Small Socks and Little Skirt (Revised)
When it comes to pig's head, besides the meat and brain being considered delicious ingredients, the remaining pig's face is perfect for making cured meat.
The cured pig's head, a specialty of Yongshan in Leping, a neighboring province, has a complex production process. It is smoked with sugarcane residue for nearly half a month. When eating it, it is steamed in a large wooden steamer, then placed in a basin. Everyone gathers around, cuts off pieces with a knife, and eats them with their hands. This is a local Lantern Festival tradition.
The weather is getting cooler, but the temperature is still high. Smoked meats are only suitable for storage in the refrigerator. It is troublesome to thaw and slice them before eating, and the flavor is not preserved. Liu Chang'an plans to hang more cured meats, sausages, cured pig faces, cured pig trotters, cured pig stomachs and the like on the balcony in winter.
Smoked products are also frequent visitors to the "carcinogen" list, and it's certainly not good to eat them every day, but Liu Chang'an doesn't care.
Eating whatever you want is one of the freedoms we all strive for in life.
Lu Si'en helped Zhou Dongdong carry her schoolbag back, and Zhou Dongdong finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was quite tired from holding onto the schoolbag the whole way, so she sat on the steps to rest for a while before carrying her schoolbag upstairs.
Liu Chang'an opened the door, and Zhou Shuling muttered, "Why didn't you lock the door again?" Then she saw the new appliances in Liu Chang'an's house and wanted to take a look.
"Wow, what a big TV!" Zhou Dongdong ran over and hugged the large TV in the living room. "Brother Chang'an, can I come down to watch TV more often?"
"No." Liu Chang'an refused cruelly.
Zhou Dongdong stared blankly at Liu Chang'an, mouth agape, completely unprepared for the rejection.
"The TV is yours. Take it home and watch it yourself." Liu Chang'an said with disdain, "Every time there's something delicious on TV, you reach out and grab it. I can't stand seeing that all the time."
Zhou Dongdong unconsciously reached out and scratched at the TV screen. Did she always do this? She couldn't remember.
"How can this be?" Zhou Shuling shook her head vigorously. She still owed Liu Chang'an 200,000 yuan. Although the rice noodle shop was doing better and better, she could pay it back slowly by deducting it from her salary and dividends every month.
"There are two TVs. The other one is in the bedroom. What would I need two TVs this big for? I'll give you one, and you can take yours to my bedroom. I'll move the one from my bedroom to the living room." Liu Chang'an waved his hand, indicating to Zhou Shuling not to be so polite. "You can pay me back when you have some spare money to buy a new TV. Besides, your TV is small, and Zhou Dongdong is sitting too close to it, which is affecting her eyesight."
This reason was hard for Zhou Shuling to refuse; Zhou Dongdong liked to sit on a small stool very close to the TV, and Zhou Shuling couldn't watch her all the time.
"Okay, whatever you say." Zhou Shuling patted Zhou Dongdong's head with a gentle smile, secretly determined that now that she had borrowed Liu Chang'an's TV, she must quickly buy a new one to return to Liu Chang'an.
"Thank you, Brother Chang'an!" Zhou Dongdong hugged Liu Chang'an's leg tightly. Zhou Dongdong liked the big TV, but her absolute favorite person was Brother Chang'an... except when he bullied Zhou Dongdong, at which point her affection would lessen a little.
"Go upstairs and open the door, I'll bring the TV up." Liu Chang'an lifted Zhou Dongdong aside, even though having a child on his lap didn't really affect his movements.
Zhou Shuling hurriedly ran upstairs to open the door, Liu Chang'an carried the television set, which was still in its packaging, up from the bedroom.
After unpacking the box, installing the base, plugging in the power, and connecting the cables, Liu Chang'an told Zhou Shuling to read the instruction manual herself before taking the old TV downstairs.
Zhou Shuling stood happily in front of the TV for a while, then became somewhat dazed. There were such good people as Liu Chang'an in this world, and she had even met him! How could she possibly repay him? Although she had never actively asked for help from others, his kindness and generosity warmed her heart and filled Zhou Shuling with gratitude. It seemed she could only take better care of him in the future; otherwise, she didn't have any other abilities besides doing housework and making breakfast and late-night snacks. There was nothing else she could do to repay him.
She needed to tell him that household chores like cleaning and housework should be left to her. As Zhou Shuling was about to go downstairs, she suddenly realized, "Where's my child?"
They're probably still playing downstairs. Zhou Shuling came to Liu Chang'an's house and called out, "Zhou Dongdong, go back and get ready for bed."
"It's not here." Liu Chang'an was tidying up the packaging of the appliances, looking around.
"Where did it go?" Zhou Shuling asked, puzzled. "It's not home either."
"Check if anyone's playing with their dog downstairs."
"No." Zhou Shuling called out twice as she went out.
Liu Chang'an went into the bedroom to check and confirmed that Zhou Dongdong was indeed not at his house.
"Why are you still running around so late?" Zhou Shuling was getting anxious, and she and Liu Chang'an went upstairs again to look for them.
There's none upstairs either.
"Make a phone call," Liu Chang'an reminded her, trying not to panic.
Zhou Shuling dialed the number, but the voice prompt indicated that the call could not be connected.
"Out of power?"
"That's impossible. I just fully charged her this morning. She normally only needs to be charged every two days." Zhou Shuling was puzzled and slightly worried. However, Zhou Dongdong was only going to Auntie Xie's shop to buy some snacks at this late hour; it was impossible for her to have run out of the neighborhood.
Liu Chang'an recalled that when he and Zhou Shuling moved the TV upstairs, Zhou Dongdong did not follow.
The dog didn't bark. Lu Si'en hasn't been infected into a hopelessly stupid dog yet, so if a stranger were to take Zhou Dongdong away, it would still bark.
"It must be at my house."
Liu Chang'an thought for a moment, then went downstairs and opened the large refrigerator in the living room.
Zhou Dongdong was sitting in the large freezer compartment below.
Zhou Shuling followed behind Liu Chang'an, glaring at Zhou Dongdong.
"I'm sitting here, and the refrigerator door closed by itself!" Seeing her mother's expression, Zhou Dongdong quickly told her that the refrigerator was trying to lock Zhou Dongdong in there.
"Should I beat up the refrigerator, or beat up you?" Zhou Shuling casually picked up a piece of wood from an appliance packaging, but seeing nails on it, she had to switch to another piece. Holding it in her hand, she felt it felt really good.
"Refrigerator!"
I just want to beat you up!
Zhou Dongdong hurriedly tried to close the refrigerator door, but Zhou Shuling stopped her and pulled her out of the refrigerator. Zhou Dongdong hurriedly ran home, wailing all the way.
"I'll go back and deal with her," Zhou Shuling said to Liu Chang'an somewhat embarrassedly, because Liu Chang'an's expression clearly said, "Look, whose daughter is this?"
"Go ahead." Liu Chang'an was unsurprised and used to it.
"I never expected her to hide in the refrigerator." Zhou Shuling was a little impressed with Liu Chang'an. He was able to figure out where Zhou Dongdong was hiding right away.
"Children like to hide in enclosed, small places like refrigerators, washing machines, and cabinets because they still retain memories of being in the womb. This provides them with a familiar sense of security and makes them feel comfortable," Liu Chang'an explained.
"Then... then shouldn't I have hit her?" Liu Chang'an was an authority figure in Zhou Shuling's eyes when it came to educating children, and after being given some advice, she hesitated.
"Just fight it out; it's not some instinct worth protecting."
"Okay." Zhou Shuling, as if she had received a royal decree, went home to discipline the child.
Just as Liu Chang'an closed the door, Zhou Shuling turned back and said to Liu Chang'an as if she had almost forgotten, "Don't bother tidying up, I'll help you later."
Liu Chang'an nodded.
After Zhou Shuling went downstairs, she and Liu Chang'an tidied up the cardboard boxes, wooden frames, foam, and other things from the appliances. After she went upstairs, Liu Chang'an put the appliances back in place and painted on the wooden bed. By the time he made tea and lay down on the balcony, it was already 4:30 in the morning.
At this moment, many people have just left nightclubs, and others have come out of internet cafes, inhaling the unique smoky smell on their bodies. They order a plate of fried noodles from a roadside vendor. The water truck won't pass by for a while, and sanitation workers push their carts along the road to begin their work. The sky is still shrouded in darkness, but very few people are truly appreciating this quietest moment in the city before dawn.
Liu Chang'an rarely reminisces about the past to compare with the present. Only those who lament the ruthlessness of time enjoy reminiscing and comparing, sighing and feeling regret and beauty in their hearts, unsure whether the future holds promise. However, no matter what the future holds, it always draws closer with each passing day. In moments of helplessness, there is no other way to dispel these emotions except through sighs and reminiscence.
He just felt that his current life was quite interesting. When he climbed to a high place, he could see the magnificent scenery of the world. However, he could only appreciate the beauty of most of the scenery when he stopped to observe it carefully. One cannot stay at a high place for long, because the view is too broad and too general to be appreciated in detail.
Perhaps after a while, he would get tired of this kind of life, and then he would change his way of living. Liu Chang'an thought about it for a while and didn't have the desire to change his persona for the time being.
Liu Chang'an, a freshman at Xiangnan University, is eighteen this year and nineteen next year.
After finishing the tea, I chewed some tea leaves and spat them onto the potting soil of a maidenhair fern. The little guy grew lush and green, becoming more and more unique.
Liu Chang'an continued flipping through the book, titled "Fragrant Garden," which contained quite interesting stories, especially one he was currently reading that seemed particularly fitting for the occasion.
The story tells of a clever man who believed he understood women's schemes perfectly, was charming and debonair, and could see through all the tricks women used against men.
Another married woman, upon hearing of this man's fame, was very resentful. She herself was also known for her beauty and amorous nature, so she hosted a banquet and sent someone to invite the man to join her.
During the meal, the woman told the man that she had long admired his reputation and wished to take advantage of her husband's absence to invite him for a chat and drinks.
The woman was very attentive, saying that her husband was jealous, but she had heard that men were skilled at serving women, so she was willing to risk trying this ultimate pleasure.
As it turned out, just as the man was about to consummate their marriage, the woman's husband returned. The man hurriedly hid in the closet, and the woman locked the closet door.
The husband angrily questioned why there was a banquet in the room. The woman directly replied that she had invited her lover, who was now hiding in the closet.
As the husband reached for the closet door, the woman sneered, "If I really had a lover, why would I be so foolish as to tell you directly and give you the closet key?"
The husband believed her without question and didn't open the door again, spending the night with the woman. The man in the closet wasn't released until the next day, looking pale and listless. The woman lectured him, telling him not to be so self-righteous, that a woman's mind is not something a man can easily fathom.
After reading the story, Liu Chang'an deeply agreed. From an outsider's perspective, the woman's methods might not seem particularly clever, but there was no doubt that she understood the man's arrogant mind, making him feel that he must be attractive to her. She also understood her husband's psychology, knowing that he would not actually open the closet door.
A story is just a story; there's no need to worry about whether the details are perfect and can withstand scrutiny under any circumstances. But the principle is the same.
An Nuan... Liu Chang'an couldn't help but laugh. There are always various situations in a relationship. Naturally, he wasn't as nervous and uneasy as the novice, afraid that someone would suddenly appear and steal her away, afraid that she would simply go to another man to confide in him, and afraid that she would lose her feelings for him and fall in love with someone else.
Liu Chang'an temporarily understood why An Nuan was angry; it must be because Qin Yanan had a key to his house.
But when An Nuan first met Qin Yanan, she happily hid her unhappiness and greeted her, before An Nuan had truly built up the anger that was about to explode in her heart.
At that time, Qin Yanan was directing people to move things up and down, An Nuan should have realized that Liu Chang'an's door was open.
The key point is... at this point, Qin Yanan should have made An Nuan realize that Liu Chang'an's door wasn't originally open; it was she who opened it.
Because she has the key.
She told An Nuan that she had a key to Liu Chang'an's house, deliberately letting An Nuan know that she could come and go as she pleased and open the door to Liu Chang'an's house at any time.
Considering what Zhong Qing said about the significance of keys in a woman's eyes, that's how An Nuan ended up.
I can understand An Nuan's anger... but Xiao Nan, aren't you just causing trouble for your brother by doing this?
You've been the younger sister for over a hundred years. At first, you were all meek and submissive, but you were always at odds with the eldest daughter of the Su Family. Now, why are you picking a fight with An Nuan? Liu Chang'an had a headache. Qin Yanan is Qin Yanan now. She doesn't remember what happened over a hundred years ago, but this habit of picking fights with the girls around her brother is truly unchanging.
An Nuan and Qin Yanan don't get along well; this isn't the first time, and it probably won't be the last.
Liu Chang'an has experienced many such things, but having many experiences does not mean he can handle them with ease. Just like there are so many mathematicians in the world, yet some difficult problems remain unsolved.
He had never properly resolved the issues between Ye Sijin and Su Mei... because the various troubles and problems in this world, once they arise, do not necessarily have a proper solution.
Women back then were actually less shameless in their methods; for example, what Su Mei did was something Ye Chenyu couldn't tolerate at all.
That night, a small red clay stove glowed, mahjong tiles were played, and the Shanghai mansion was filled with the warmth of a lively atmosphere. Outside, the first snow greeted the red plum blossoms, while inside, everyone was happily playing cards. Su Mei, however, was plotting to drug Ye Sijin and Qin Peng, hoping to force them into a relationship. Little did she know that a twist of fate would lead to Ye Chenyu and Ye Sijin sleeping together... Liu Chang'an believed that nothing had actually happened.
The current An Nuan would certainly not treat Qin Yanan like that... and the current Qin Yanan would probably not scheme to make An Nuan have a relationship with another man.
However, we can only be certain that such an extreme situation will not occur, but the petty tricks between the two of them will certainly never end.
All he can do is one day tell An Nuan the truth: Qin Yanan is indeed her younger sister, she was over a hundred years ago, and she still is now.
Now is not the time to talk about these things; An Nuan is not Zhu Juntang.
As dawn broke, Liu Chang'an thought about these interesting and heartwarming memories, and realized that he hadn't run in a while. So he went downstairs and called Lu Si'en out of the doghouse, and went for a run with him.
Large dogs need a certain amount of exercise every day, especially sled dogs like Alaskan Malamutes, Huskies, and Samoyeds. If they don't expend their energy, what else can they do but destroy things around the house?
Liu Chang'an started from home, ran along Metro Line 1 to the Wenchang Pavilion, then to Martyrs' Park, slowly walked through the Martyrs' Park, looked at the monument, and then ran back to May First Avenue. He let Lu Si'en rest for a while at Lotus Square before running straight home.
It was getting late. After Liu Chang'an returned, he chased away the child who was sitting under the sycamore tree waiting for him to ride his dog to school, as he was about to be late. Zhou Shuling then brought him a bowl of her newly invented rice noodles with pig's feet skin and two fried eggs.
Zhou Shuling even asked him if he had any clothes to wash or any chores for her to do. Liu Chang'an neither appreciated nor accepted her overly attentiveness and sent her to the shop.
The pig's feet skin rice noodles tasted alright, but Zhou Shuling had no experience in how to prepare the pig's feet skin so that it wasn't too greasy or too mushy like in soup. When she suggested adding it to the menu, it was naturally rejected. It was quite amusing to see her looking aggrieved yet silently accepting it.
Liu Chang'an wasn't being malicious; it's just that he couldn't just put any dish on the menu that would damage the brand's reputation. His Hong Soup Spicy Rooster noodles were already quite popular, and Liu Chang'an didn't want to just serve any other mediocre dish. He could certainly come up with his own signature dishes, but there was no need... If Zhou Shuling wanted to prove herself, she needed to work hard for it.
Liu Chang'an finished his noodles, took a clean glass jar, filled it with this year's newly made chili sauce, and then went to the courier point to send the jar of chili sauce to Gao Dewei.
Gao Dewei's family must also make chili sauce, but their chili fields are vast, and every year during the chili sauce making season, the threshing ground is piled high with earthenware jars. Naturally, the mass-produced chili sauce can't compare to the exquisite flavor of Liu Chang'an's.
During the National Day holiday, we'll also go to Gao Dewei's house to get some local specialties and other gifts, as a matter of reciprocity... Nowadays, almost no young people in towns and villages are willing to farm, and the elderly don't have the energy or time for it. Large tracts of land are lying fallow, and the policies introduced to encourage farming are not very useful... Farming at home, what's more interesting than making videos on Douyin? Under these circumstances, the Gao Family can expand their contracted farmland, forestry, and water conservancy projects with almost no pressure.
Liu Chang'an has a lot of classes today. He has classes during the first two, third, and fourth periods in the morning, and a physical education class in the afternoon. He plans to go see An Nuan in the afternoon because An Nuan had already sent her timetable to Liu Chang'an, and she also has Liu Chang'an's timetable.
Zhu Juntang still entered the classroom right on time. After looking around, she found Liu Chang'an sitting in the last row at the very corner, with no one next to him. So Zhu Juntang happily walked over. She didn't like having someone eavesdropping when she was talking to Liu Chang'an, because it would make it difficult to have a secret conversation, such as calling out "Grandpa".
"Good morning, Sect Master." Zhu Juntang saluted Liu Chang'an.
"Generally, only people without a right hand use their left hand to salute," Liu Chang'an glanced at Zhu Juntang, "And it's at a height where the middle finger lightly touches the temple, not when you touch your forehead."
"Whatever." Zhu Juntang didn't care about that; she was just imitating casually and had no idea whether to salute with her left or right hand.
"The Tao Te Ching says, 'Weapons are inauspicious instruments; all things abhor them. Therefore, those who possess the Tao do not use them. The superior man values the left when at home, but the right when at war. Auspicious events favor the left, inauspicious events favor the right.'" Liu Chang'an lowered his head to look at his book. "Next time you salute with your left hand, since your hand isn't broken, just tell people that you love peace, that the country is prosperous and the people are at Jilin University."
"Pah, of course my hand isn't broken." Zhu Juntang looked at her perfect right hand with affection. She had heard that many boys affectionately called their left and right hands "Little Left" and "Little Right. "Zhu Juntang also liked her "Little Left" and "Little Right." She was a fairy, and she didn't appreciate the goddess-like demeanor of the Venus de Milo.
"If your hand isn't broken, could you get my textbooks from my bag?"
Zhu Juntang was intrigued by what was in Liu Chang'an's schoolbag, so she rummaged through it. However, there was nothing mysterious or ancient that befitted his status. She then took out his textbooks and spread them out between the two of them.
Undeterred, Zhu Juntang rummaged through his schoolbag again and found a golden dog, which made him excited.
"Grandpa, is this golden dog the symbol of our sect Sect Master?" Zhu Juntang asked excitedly, shaking Liu Chang'an's arm.
"Golden Dog?" Liu Chang'an, who was being shaken so much that he couldn't concentrate on his book, turned his head to look at it. "Can't you use any common sense? This is a tiger tally, a golden dog? You stupid dog."
"How dare you swear at me!" Zhu Juntang protested in a coquettish voice, not really caring. Liu Chang'an was known for hitting and swearing all the time. "This is clearly a dog, not a tiger at all!"
"Go Baidu yourself." Liu Chang'an didn't want to talk to her.
"Tigers all have big heads, stripes all over their bodies, and a 'king' character on their foreheads!" Zhu Juntang recognized tigers; this thing didn't look like a tiger at all.
Zhu Juntang searched online again and discovered that the tiger tally really looked like this; it was actually shaped like a dog, which was truly unbelievable.
"Grandpa, is this the one you used when you were a great general? For example, if you wanted to unify the world, you would use this tiger tally to mobilize troops and conquer the east and west." Zhu Juntang asked with some admiration.
"I bought it for twenty yuan." Liu Chang'an took it and pressed down on the pages.
Zhu Juntang suddenly felt bored, realizing that apart from some old-fashioned hobbies, Liu Chang'an was not much different from ordinary young people.
Zhu Juntang felt that Liu Chang'an should occasionally pull out an antique, one that was hundreds or thousands of years old, and then, with a complex and profound gaze, say, "Back in the day..."
Ideally, one should also take out an ancient painting of a court lady and slowly unfold it, then gaze deeply at the woman in the painting, saying, "This is a woman I met during the reign of Emperor Taizong..."
Or perhaps, when Liu Chang'an was being looked down upon, a luxury car pulled up, and bodyguards in black uniforms stood in neat rows. A beautiful young woman helped a frail old man out of the car. The old man angrily pointed at the young man who was looking down on Liu Chang'an and ordered him to kneel. Then, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, he knelt before Liu Chang'an, tears streaming down his face, and cried out, "Master... this old servant..."
At the very least, he should reflect on historical events like the beacon fire that summoned the feudal lords, expressing his deep feelings about participating in and experiencing these events.
Liu Chang'an didn't have any. Zhu Juntang thought he must have been idle and lazy from ancient times to the present... No, he founded the Nine Provinces Wind and Thunder Sword Sect. Zhu Juntang had people search everywhere for this name, and finally found the name in a collection of anecdotes, but apart from the name, there was no other useful information.
Even so, Zhu Juntang still maintained a strong interest in Liu Chang'an. In addition, Liu Chang'an smelled very good. Even though there were many people in the classroom and the air was inevitably stuffy, sitting next to him did not make her feel that way.
"By the way, something happened in our family." Zhu Juntang dismissed her random thoughts and held up two fingers, glancing lightly at the table.
Liu Chang'an didn't respond to her; he figured she'd tell him herself.
Before Liu Chang'an could respond, Zhu Juntang continued, "The Zhu Family has always had the eldest branch firmly rooted in Taiwan politics, and the old lady tends to favor them with resources. After all, both the legitimate and underworld figures on the island give the Zhu Family some face, and their voice carries weight in many industry associations, ensuring a steady stream of votes every year... As for me, I am the only daughter of the third branch, which is the one the old lady trusts and values the most. My mother can be considered the second most important person in the Zhu Family after the old lady, and she is currently the de facto head of the Zhu Family. Do you think the old lady would have a major headache if the eldest and third branches were to fight? After all, they are both her children."
Liu Chang'an didn't even look up, and gave her a flick on the forehead.
"Why did you hit me!" Zhu Juntang clutched her head in grievance. Honestly, she had made a perfect argument, yet he used the same tactics she used to deliberately provoke her without even thinking.
"You're just asking for a beating," Liu Chang'an said definitively. They'd known each other for more than a month or two, and this woman had repeatedly and knowingly violated his rules, seemingly enjoying it nonetheless. How could Liu Chang'an refuse her?
"Even if I did it on purpose, you shouldn't have hit me. Couldn't you have used some other method, like saying something that sounded fierce but actually wouldn't have done it..." Zhu Juntang said indignantly, holding her head and snatching Liu Chang'an's book to prop up her chin before slumping onto the table.
"Okay." What she took was the textbook, which wasn't important and didn't affect Liu Chang'an's studies.
Zhu Juntang was somewhat surprised and tentatively asked, "Then how would you threaten me?"
"Take a hole in your stockings with your fingernail."
Zhu Juntang imagined herself wearing ripped stockings and immediately couldn't bear it. She quickly closed her legs and hugged them together, as if Liu Chang'an was about to tear her stockings.
"Then I'd rather you hit me!" Zhu Juntang absolutely could not accept this threat.
Liu Chang'an nodded in agreement.
Zhu Juntang touched her head, then looked at her stockings, thinking about what she wanted to say, still feeling itchy in her heart, mouth, and throat.
"I know An Nuan and Qin Yanan have started." Zhu Juntang finally revealed the true target of the rivalry between the two families, a conflict that was essentially a battle between two opposing forces.
"You're quite the gossipmonger, aren't you?" Liu Chang'an looked at Zhu Juntang with a gentle smile.
"It's... it's alright..." Zhu Juntang certainly found it interesting.
Yesterday, Qin Yanan came to the high-end electronics store under Baojun Group to buy things. Zhu Juntang was having a spa treatment and had no interest in electronics at all. Qin Yanan asked her to accompany her, but she didn't go. However, she instructed the store manager to accompany Qin Yanan and give her professional purchasing advice, and of course, there would be a discount.
After Zhu Juntang finished her spa treatment, she invited Qin Yanan to dinner, and Qin Yanan agreed. When Zhu Juntang met Qin Yanan that evening, he found her beaming with joy, as if she had reached the pinnacle of her life and was so excited that she even asked Zhu Juntang to open a bottle of red wine.
Women, when they're feeling proud, can't help but share it with their best friends. Qin Yanan didn't think she was competing with An Nuan for Liu Chang'an; it was just that the young girl always treated her like an enemy, and Qin Yanan couldn't help but retaliate once in a while. Anyone who was in that situation would find it somewhat satisfying.
Zhu Juntang saw it differently. She felt that Qin Yanan had finally woken up and was no longer letting An Nuan do whatever she wanted just because she was Liu Chang'an's girlfriend, bullying the gentle and modest Qin Yanan.
Zhu Juntang felt that what An Nuan disliked most was that An Nuan always thought that every girl who knew Liu Chang'an was going to steal her boyfriend. Zhu Juntang still remembered that before An Nuan and Liu Chang'an were together, she went to find Liu Chang'an once. When Liu Chang'an and An Nuan left, An Nuan looked at Zhu Juntang with a sense of superiority and contempt, as well as smugness, disdain, arrogance and an uncontrollable burst of laughter!
At the time, Zhong Qing actually thought that no one's eyes could hold so much emotion, let alone an uncontrollable laugh. She even asked Zhu Juntang to express an uncontrollable laugh through her eyes... Because Zhu Juntang couldn't do what An Nuan did, she remembered it vividly.
Zhu Juntang was also very happy because Qin Yanan had dealt a blow to An Nuan.
"Both are flesh and blood. As a loyal ordinary member of our sect, I risk my life to advise you: Sect Master, you must favor Elder Yaya. At least... at least, you must treat them equally." Zhu Juntang, as Qin Yanan's best friend, although she sometimes betrays others without hesitation, on matters of principle like this, she has no choice but to support Qin Yanan no matter what.
Both are equally dear to her, Zhu Juntang finally said something that wasn't so outrageous. If it weren't for this centuries-old family bond, if other girls provoked An Nuan and made An Nuan unhappy, there would be one word. "Get lost, you plaid!"
"Personally, I think Yaya is quite outstanding. In terms of figure, she's better than An Nuan. They're about the same height, but what about their figures? Men all value figures, right? As for family background, it goes without saying... An Nuan's mother is clearly an incompetent person; I don't know how she got her professorship..."
"Wait, how dare you say a legitimate professor is incompetent?" Liu Chang'an found it unbelievable. "Where do you get your confidence? Hmm? This is Jin Gou."
Liu Chang'an tapped the tiger tally. This person, who didn't even recognize the tiger tally, actually thought Liu Yuewang was ignorant and incompetent... Although Liu Yuewang's performance outside of work was almost the same as Zhu Juntang's, he had no problems with his actual work.
"This is my objective stance." Zhu Juntang didn't take it to heart. Liu Chang'an was indeed biased towards An Nuan, and wouldn't even allow her to give an objective evaluation of Liu Yuewang.
"If you're objective, then you should eat this golden dog," Liu Chang'an said.
"OK."
Zhu Juntang agreed without hesitation, and then saw Liu Chang'an hand over the tiger tally. Only then did she realize that she had been tricked by Liu Chang'an again!
"I'm going to help Qin Yanan!" Zhu Juntang stubbornly retorted, her neck stiff. So what if she wasn't objective? What good was objectivity anyway? Did she need to be fair and just when it came to dating and helping her best friend—the kind of trouble she was causing?
"Class has started." Liu Chang'an didn't want to talk to her. As for her lack of objectivity, that was understandable. It would be problematic if a girl's best friend were objective on this kind of issue.
Although this was just something that Zhu Juntang perceived as a problem that required her to take sides.
"I've found two of the best emotional support experts in Taiwan. I've had them fly to Junsha today, and they can give Qin Yanan advice tonight." Zhu Juntang was extremely proud. She wanted to do everything a good best friend could to help Qin Yanan.
"What is an emotional support expert?" Liu Chang'an asked Zhu Juntang calmly.
"They help girls find their love. They can solve any problems girls encounter in relationships, such as a husband being indifferent, not coming over for dinner, having to sleep in separate rooms, a boyfriend falling for someone else, or a pretty female subordinate living across from the boyfriend's office, and so on... They are a professional team with countless successful cases." Zhu Juntang was full of confidence. With such a professional team, how could An Nuan possibly be a match for Qin Yanan? To quote someone famously. "Love is a war. Since it's a war, of course, the side with more people wins."
"This industry is thriving in Taiwan, it feels so natural, doesn't it?" Liu Chang'an asked Zhu Juntang.
"It's alright." Zhu Juntang nodded reservedly.
Class started, Liu Chang'an stopped talking to Zhu Juntang. He listened to the lecture, reviewed the material in the textbook, and read another book he had brought with him.
Zhu Juntang occasionally attends classes, although advanced mathematics is far too difficult for her, but this will not prevent her from obtaining a degree in the future.
After class, Liu Chang'an packed his bag. Zhu Juntang thought he was going to change classrooms, but Liu Chang'an beckoned with his finger, and Zhu Juntang, with her pigtails, skipped along behind him.
Liu Chang'an saw her RV in front of the teaching building. Since the teaching building was quite far from the rooftop helipad, it was impossible for the fairy to travel that far in the summer.
"What are you going to do?" Zhu Juntang, slightly wary as she saw Liu Chang'an get into the RV.
Liu Chang'an had no interest in molesting her, but Zhu Juntang believed he had many other ways to torment the gentle and lovely fairy.
"Come up." Liu Chang'an beckoned gently.
That gentle expression was too suspicious. Zhu Juntang pressed on the car door, looked left and right, and then moved in along the side.
Liu Chang'an the door and pointed to the bed inside.
"What do you want to do?" Would he try to provoke her? Zhu Juntang thought that was unlikely. Although she was a perfect fairy, in Liu Chang'an's shallow and vulgar aesthetic, he only liked women who were like streetlights... Yes, like streetlights. Streetlights are tall and have two big light bulbs hanging on them.
Liu Chang'an didn't want to dawdle with her, so he picked her up and threw her on the bed. Amidst Zhu Juntang's screams, he tore several holes in her stockings, and did the same to several other pairs of stockings in the closet.
"I hope you learn from this and stop stirring things up." Liu Chang'an finally calmed down. Women who love to whisper in someone's ear are all troublemakers, and this kind of woman who whispers in her best friend's ear is no exception!
"My stockings!" Zhu Juntang lay on the bed, wailing and rolling around, not even caring that her skirt had been flipped up. Although Zhu Juntang didn't lack stockings and wasn't the kind of person who particularly cherished her clothes, the ones she wore and the several pairs she brought to the car were all ones she really liked. They were full of girlish charm and ethereal beauty. Liu Chang'an's actions were no different from forcibly provoking her!
Looking at my stockings, each pair with a hole in them, it was as horribly unacceptable as suddenly discovering a conspicuous scar on my skin, a feeling of utter devastation.
"Little socks, don't cry... I will avenge you." Zhu Juntang took off her stockings, put them together with the other stockings, and hugged them to her chest, staring at Liu Chang'an standing at the car door with teary eyes.
"Everything should be done in moderation. It's fine how you support Qin Yanan, but asking others for advice is going too far," Liu Chang'an explained calmly. "Most importantly, it's not what you think at all. Please stop. Otherwise, next time, you won't just be helping your little socks get revenge."
"Are you still going to avenge my little sister?" Zhu Juntang looked at the beast in front of her, tears and snot streaming down her face. At this moment, she was too upset to maintain her elegant fairy-like image.
"I have no interest in your underwear, but I'll tear your little skirt." Liu Chang'an gave a kind smile. "Sweetie, don't cry, call me Grandpa."
"Grandpa," Zhu Juntang succumbed, her face pale... Although she had countless little dresses, more than she could remember, how could simply changing her mind about what she didn't like or want be the same as him tearing them all up?
Each little dress is an incarnation of a fairy. To have one of his dresses torn off is like being sexually assaulted. How can anyone tolerate that? But this devilish man is definitely capable of doing it.
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