Jiang Ning: "Do you really want it?"
Xue Yuantong quickly said: "I actually don’t really want it, I’m just curious, you know my curiosity..."
Jiang Ning: "Alright then, you can open it yourself."
Xue Yuantong, given the command, imdiately tore open the black plastic bag, only to find it empty inside.
She was dumbfounded.
Jiang Ning laughed: "Not curious anymore, huh?"
In a fit of anger and embarrassnt, Xue Yuantong pinched his arm hard and left in a huff.
...
Feeling hurt, Tongtong left Jiang Ning’s place, running away from ho, but not forgetting to grab a handful of pistachios before leaving.
Jiang Ning also grabbed so pistachios and strolled outside to bask in the sun.
At Tongtong’s house to the west, Tongtong and Chuchu were preparing lunch, and Jiang Ning chose not to disturb them.
To the east, Mr. Qian was getting ready to have lunch. He hosted a al today, inviting three or five old friends, all forr teachers.
He set a dinner table at the door, discussed the state of the world with his friends, reminiscing about the past, and thoroughly enjoying themselves!
Mr. Qian picked up so chopsticks, pointed at a plate of bright red braised at on the table, and said: "Co, co, try so!"
A few old friends imdiately reached with their chopsticks, each grabbing a piece of at.
The white-haired old teacher who criticized Xue Yuantong in the morning imdiately praised: "Good, good! Smooth and tender, the aroma of the at is overflowing! Good!"
Mr. Qian instantly felt very proud!
The distress of hosting a al vanished at that mont.
Everyone ate the braised at, chatted, and before long, the plate of at was gone.
The white-haired old teacher, still not satisfied, noted: "Old Qian, you say, it’s been so many years, and you still can’t change your stingy habits, alas! At our age, isn’t it just about enjoying a good al?"
"Yeah, Old Qian, you weren’t generous with the treat!"
"When you ca to my house, I never shortchanged you!"
Faced with his old friends’ criticism, Mr. Qian was ultimately embarrassed. He took the plate back inside, and when he ca out again, there was an extra piece of soy sauce-red at on the plate.
The white-haired old teacher smiled when he saw this.
Knowing Mr. Qian’s personality well, he laughed and comnted: "Old Qian, why is there just one piece of at?"
Mr. Qian was already feeling stingy. He hadn’t even eaten many pieces himself, and now offering one to guests, yet this group of old folks was still picking and choosing!
Mr. Qian imdiately retorted: "How many pieces do you want?"
"At least five or six, right?"
Hearing this, Mr. Qian picked up a spoon and chopsticks, quickly divided this piece into five or six pieces.
Everyone was speechless.
They all criticized Mr. Qian for being too stingy and speculated that the surrounding neighbors surely had opinions about him.
To prove he was well-liked, Mr. Qian noticed Dongdong at the door, splitting bricks with his bare hands, diligently practicing his skills.
Mr. Qian called out: "Dongdong, co, today I’ll treat you to so at!"
Hearing there was at, Dongdong quickly ran to the table.
"As they say, ’kids speak the truth,’ children are the best judges of character!" Mr. Qian said.
With that, he used his chopsticks to pick up a small piece of at and placed it in Dongdong’s hand: "Dongdong, what do you think of as a person?"
Dongdong ate it in one bite, didn’t answer, and continued to ask for more.
Mr. Qian, helpless, picked up another piece. Dongdong finished it and still reached for more.
Mr. Qian was deeply pained, sarcastically remarking: "Dongdong, when you’re with Jiang Ning, do you just take money without doing any work?"
This old man’s words were quite cutting. If it were soone else, getting struck in a sore spot, their face would surely look bad, and they would have difficulty retaliating.
For example, Yin Yang Butcher Zhang, who is a pig butcher, would never be able to stand out in life.
Yin Yang Bi Yue’s father was arrested, and in a few days, Bi Yue would hear a sound. What sound? The sound of an execution.
Yin Yang Xiao Gu says Tongtong picks up money faster than others; why faster? Because she’s short.
But who is Dongdong?
His fragile heart was hurt by Mr. Qian’s words, and he was incredibly furious!
In front of everyone, Dongdong took out a small landmine, lit the fuse with a lighter, and threw it onto the dining table.
The scene instantly exploded with excitent!
A group of startled old folks hurriedly lifted their legs and scattered in all directions. Amidst the sound of an explosion, a wisp of smoke hovered over the dining table, leaving dishes and bowls in utter disarray!
Mr. Qian stood before the table, face full of disbelief, his trembling hand pointing at the table, his whole body shaking like a sieve.
Dongdong dismissively said, "Just so you know how aweso I am!"
He left the scene with swagger.
Mr. Qian wished he could grab a ruler and give Dongdong a good beating, but seeing Dongdong’s bull-like physique, Mr. Qian reconsidered and thought it might not look good if things got physical.
He sat down sullenly as a few old friends returned, staring at the chaotic table, everyone looking at each other, wondering if they could even eat.
Feeling utterly humiliated, Mr. Qian angrily said, "Wait until that brat’s grandma cos back, I’ll definitely give them trouble!"
In his mind, he had already thought of a thousand ways to tornt Dongdong, wishing him unable to die!
However, post-revenge could never recover the ruined banquet; Mr. Qian sighed, picking up a piece of leftover food from the floor, feeling utterly heartbroken.
The old white-haired teacher said, "Not fit to eat!"
Mr. Qian, helpless, decided to make use of the waste, calling out, "Ba Wang!"
Uncle Zhang’s dog ca running with a bobble on its head.
The Black Back Wolf Dog sniffed at the red at, and Mr. Qian sighed, "Lucky you!"
Unexpectedly, Ba Wang suddenly growled, transforming into a vicious dog, baring its teeth ferociously.
With its strong hind legs, it suddenly leaped into the air, pouncing right onto Mr. Qian.
Mr. Qian was attacked by the fierce dog with no ti for resistance, and was imdiately knocked over.
A few old teachers were startled.
At the doorway, Zhang Ruyun shouted, "Ba Wang!"
But Ba Wang didn’t listen and kept baring its teeth at Mr. Qian, growling fiercely.
Zhang Ruyun rushed over, trying to stop his fierce dog, afraid it would bite soone, but before reaching, Jiang Ning yelled, "Xiao Ben."
The Overlord Dog whimpered, quickly released Mr. Qian, and obediently ran away.
Zhang Ruyun, frustrated, muttered, "Whose dog is this?"
Not having ti to deal with Xiao Ben, he hurried to Mr. Qian, lifting him up.
Fortunately, Mr. Qian wasn’t bitten, or else Xiao Ben might have faced the wrath today.
Mr. Qian was so angry he lost his mind, first humiliated by the brat Dongdong, then bullied by the neighbor’s fierce dog!
Mr. Qian kept shouting, "Where’s your dad, get it locked up. I kindly fed it at, yet it bit !"
Holding onto his anger, he needed a way to vent.
Zhang Ruyun comforted him with a few words, swept the at from the floor, and asked, "Teacher, what kind of at did you feed?"
Mr. Qian straightforwardly replied, "Just the red at your dad gave yesterday!"
Zhang Ruyun was silent for a while, then said, "The at my dad gave you was dog at."
Mr. Qian was also silent.
...
Jiang Ning appreciated the scene of neighbors’ unity and friendliness, feeling quite gratified.
Never thought, without his intervention, they managed to start internal conflicts.
Jiang Ning’s Divine Sense scanned Tongtong’s kitchen, while Chuchu processed the ingredients, she was helping to start the fire, occasionally munching on a pistachio.
Tongtong stood at the stove, in charge of stir-frying.
Feeling the timing was about right, Jiang Ning ssaged Chuchu: "Chuchu, are you there?"
Noticing the notification sound, Xue Chuchu freed up a hand and replied, "Yeah."
Jiang Ning: "Later, co to my place to get a pot, two little friends are having lunch."
Upon receiving the ssage, Xue Chuchu stared at the words "two little friends," contemplating for a few seconds, Tongtong could count as one little friend, so who is the other little friend?
Xue Chuchu replied, "Are there guests? Need to prepare an extra set of tableware?"
Jiang Ning replied, "No."
Xue Chuchu was stunned for a mont and quickly understood Jiang Ning’s aning.
So, in Jiang Ning’s mind, she was considered a little friend too?
Inexplicably, her heart felt a bit warm, suddenly, the sense of distance wasn’t as strong anymore.
She had beco part of them.
While cutting vegetables, Tongtong noticed Chuchu’s unusual expression, she pouted, "You two have such a good relationship, planning to set up another table for lunch, huh?"
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