Jiang Jiawei laughed heartily.
Mu Zhengxi: ...
Jiang Jiawei took the last bit of chewing gum, which she had used to destroy the smell, out of the bag, put all the trash back in, jumped off the table, and started distributing the chewing gum.
"Jiang Jiawei, your braid is loose."
It was even looser than before, like a half-deflated soccer ball hanging behind my head, all collapsed.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm going to take a shower when I get home."
I'm still a little curious whether it pricks people.
Mu Zhengxi blew a bubble.
Jiang Jiawei also blew a bubble.
They began to compare sizes silently.
On a sudden inspiration, Jiang Jiawei reached into her pocket and said, "Hey, I still have two more pieces." She stuffed them all into her mouth.
"Hey, you're cheating. You can't do that."
Hahahaha.
The consequence of being so engrossed in eating spicy snacks was that I missed several phone calls from Hanyang.
Zeng Yuan participated in yesterday's parent-teacher meeting.
Mu Zhengting also returned to participate in the international exchange program between Hanyang University and their school's law school.
After reading the text message from Xu Zizhao, Mu Zhengxi casually tossed his phone aside.
I licked my lips, savoring the taste. To be honest, I never thought spicy strips were so delicious.
Mu Zhengxi began to develop the habit of eating breakfast on weekends in Changqing.
Under the shade of trees, a lively blue fish swims past the bright glass windows of the shops on the street.
"Jung Hee has arrived."
Good morning, Uncle.
"Good morning! We have zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) today. Would you like to try one?"
"want."
Where is Jiang Jiayi?
"I went to the community activity center to play badminton with my sister."
"oh."
"You can go and play with them later."
Ask them to play. This is something Wenqing stopped saying to children when he was in elementary school. Wenqing wasn't like an elder, and he wasn't treated like a child. But actually, being treated like a child wasn't so bad, and Mu Zhengxi accepted it quickly.
The weather is nice.
Specifically, this manifests as ample sunshine and a full stomach.
The person standing in the center of the badminton court had one hand on his hip, the badminton racket casually draped over his shoulder, and tilted his head with a triumphant smile. Jiang Jiawei's ponytail had become fluffy again, swaying and shimmering with tiny golden light.
Her eyes looked over, in his direction.
The difference between hawthorn and candied hawthorn is whether or not it is coated with a layer of sugar. Before the sugar coating cools down to a thin, brittle piece of glass, it is a thick, hot, caramelized syrup. Mu Zhengxi made candied hawthorn once during a practical activity class in elementary school, and he had cooked the syrup.
He sipped his milk through the straw, feeling that Changqing's autumn should be approaching soon.
"Brother Xi!"
When Jiang Jia saw him, it was as if she had seen a savior; she jumped up and down and waved.
They were playing doubles, a mixed-gender game, and they split up with a couple who came to exercise together in the morning. Jiang Jiayi and the aunt next to her were completely defeated by her husband.
Do you play badminton?
Mu Zhengxi raised an eyebrow, "There's no ball game that your brother can't play."
Arrogant beyond measure, but genuinely honest.
"Wow, who is this handsome guy?"
“He’s my friend!” Jiang Jiayi introduced, handing the racket in his hand to Mu Zhengxi. “Brother Xi, come here and teach them a lesson for us!”
The uncle across from me joked, "Looks like we've got some help."
The aunt chimed in, "Old Yang, are you ready?"
"Come on, Jiawei, are you confident?"
Mu Zhengxi said to her cheekily, "Don't cry if you lose the game later." One of the prank quotes from boys.
Jiang Jiawei smiled broadly.
"If you lose, you lose."
The uncle chimed in, teasing the boy and girl, "If I make you cry, I'll have to take responsibility."
"Okay, I'll buy you candy then, Jiang Jiawei."
Jiang Jiawei, standing in front of the net, simply shook her head.
What does shaking his head mean? Does it mean he doesn't want to eat candy or that he won't lose? Mu Zhengxi thinks there's only the first possibility.
The game was close after several points, but the match was noticeably more intense than before.
Standing on the sidelines, Jiang Jiayi was the most anxious. The two ladies, who had already played half the game, couldn't handle such a high-intensity back-and-forth. As another ball fell, the aunt immediately went to the net and suggested, "Jiawei, why don't we take a break and let them play by themselves?"
Jiang Jiawei raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her chin, panting as she nodded vigorously in agreement.
That suits both of you perfectly.
"Alright, you two rest. I'll have a good spar with this handsome guy."
"Uncle, then I won't hold back." Mu Zhengxi rolled up the sleeves of his T-shirt, making it sleeveless, and struck a pose.
"Haha, come on, come on!"
The power of the light increased over time.
When they were both drenched in sweat, the two men shook hands and made peace.
"You're really amazing, young man."
"Then it's still your uncle who won."
"My advantage lies in my experience. You'll surpass me after playing for a while. It was a lot of fun playing with you. Let's play together again next time."
"OK."
Jiang Jiayi, who had been keeping score and watching the game from the sidelines, comforted him after he came over, "It's okay, Brother Xi. This uncle is a PE teacher. He has been playing badminton for many years and even won the county badminton championship." He patted his shoulder like a little adult, "So you are already very good."
It was rare to hear Jiang Jia speak like a human being, so Mu Zhengxi smiled and ruffled his hair. However, he wasn't really that competitive when it came to badminton, since it wasn't his forte. "Hey, where's your sister? Did she go back?"
No, then.
Jiang Jiayi pointed to the banyan tree not far away.
Jiang Jiawei, who was squatting under the shade of a tree, was fanning herself with an advertising flyer. She had been playing with a child, but when she saw them coming, she stood up and handed the water she had just bought from the convenience store to Mu Zhengxi and Jiang Jiayi. "Are you done?"
My gaze was quickly drawn to Jiang Jiayi's face. I touched it with the back of my hand; it was burning hot from the sun. "Your face is so red, Jiang Jiayi. You should pick some aloe vera to apply when you get back, or you'll have an allergic reaction."
The man waved his hand dismissively and said, "It's nothing."
Jiang Jiawei fanned him, which was better than nothing in terms of cooling down.
Mu Zhengxi said, "I'm also very hot."
Jiang Jiawei then separated the two stacked advertising papers in her hands, one in each hand.
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