As the most lenient older brother in the He family towards Yan Hanxi, He Yuan had to admit that he was not happy at the moment.
How can I describe this feeling? Well… it's like the little cabbage I painstakingly planted was eaten by a pig.
The cabbages that I painstakingly grew were all voluntary.
He Yuan drove He Jing and Yan Hanxi to the supermarket, where they bought two pounds of high-quality spare ribs and some peanuts.
He Yuan remembered that He Jing loved to eat salted peanuts.
Back at the company dormitory, He Yuan casually tossed some peanuts to Yan Hanxi and instructed, "Peel some and keep some. Stir-fry the shelled peanuts as a snack with drinks, and wash the rest to make salted peanuts."
Yan Hanxi raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, then looked at He Jing while holding the bag of peanuts: "You like salted peanuts?"
He Jing beckoned to Yan Hanxi, then lowered her head and whispered, "It's what Fourth Brother likes to eat."
It's funny to think about. Besides meat, He Sui's favorite food is peanuts. One day, He Jing made some salted peanuts as a snack, and He Sui peeled all the peanuts meant for the whole family.
He was like that squirrel eager to fatten up for winter, eating until his belly was round and bulging, and then complaining with self-righteous indignation:
"He Jing, why did you only make such a small amount? There won't be any left for the others when they come back."
He Jing looked on with a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "Aren't you going to get full eating so much? Look at the shells in the winnowing basket..."
They were piled up as high as a small mountain.
He Sui took a look and, lo and behold, it really was true.
He raised his chin without any guilt: "It's all because you cooked it so well, the more I ate, the more flavorful it became, and I finished it without even realizing it."
He Jing sighed and shrugged: "Fourth Brother, you'd better clean up this mess before Second Brother and Third Brother come back. I'll just pretend this pot of boiled peanuts was never cooked."
Otherwise, if He Ning and He Zhou saw it, they would assume that she was secretly giving him special treatment.
He Sui mumbled "I know" as he quickly cleaned the table.
The story should have ended there, but coincidentally, He Yuan, who had been busy setting up his company, suddenly returned. As soon as he opened the door and entered, he smelled peanuts. Looking up, he saw He Sui "disposing of the body."
At this moment, He Yuan still hadn't noticed anything amiss. He put down his briefcase and said while changing his shoes, "Jingjing, have you made something delicious again? Dad, Mom, and Lao San are all home. You don't need to do anything yourself; just ask them... Okay, I'm a little hungry now. Jingjing, what did you make so I can try it too?"
He Jingxin said: "We can't taste it anymore. He Sui ate it all. There wasn't a single bite left."
He Sui was naturally nervous and guilty.
He quickly sped up his "destroying the evidence" process, using rags and even the corners of his clothes to sweep the scattered peanut shells into the winnowing basket, and then carried the basket out.
He Jing clicked her tongue repeatedly, amazed by He Sui's speed.
Seeing He Jing standing still, He Yuan raised his eyes in confusion.
He Jing forced a helpless smile: "Big brother, there's no more food, we're already..."
It was all eaten by the fourth brother.
Before he could finish speaking, He Sui, having dealt with the "evidence of the crime," emerged from the kitchen, his face full of righteous indignation: "Big brother, it's one thing that you rarely come home, but how can you come back and immediately become a freeloader, asking He Jing for food? The salted peanuts He Jing cooked were enough for her alone; I didn't even get any. Big brother, can't you make something yourself if you want to eat it?"
Before He Yuan could speak, he gave him a disdainful look. "It seems that I'm the only one in the family who loves He Jing the most, and I'm the only one who treats He Jing the best. If you keep going like this, I'll tell Mom sooner or later."
He Jing: "...6".
He Yuan: "..."
A full three seconds passed.
He Yuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and apologized, "It's my fault. I'll do it myself now. Jingjing, Fourth Brother, what do you want to eat?"
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