"Don't, brother, I'm hungry too! For the sake of me cooking, can you at least let me eat first before chasing me away?"
This submissive attitude was just like his little Yue'er, and Jiang Ming'an felt a moment of compassion.
But he regretted it immediately afterward, directly kicking the person out and locking the door, finally achieving peace and quiet.
Jiang Mingyue returned home to find only her third sister and Mrs. Jiang there, her elder and second brothers were busy, having rushed through their meals and headed back to the village.
"Ming Yue, you're finally back. How's your big cousin? Is he alright?"
Jiang Mingyue paused, guessing that her big cousin's disheveled state in the morning had been seen by the villagers, leading them to think something bad had happened.
Jiang Mingyue thought: These villagers have an even more vivid imagination than storytellers.
"Mom, he's fine, really well."
"That's a relief."
