CH 27

“Using the speech spirit”

After Cheng Yun finished, he had the two of them repeat the steps and key points that he had demonstrated.

Cheng Bao’er first said what he had paid close attention to, memorized every detail, and had went through it once without making any mistakes.

Wang Liang was not as careful as Cheng Bao’er, but luckily, he had watched Cheng Yun do it once yesterday and had just heard Cheng Bao’er repeat it again. So he managed to muddle through without making too many mistakes.

Cheng Yun nodded and said, “Don’t think that my requirements are too demanding. We don’t have a lot of materials, so we can’t waste them.”

Cheng Bao’er naturally understood this principle and thought the arrangement was good. Once he became familiar with the process, he would feel more at ease. When Cheng Yun actually let them do it on their own, he was a bit scared and worried that he would waste the materials.

Cheng Yun poured the sour plum soup they had made earlier, freeing up space for them to work, while he stood behind and watched. Cheng Bao’er, who had just recited the recipe perfectly, became flustered as soon as he started to work.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m here watching,” Cheng Yun patted his shoulder to encourage him, “And you, Xia’er, don’t just stand there, discuss and work together.”

Cheng Bao’er looked up at Wang Liang, who suddenly became nervous when he wasn’t before, “I, I…”

Seeing someone even more nervous than he was, Cheng Bao’er secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, revealing a small dimple, then took the initiative to invite, “Let’s do it together.”

“Okay!” Wang Liang’s eyes lit up, and he straightened up, looking at Cheng Bao’er with a burning gaze.

If Cheng Yun couldn’t see that Wang Liang had some feelings for Cheng Bao’er at this point, he would have wasted many years as a human being.

He stood behind them, as if watching a show, and rubbed his chin as he carefully considered the matter.

He knew quite a bit about Wang Liang’s family. They had good living conditions, but with his sister having married out, Wang Liang was the only child left in the family. Wang Daniu and his wife were also friendly, so there shouldn’t be any major problems with in-law relationships if Cheng Bao’er were to marry into their family.

Wang Liang was now learning woodworking from that idiot, and in the future, he would have a skill to earn a living and support Cheng Bao’er. He himself could also take care of Cheng’s family, with a little help here and there. With all this, he could bring Wang Liang’s family along and get rich together.

Upon reflection, pairing these two together isn’t a bad idea. From Wang Liang’s reaction, it seems he quite likes Cheng Bao’er. Wang Liang is also a simple person, with good family education, and with Cheng Yun watching from behind, he doesn’t have to worry that Cheng Bao’er will be treated badly in the future.

For now, he can’t tell if Cheng Bao’er has feelings for Wang Liang, but with effort, anything can be achieved as long as he doesn’t dislike him.

Cheng Yun takes care of Yang Hongjin as a “mother”, and now he’s taking care of Cheng Bao’er as a “father”. He unexpectedly felt the burden of being a parent, but surprisingly, he felt pretty good about it.

He silently watched the two interact, Cheng Bao’er was cautious in every step he took, fearing that he would make a mistake, while Wang Liang wasn’t worried. Cheng Bao’er stood next to him, whispering softly, making Wang Liang’s ears itch and causing him to scratch his head and rub his nose, appearing even more nervous than Cheng Bao’er.

Cheng Yun didn’t say anything to them. As long as the steps weren’t wrong, he let them carry on. They fiddled with it for almost half an hour before they were finally able to put the ingredients in the pot.

Cheng Bao’er turned his head and secretly glanced at Cheng Yun. Cheng Yun smiled at him and praised, “Not bad, you didn’t make any mistakes in the steps. Now we just have to wait for it to boil.”

Cheng Bao’er breathed a sigh of relief at his words, and looked up at Wang Liang with a smile. The latter was dazzled by his smile and blushed, silly smiling along with him.

Cheng Yun shook his head and smiled, letting them rest for a while. When the soup was almost ready, he would extinguish it and add rock sugar. After giving instructions, he went to the backyard to busy himself with his own matters.

It had been more than a month since he last used the speech spirit. Recently, Cheng Yun had been thinking about where to use this precious speech spirit.

There were still many seeds at home, bought for one cent each from the seed store in town when he first arrived with Aunt Wang. There were about twenty different crops in total. Cheng Yun was thinking whether he should plant all of them at once, or use the speech spirit directly on Yang Hongjin to help him improve his intelligence a little.

He opened the illustration book and saw that there was a crop called Sharp Onion in the second-level system. If he upgraded, Cheng Yun’s first priority would definitely be to exchange for this crop.

Although his ultimate goal was to make that fool smarter, he also quite liked Yang Hongjin’s current state. He could occasionally talk to him about his thoughts without worrying about being treated as an oddball. He could even bully him with a clear conscience.

After weighing the pros and cons, Cheng Yun decided to plant the seeds first, and upgrade a few levels at once. This way, he could earn points, level up the speech spirit, and harvest crops to eat, killing three birds with one stone.

Of course, he secretly hoped that Yang Hongjin could maintain this state a little longer, so he could depend on him a bit more.

Cheng Yun harvested all the matured Chinese cabbage that he had previously planted, lit up the icon of Chinese cabbage in his plant collection, added the mung bean sprouts he grew earlier and the points he had left over from previous exchanges. At this point, he had twelve points left, and he was only three points away from upgrading to level two.

He then planted all the seeds he had been saving up at once. Just as he was about to start “chanting the spell,” there was a loud bang from the front yard.

“What’s going on?” Cheng Yun frowned and stood up. He heard Cheng Bao’er gasp and Wang Liang shout “ah” before he even entered the main hall.

Cheng Yun’s frown deepened as he took three quick steps forward. He smelled the rusty, bloody odor before he even stepped into the hall. He saw Yang Hongjin pressing hard on his left arm with his right hand, which had a large cut on it. The blood was staining the wood on the ground red, and the injured man had red eyes and a furrowed brow. When he saw Cheng Yun, he cried out with a hint of grievance, “Wife…”

Cheng Yun’s face sank as he hurried over, telling Cheng Bao’er to fetch a basin of clean water. When he approached Yang Hongjin, he saw that blood was still dripping down his arm, and his heart ached. “What happened? How did you get hurt?” Yang Hongjin was usually very careful, and nothing like this had ever happened before. At most, he had accidentally scratched himself with some poorly sanded wood, but nothing like this serious injury.

Cheng Bao’er moved quickly, bringing over a basin of water. Cheng Yun washed his hands and then pressed down on the injured area on Yang Hongjin’s arm, letting Bao’er wash a towel and wrap it tightly around the wound.

“Wife…” Yang Hongjin called out cautiously, like a child who had done something wrong, “The wood can’t be used anymore…”

Cheng Yun was already feeling sorry for Yang Hongjin’s injured hand, and his heart ached even more when he heard these words. He touched Yang Hongjin’s head with his empty hand and comforted him softly, “It’s okay. We can find new wood. Does your hand hurt?”

Yang Hongjin shook his head, but after a while, he whispered, “It hurts.”

Cheng Yun said, “Let me blow on it for you, and it won’t hurt anymore.”

He glanced at Wang Liang and Cheng Bao’er, who also looked worried. Cheng Yun asked them to go to the kitchen and wait, and once they had left, he took a deep breath and used the power of speech spirit on Yang Hongjin’s arm:

“The injured area on Yang Hongjin’s arm is instantly healed!”

The first-level system effect was only one-tenth, but Cheng Yun had observed the growth progress of plants affected by language magic in the past, and overall they grew better and faster than other plants. Therefore, even with only a one-tenth effect, it was still stronger than no effect at all.

Yang Hongjin’s arm was still oozing blood, but with the help of Cheng Yun’s words, the bleeding stopped and the wound began to heal.

Cheng Yun carefully unwrapped the cloth bandage that was wrapped around his arm. The wound, which had been as long as a finger, had stopped bleeding and was visibly healing at a remarkable speed.

Yang Hongjin stared in amazement, looked down at his hand, and then up at his wife.

He remained silent for a moment, but his fingers couldn’t help but curl up uncomfortably, and he moved restlessly.

Cheng Yun noticed his discomfort and asked worriedly, “What’s wrong? Is your hand still hurting? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Yang Hongjin’s face turned red and he spoke with a look of aggrievedness, “Wife, I’m itchy!”

Author’s note:

The younger brother is silly and sweet, Wang Liang is a rash and impulsive person. I suddenly feel that this kind of CP is inexplicably charming!

Every time the protagonist reads a spiritual chant, I feel so embarrassed, how can I break through this (laughs).