Xiong Guobing was extremely embarrassed.
Yang Yingying was speechless, thanking her sister for adding heat to her show.
"Shall we see which kid picked the most strawberries, okay?"
"Okay!!!"
All five kids responded enthusiastically.
The results came out quickly.
Chu Xijin was first.
Mao Xiaomiao was second.
Xiong Zunxiang was third.
Zhu Wenzhen was fourth.
Lin Yuxian was fifth.
"Congratulations to our little friend Chu Xijin and his little aunt for getting an independent courtyard." Yang Yingying applauded.
Everyone joined in clapping.
Zhu Wenzhen cheered, "Xiao Jin, you're amazing."
"Not really." Chu Xijin restrained his speed while picking strawberries. If he quickly picked everything in the strawberry garden, he would indeed seem very strange.
But even though he held back.
He still ended up with more strawberries than everyone else combined.
[Isn't the young prince practicing martial arts or something?]
[No way, he looks so elegant and refined. If this were ancient times, he'd definitely be a suave scholar.]
[The comments never mention this; I'm embarrassed to say it, but I think the young prince is amazing. He doesn't seem pretentious at all when working!]
[Yes, and he's so cute. Who doesn't understand? I think the male lead in historical novels could totally have his face when he was young; it's perfect!]
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Having earned an independent courtyard through his efforts, Chu Xijin went to check out the place with his little aunt.
Zhu Wenzhen and Xiong Zunxiang followed along with Chu Xijin.
They all thought Chu Xijin was impressive.
Lin Yuxian, who wasn't familiar with her brother, boldly came up to play with them: "Brother Xiao Jin, can I see what your house looks like?"
"Sure." Chu Xijin nodded, then turned to look at Mao Xiaomiao, who had a stern face: "Sister Xiao Miao, do you want to come too?"
Mao Xiaomiao's eyes shifted as she glanced at her little aunt.
Mao Ziyang, not wanting her niece to be seen as aloof or left out, nodded.
"You can go."
"Okay!" Mao Xiaomiao came to Chu Xijin's side and asked, "How can you pick strawberries so fast? Does your family farm?"
"No, but I have farmed before."
On the battlefield, farming is truly an enjoyment.
He had also personally grown crops, experiencing the miraculous process of seeing seeds sprout and eventually turn into rice ready to be served on the table.
"Then you are amazing," Mao Xiaomiao said.
Chu Xijin smiled slightly.
The group arrived at the tourist village, where a big arch at the entrance read "Welcome to Five Thunder Village".
Legend has it that the village was split by five bolts of lightning.
Whether it's true or false can't be verified, but the village looks nice. The shop at the village entrance is still a black-tiled building, with newspapers and a fridge placed outside, along with a long bench where many village elders sit.
As they watched a large group approaching.
They looked at them as if they were watching monkeys.
Seeing the shop, Xiong Zunxiang's stomach growled, and he ran to his father's side saying, "Dad, I want to eat something. I'm hungry."
It was now twelve o'clock.
Just in time for lunch.
He had been exercising all morning and was really hungry.
"Your younger siblings aren't asking for food yet. What do you want to eat? The show will arrange something soon, just hold on for a bit!" Xiong Guobing said softly.
But his voice was still clearly heard.
Xiong Zunxiang couldn't stand hunger; upon hearing his father's words, he sat on the ground and started crying, "I'm hungry, I want to eat, boo hoo, I want to eat..."
"Stop crying!" Xiong Guobing was really embarrassed.
Everyone stopped to watch him cry, even siblings younger than him weren't crying!
"I won't stop, I'm hungry, ugh..." Xiong Zunxiang's stomach churned, he'd never been so hungry.
Xiong Guobing became a little anxious: "What's wrong?"
"Brother Xiangxiang, have some biscuits." Chu Xijin handed over the biscuits.
Even thoughtfully opened the package.
Xiong Zunxiang gobbled it up, pitifully looking at his brother, "I want more."
Chu Xijin ran to the shop, "Uncle, can I borrow two more packs of biscuits? I'll pay you back within the day."
The shop owner was naturally happy to help.
Since it's a show, it will surely bring in tourism once aired, and because people see how nice he is, they're more likely to spend here.
"One yuan per pack, that's three yuan. Is that okay?"
"It's okay." Chu Xijin took the biscuits but paused for a moment: "Can I also take a small bottle of Wangzai Milk? It'll be exactly five yuan."
"Hahaha, you're good at math." The owner pulled a bottle of Wangzai Milk from the shelf, then couldn't help but add another bottle: "This one's on me, kid."
"Thank you, Uncle." Chu Xijin bowed slightly.
The owner was stunned, rarely seeing such a polite child.
Chu Xijin gave a bottle of Wangzai Milk and two packs of biscuits to Xiong Zunxiang: "Brother Xiangxiang, eat up."
"Okay!" Xiong Zunxiang ate three packs of biscuits and drank a bottle of Wangzai Milk, finally feeling better, but still couldn't help eyeing the remaining bottle of Wangzai Milk.
Chu Xijin asked, "Are you still hungry?"
"Not that hungry anymore."
"I'll give this bottle of Wangzai Milk to my little aunt then."
"Huh?" Xiong Zunxiang was a bit puzzled, he thought Xiao Jin would drink it himself.
Chu Xijin handed the Wangzai Milk to his little aunt, "Auntie, this was given by the boss, I'm giving it to you."
"How about... never mind." Mu Ran looked at the Wangzai Milk, felt a twinge of pain, and averted her eyes, "You drink it, I won't."
In front of so many people.
She drinking Wangzai Milk would ruin her image!
"Don't you drink it every day?" Chu Xijin asked in confusion.
[What did I just hear!!!!]
[Hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter, it's the first time I've seen embarrassment and shyness on Mu Ran's face!]
[OMG, really, Mu Ran drinks Wangzai Milk every day, it doesn't match her fierce persona at all!]
[Even the haters didn't expect Mu Ran's first embarrassment to be over Wangzai Milk, hahahaha...]
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Not only were the netizens shocked, but everyone on-site was also stunned.
Her.
Wangzai Milk?
Is there a connection?
Mu Ran awkwardly pushed her hair back, initially wanting to refuse, but seeing the child's hopeful eyes, she could only take it: "Thank you, my dear Xiao Jin."
"You're welcome." Chu Xijin noticed his aunt holding it without drinking and wondered, after a careful look, sensed... was she embarrassed?
Chu Xijin didn't quite understand but sensibly decided not to press the matter.
Mu Ran breathed a sigh of relief.
As if sensing what the comments said, she gave the camera a cold look.
[Help, from that look, I only saw... cuteness!!]
[Ahhhhh, Mu Ran's shyness is so beautiful, turning me into a fan.]
[No way, Mu Ran really drinks Wangzai Milk, no pretending?]
[I'm a hater, and I believe Mu Ran isn't pretending; she wouldn't give the show that much face.]
[Hahaha, the haters know Mu Ran best!]
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