"Why don’t we go to the cooking tent and lend a hand, like washing so vegetables?" Qian Yizheng suggested as he looked at his older brother.
"Sounds good."
Qian Yizheng stood up too, agreeing with the idea.
Learning to cook starts by doing odd jobs. He’s determined to make a few decent dishes that he can stomach.
Especially dishes that Nuonuo likes; he needs to learn a few more to ensure the little baby isn’t disappointed. They got up and headed towards the cooking tent.
As they passed those brats’ tents, they could hear arguing coming from inside.
"At it again, huh? I don’t know when they’ll send them back. Living here while catering to them; it’s... they’re all a bunch of lords."
Qian Yizheng couldn’t help but mutter.
"Just look at them; their faces are so ugly when they’re arguing." Qian Yizheng peered through a gap in the curtain at the people inside, shaking his head at their ferocious expressions.
"If we let ourselves go like that, we might end up no different from them." He remarked.
Qian Yizheng: "!!!!"
Can you not say such terrifying things?
He certainly doesn’t want to beco like them, living in comfort yet never satisfied. These people probably want to reach the heavens.
However, to be fair, not everyone is causing trouble, though no one has co out to calm these nonstop troublemakers and make them quiet down.
But perhaps it’s best not to try, as if things go south, it will end up being that person’s fault for stepping in.
"When Dad and Mom co back, can they be sent away?" He asked.
"They should be."
Qian Yizheng nodded. These people were fine at first, but as ti goes on, the conflicts keep growing.
It’s downright frustrating. Now even the little uncle doesn’t pay them any heed, rely ordering three als to be sent each day, with even the daily snacks canceled.
Since so of these people are never satisfied, they constantly demand more, expecting Camp Zhan Yun to act as a charity?
Even in a charitable scenario, the focus is caring for the elderly and children, not those capable and healthy enough to fend for themselves.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Just as they were about to leave, one of the brats was pushed out by a few people, standing openly in the rain.
Caught in the downpour, the person stood stunned for a mont, finally realizing he was pushed out, pointing at the arrogant group and loudly questioning.
"What do you an? We’re kicking you out, can’t you see?"
"You all..."
Standing in the rain, the person’s eyes were red, but it was unclear if it was the rain or the situation that caused it.
"This tent isn’t yours, what gives you the right to kick out?"
It was just a few words of argunt; he couldn’t stand their arrogance anymore. Plus, they’re so sloppy, making the tent sll bad.
That’s why he couldn’t help but speak up, but how did it co to getting kicked out?
"You don’t even clean up your own ss, making others suffer because of you, and I can’t speak up? Shouldn’t you be the ones to leave?"
"We’ll do as we please, what’s it to you... ugh!"
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