Chapter 755: Chapter 735: It’s Just Eating
A heap more was added, and this time Luo Qianqian did nothing else but watched the potato slices there.
It just so happened that everyone got two slices each, and she stuck her tongue out at Qin Wen, who hadn’t gotten any.
Qin Wen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; he had unwittingly eaten a few potato slices and by the time he realized it, there weren’t many left. Was he supposed to give back the ones he’d already bitten into?
Looking at the huge pile of meat, Luo Qianqian, having had breakfast, quickly got full. After eating her fill, she set down her chopsticks. She was different from Qin Nuan and the others—she still had class later and feared sessions that would require kneeling all day. It would be wise to eat less.
A box of candies appeared before her, and Luo Qianqian looked up to see Jimo Cheng’s bland face.
When Luo Qianqian put down her chopsticks, he stopped eating as well, after all... there was a main event coming in the evening.
After popping two candies into her mouth, Luo Qianqian looked at Jimo Cheng, "When are we going to see Grandpa Kong?"
"Grandpa is not in a hurry," Jimo Cheng gently shook his head, not having the heart to tell Luo Qianqian that at that moment, Jimo Kong was considering what exactly she should learn. Although Luo Qianqian’s talent was evident, that field was too deep, and as his fiancee, she naturally couldn’t get involved.
After sighing at the talent, Grandpa continued to sulkily search for knowledge he could teach Luo Qianqian. After all, he had been called a teacher; he couldn’t just hang onto the title, could he?
Jimo Cheng looked towards the sky, "It’s getting cold."
Luo Qianqian looked up at the sky; it was foggy and no particular changes could be seen. She just nodded blankly.
"When it snows, big brother should be about ready to return," Jimo Cheng said with a smile as he watched the sky. "Every year, brother says he always manages to come back when the first snow hits Capital City, so every year he gets caught in a traffic jam, getting stuck on the road like a dog, sitting in the car from dawn till dusk or from dusk till dawn, just gazing at the snow scene."
"Big brother?" Luo Qianqian tilted her head, feeling no recognition towards the name, but she still squinted and smiled, "Second brother, where are your ears and tail?"
Jimo Cheng was initially startled, then he also laughed, helplessly shaking his head, "I am a thousand-year-old monster who’s been cultivating; how could I carelessly reveal my tracks? Wouldn’t that be too shameful for our monster kind?"
"Wow, second brother, how old of a monster are you?" Luo Qianqian played along with Jimo Cheng with great interest.
"Let me calculate for you," Jimo Cheng solemnly said with a straight face, "Ever since Pangu created the world, my ancestors have been born..."
"That’s your ancestors, not you," Luo Qianqian pouted.
With a smile, Jimo Cheng said, "Let me think, I am at least over a decade old."
Luo Qianqian pointed at Jimo Cheng with a feigned shock on her face, "Wow, I should hand you over to the state, don’t you know that after the founding of the country, you’re not allowed to become sentient?"
"..." Jimo Cheng looked utterly puzzled, clearly having no clue about the reference. Luo Qianqian then realized she got the era wrong and quickly exclaimed, "Here’s a pig that has become sentient, come take a look everyone, the ticket is just one yuan, one yuan can’t buy you losses, one yuan can’t buy you cheats..."
Jimo Cheng looked resigned, but Luo Qianqian’s voice wasn’t loud, and the others didn’t turn around.
However, Jimo Cheng knew very well that even if they heard, no one would come over to join the commotion. He casually picked up a book, "Did you send the gift back to auntie?"
Luo Qianqian nodded her head; she wouldn’t forget such a thing. Otherwise, how heartbroken would mom be? Her son doesn’t come back, not even a phone call, her daughter also doesn’t return, and the youngest son doesn’t understand anything...
"That’s good," Jimo Cheng, concerned that Luo Qianqian might forget due to the recent flurry of events, sighed in relief upon seeing her nod.
Luo Qianqian sat on the chair, lifting her drink and taking a gentle sip, quietly watching Qin Nuan and the others eat and playfully fight with each other.
Jimo Cheng also quietly flipped through the book, a smile on his lips.
Luo Qianqian looked at those people, but she felt a bit strange inside. Everyone was the same, so why were all these inexplicable things happening to her?
Speaking of rebirth, she and Qin Nuan were the same kind of people.
Speaking of mysterious abilities, she was in the same category as Luo Xiying and Bai Yixian.
Speaking of engagements, she and Jimo Cheng were both burdened with this constraint at a tender age.
But for some reason, no one else shared in all of these experiences with her.
Sometimes, she felt inexplicably lonely...
By the time Luo Qianqian opened her eyes again, it had already grown dark. She stared at the blanket over her and was startled, then looked around to see that she was clearly in a room. Had she fallen asleep like this?
She got up in confusion, walked around the screen, and saw Jimo Cheng painting at the desk. His concentration made her hesitate to disturb him, fearing it would affect him, and she just stood there, rooted to the spot.
It wasn’t until Jimo Cheng set down his brush, curling his lips up in satisfaction, that he noticed her standing there with a hint of panic on his face, "You’re awake?"
Luo Qianqian nodded her head, "How did I fall asleep? Where did everyone go?"
"They’ve already left, it’s getting late." Jimo Cheng checked the time and smiled, "You might not have noticed because the lights were on, but it’s already past seven o’clock."
Luo Qianqian’s mouth dropped open in surprise, "No way... am I a pig?"
"Mhm," said Jimo Cheng, covering his mouth as he nodded, then took a piece of paper and covered the painting, "Come on, Grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time."
Luo Qianqian blinked her bright eyes, "Did I skip class by sleeping?" She looked proud of herself, "It was my body’s natural choice, not something I wanted to do."
"It’s only Saturday today." Jimo Cheng looked deeply at Luo Qianqian, his eyes still smiling, "There’s still time tomorrow."
Besides, since you slept all afternoon, it’s questionable if you’ll be able to sleep tonight. Maybe Grandpa will take advantage of this time?
Hearing Jimo Cheng’s words, Luo Qianqian’s face fell as she stared at him. Did he really have to be so stimulating? Was he hinting that no matter how you dodge, you can’t escape forever?
Jimo Cheng smiled and opened the door, then turned the lights off as he went out.
The two of them made left and right turns until they reached a room. Luo Qianqian sniffed, "That smells so good."
"Indeed," came Old Master Jimo’s voice from inside, "Come in quickly, it’ll be ready soon."
The two entered the room only to see Old Master Jimo playing chess by himself with both hands?
Looking left and right, Luo Qianqian did not see anything tasty.
But in the next moment, the delicious food was delivered right after a knock on the door. Luo Qianqian’s eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of the plump crabs, prepared in various ways, and her eyes shone brightly.
"The crabs are tastiest at this time of year, come on, hurry up." Old Master Jimo too wore an excited expression; seeing Luo Qianqian’s reaction, he knew that she was a kindred spirit.
Luo Qianqian nodded vigorously, and then suddenly thought of Jimo Cheng, who could skillfully shell crabs. Was this how he had practiced his skill?
Her eyes smiled as she obediently sat down, waiting for Old Master Jimo to start.
