However, Xie Ji did not want to apologize to Lu Xunji.
Lu Xunji's words were clearly very harsh.
He just has a good temper; it's not that he doesn't have one.
Xie Ji was really angry this time and didn't want to coax Lu Xunji so soon.
You're sick? So what if you're sick?
He doesn't have any medicine!
Xie Ji glanced at Ji Shi's full favorability bar and Mu Yao's 42% favorability value.
Damn... Lu Xunji was clearly the one who went too far, but why do I still feel sorry for him when I see that glaring zero?
Xie Ji shook his head, shut down the system, took out the Hand of the God of Cooking from his backpack, and began processing ingredients in the kitchen.
Lu Xunji returned when the ingredients were halfway prepared.
He walked behind Xie Ji, took the kitchen knife from his hand, and said casually, "I'll do it."
Xie Ji let go of her hand and stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to say.
Lu Xunji behaved very normally, his cold face expressionless, his eyelashes drooping, quietly standing by the dressing table, making decorative cuts on the fish.
It seemed that the big argument with Xie Ji earlier had no effect on his mood or state of mind.
Xie Ji scratched his ear, wanting to speak, but felt embarrassed, after all, he was the one who made the harsh remarks, and he had only held out for less than half an hour.
Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to try and appease him now?
I've so easily forgiven Consort Xun; haven't I spoiled him too much?!
Xie Ji thought, "I should hold out for at least half a month. I can't just throw away my manly pride for Lu Xunji's sake, can I?"
Lu Xunji cooked for six people as usual, and the dishes were still the same ones Xie Ji liked, but he didn't ask Xie Ji to sit next to him this time.
But Xie Ji, holding his bowl, slammed down next to him, then snapped his chopsticks and coldly glared at him!
I peeled a shrimp for Lu Xunji.
This shouldn't damage his image as a man, Xie Ji thought, nodding inwardly. After all, he hadn't given Lu Xunji a kind look at all!
The crowd paused for a moment, their eyes filled with pity and disdain as they looked at Xie Ji.
Shang Yan sighed.
So you're going to give me the cold shoulder when you peel shrimp, huh?
Lu Xunji paused for a moment with his chopsticks, said nothing, and simply put the peeled shrimp into his mouth and ate it.
After finishing his meal, Lu Xunji began washing the dishes with a cold expression.
Although he always had this expression, Xie Ji could clearly sense that he was particularly cold today.
"Let's go." Shang Yan picked up his phone and glanced at it. "The tourists at the agritainment venue have arrived."
Lu Xunji came out of the kitchen, took out two tissues to wipe his hands, and went out first.
When Xie Ji saw those hands covered in water droplets, he remembered the last time Lu Xunji helped him; Lu Xunji had stood in front of him like that, carefully wiping the dirt off his hands.
This thought made his ears burn a little. He scratched his ears and then followed Ji Shi and the others outside.
The program selected six guest stars, each with a different background.
But one thing is certain: these people are probably either rich or famous, since getting a spot as one of the first tourists to experience Young Field Farmhouse is quite difficult.
On the deserted island, at the only small pier where boats can dock, Young Field six companions stood by the roadside waiting for tourists to arrive.
Soon, the sound of a speedboat came from the sea, and a familiar speedboat came to a stop in front of everyone, splashing through the waves.
Xie Ji curiously sized up the tourists; most of them were quite good-looking, and he heard that a few of them were celebrities.
However, Xie Ji doesn't follow entertainment news and is unfamiliar with these faces.
Leading the way was a boy with light blue hair, who looked to be only a few years older than Xie Ji. He exuded youthful energy and grinned broadly, revealing a clear yet foolish smile.
"Hello, hello!" The blue-haired boy jumped off the boat and immediately shook Xie Ji's hand. "Dude, you're really handsome! You must be Xie Ji. Oh, I really like you! You're such a fun guy, bro. Oh, by the way, my Li Jixing. Nice to meet you."
Xie Ji shook his hand and they exchanged pleasantries. "You're too kind, buddy. You're handsome too, and I like you a lot. To be one of the first guests on this show, you must be very rich. Can we be friends?"
Li Jixing shook hands with him and walked inside. "Not at all, it's just a mere five million. I said I couldn't do it, but my parents insisted that I come and gain some experience, saying that staying at home would hinder them from making money."
Xie Ji: "Hey! What do you mean 'your parents'? They're our parents! Dude, would your parents mind getting a different son? If not, would they mind having another one?"
"Come on, let's exchange contact information. Come over to my house sometime when you're free..."
Everyone stood there and watched as the two men, one with blond hair and the other with blue hair, walked away hand in hand, completely ignoring the people behind them.
[Maya, thankfully, Xie Ji has finally found a kindred spirit.]
[Wait, where did this guy come from? I've never seen anyone like him in the entertainment industry before.]
[You don't know Li Jixing? I remember he was trending on social media a while ago. He was selected as a national-level sprinter in high school and just got into the best sports school in the country this year. His family is very wealthy.]
[Oh, so you're a prospective male college student. No wonder your eyes look so clear yet so foolish.]
[ Of Young Field six regular guests on the show, which one isn't a prospective male college student?]
[ Shang Yan's maturity always makes me forget that he was still a pure and innocent college boy on summer vacation.]
[We were just happily calling each other "husband," why did they have to remind me that they're actually twenty years younger than me?]
[Wrong, Xie Ji wasn't admitted to the prestigious Men's College; he didn't get in.]
[Enough! Xie Ji is at the very bottom of the entire educational hierarchy, and his illiterate persona remains unshaken.]
Xie Ji didn't remember the faces of the people behind him. Apart from Li Jixing, the only one he remembered was a thin man wearing a white shirt and glasses.
The man looked to be in his early twenties, with a thin body that resembled a bamboo pole. His face was pale and delicate, and he had a beauty mark at the corner of his eye that was exactly the same as Xie Ji's.
Although Xie Ji is slender, he is still on the healthy side, unlike this stick-thin guy, who looks like he could be blown into the sea by a strong wind.
The reason Xie Ji had a deep impression of him was that as soon as he got off the boat, he stood next to Lu Xunji, bent over and coughing violently, his thin, bony fingers instinctively clinging to Lu Xunji's shoulders.
Lu Xunji frowned, seemingly a little impatient, but still reached out to help him up.
"Thank you." After coughing, the man took two steps toward Lu Xunji. "I'm too weak, and the wind is giving me a headache. You don't mind if I help you, do you?"
Lu Xunji lowered his eyes, his expression blank, and raised his hand to pull away the person's wrist that was holding him. "I don't really like being touched, I'm sorry."
The man gave an awkward laugh, "I see."
Mu Yao picked up a thick branch from the bushes nearby and handed it to him, smiling gently with narrowed eyes, "Don't mind him, that's just his personality. Here, take this, be careful when you walk."
The man took it and nodded. "Thank you."
After confirming that everyone had disembarked, Ji Shi led the group towards the villa. "Our first stop at our agritainment business is to show you our unique five-star accommodations. Come this way—"
As soon as I reached the entrance of the courtyard, I was greeted by blooming roses, and the name of the farmhouse restaurant was written in a flamboyant style on the signboard among the flowers.
Li Jixing stood at the door with his hands on his hips, pointing at the sign and asking Xie Ji.
"Your agritainment business's name wasn't used as an excuse to insult me, was it?"