He Zhou gave him a look as if he were an idiot: "You wish! Do you think I'm your personal tailor?"
Last time, a dress made him so badly that he went blind. Did she think he always had this kind of leisurely interest?
He Jing knew that it was unlikely that He Zhou was busy improving his cooking skills every day, so she coughed awkwardly and then smiled, "Ever since Third Brother made me a dress last time, I've developed a special kind of bias towards him. Third Brother probably doesn't know this..."
She tugged at He Zhou, bringing him closer to her, her tone light and teasing, "After my classmates found out, they said I was Cinderella, and Third Brother was my fairy godmother."
It was obviously a joke, but He Zhou's gaze deepened. He looked at He Jing's profile and felt that she was hinting at something, but... it didn't seem impossible.
He Zhou began to seriously consider the matter, unaware that He Jing had only mentioned it casually, and then added, "The dress that Third Brother bought is very beautiful, I like it very much, thank you Third Brother."
He Zhou listened with unusual ease, but when his gaze fell on the dress, he suddenly became unhappy again. He snatched the dress back and said coldly, "I suddenly remembered that this dress was not prepared for you. I wanted to give it to Xiao Yi."
He Jing's hand suddenly went empty: "?"
He Zhou gave her a disdainful look: "Don't try your tricks on me. If you want me to make you a dress, just say so. I'm not that heartless."
He Jing looked at He Zhou in shock: "Third Brother, are you really going to do this?"
"snort."
He Zhou responded with a noncommittal nasal tone.
He Jing remained silent, resting her chin on her hand, wondering if she had given He Zhou the wrong impression, making him think she wanted him to make her a dress by hand.
However, He Zhou became angry when he saw her expression. His face darkened as if his eager attempts to please her had been rejected, or perhaps... He Jing actually looked down on his cooking skills from the bottom of her heart.
"He Jing, do you still want the one I have in my hand?"
Hearing him ask that, He Jing met his gaze blankly, reading from his eyes the meaning that "you're dead if you dare to say you want it."
She jolted and quickly shook her head: "No, I'm very happy that Third Brother is willing to make clothes for me, so... I'll give this dress to her."
He Zhou barely managed to calm his anger, and his mood improved a little, but then he became awkward again, saying sarcastically, "You seem quite happy to give it to her."
He Jing felt a chill run down her spine, inwardly groaning. She couldn't decide whether to accept it or not; her third brother was truly difficult to please.
He Zhou probably felt that his sour tone made him seem like he cared so much about whether she was jealous, so he couldn't save face and turned away.
Three days later, He Jing booked the same flight as He Zhou. Her seat was next to He Zhou's, with Lao Yutou and A Long sitting next to them.
After a long time apart, Old Taro still felt sorry that He Jing refused to become a disciple. He glared at He Zhou and said, "It's a competition, why did you bring your sister along?"
Isn't this just deliberately putting a piece of fatty meat near his mouth to tempt him?
He Zhou knew what Old Taro was thinking, and said coolly, "I'm happy to."
Old Taro's chest heaved with anger: "You traitor!"
Since He Zhou became his disciple, the relationship between the two has become increasingly tense. Old Taro has come to deeply appreciate He Zhou's sharp tongue, which is truly indiscriminate in attacking anyone he can catch.
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