CH 29

“My wife’s drink is tasty!”

On that afternoon, the sour plum soup made by Cheng Bao’er and Wang Liang was officially completed. Holding the ice-cold sour plum soup cooled by well water, one could feel a refreshing sensation even before sipping it.

Cheng Bao’er and Wang Liang couldn’t wait to scoop a cup and give it a try. This was the result of their joint effort, and it had a different meaning.

The sour and sweet taste of the sour plum soup on the palate, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, brought a refreshing feeling that swept away the summer heat and boredom.

At first, Cheng Bao’er was a little worried, afraid that what he made would be different from what his elder brother made, not to mention wasting the ingredients and possibly having to redo it. However, after tasting the finished product, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Likewise, Wang Liang was also very surprised and delighted. Drinking the sour plum soup, he felt very satisfied and couldn’t help boasting, “This is the sour plum soup we made together. I didn’t expect it to be successful on the first try!”

After saying this, he couldn’t help but try to recover from his earlier mistake, “Tomorrow, you and Brother Cheng should go to Yueqiong Tower. You will definitely be successful!”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Bao’er was also happy, smiling with two small dimples appearing on his lips, making Wang Liang like him more and more.

Cheng Yun also scooped two cups, handed one to Yang Hongjin first, and then lowered his head to drink.

Cheng Bao’er looked at him nervously, waiting for his response, and asked eagerly, “Elder Brother, what do you think?”

Looking at his nervous and expectant expression, Cheng Yun smiled, patted his head, and said, “It’s very delicious, and successful.”

Upon hearing this, Cheng Bao’er finally felt relieved.

However, some people were happy while some were worried. Yang Hongjin, who had been following behind Cheng Yun all along, saw his wife touching someone else’s head and immediately became upset!

He reached out his long arm, pulled Cheng Yun’s hand that was on Cheng Bao’er’s head down, and tightly held it in his own hand, frowning and saying, “My wife’s drink is tasty.”

Cheng Yun was stunned, not yet understanding what was going on. Meanwhile, Cheng Bao’er, who had heard what Yang Hongjin said, became anxious and asked a series of questions, “Brother Yang, what did I do wrong? What’s wrong with the taste? Is it very bad? Is it hard to drink?”

Asking several questions in a row, Cheng Bao’er confused Yang Hongjin, who stood still holding Cheng Yun’s hand, like a helpless child, having forgotten why he was angry in the first place.

Cheng Yun was the first to react, he squeezed Yang Hongjin’s hand with a mix of amusement and anger, and turned to Cheng Bao’er, saying, “Don’t listen to him, he’s just talking nonsense. You did a great job, and the taste is very similar to mine. There’s hardly any difference.”

“But, but…” Cheng Bao’er was confused this time. “What was Brother Yang saying just now?”

“He was just joking,” Cheng Yun reassured Cheng Bao’er. He then arranged for them to pack up everything they needed to bring for tomorrow and set the time for them to come over early in the morning and leave for Tengyun Town together with the things.

After everything was settled, he let Cheng Bao’er and Wang Liang take some sour plum soup home, and after seeing them off, Cheng Yun sat down with Yang Hongjin.

He withdrew his hand that had been held by Yang Hongjin and crossed his arms, pretending to be angry, “How could you say such things? Bao’er worked hard to make the sour plum soup, and he was worried he couldn’t do it well. You shouldn’t have discouraged him.”

As soon as Cheng Yun let go of his hand, Yang Hongjin started to panic. After hearing Cheng Yun’s words, his expression became even more aggrieved.

He stiffened his neck and argued, “My wife’s is better!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have said it like that,” Cheng Yun didn’t expect this guy to go so far. He reached out and pinched Yang Hongjin’s face, looking like he wouldn’t let go until he got an answer, “So tell me, what makes mine taste better than his?”

Yang Hongjin pouted and didn’t say a word. Cheng Yun calmly waited, and the two of them stared at each other.

After a while, Yang Hongjin’s face turned red and he stubbornly said, “Anyway, my wife’s is better!”

Cheng Yun burst out laughing at his words, letting go of his hand and gently rubbing the place he had pinched, saying from the bottom of his heart, “Why are you so cute?”

Feeling the softening of Cheng Yun’s attitude, Yang Hongjin’s mouth pulled down into a horizontal line, his expression serious as he said, “Wife should not touch other people’s heads.”

After he said this, Cheng Yun finally understood why this idiot suddenly became temperamental.

He was a little surprised that this idiot had learned the skill of jealousy, but upon further thought, Yang Hongjin was not someone who knew nothing. In the past, he was only suppressed by the pressure of his family environment, and now, under his indulgence, he gradually learned to express his inner emotions.

This discovery made Cheng Yun both shocked and happy, as emotions are mutual. In the situation where he depended more on Yang Hongjin every day than the day before, he also hoped to receive equal feelings.

He thought that perhaps he had to wait until Yang Hongjin was completely well before he could fulfill this hope, but he never expected to have an unexpected gain under his invisible urging.

Now Cheng Yun didn’t want to blame him anymore. His heart felt as sweet as honey, and he raised his hand to touch his head, smiling lightly and saying, “Your wife only loves you.”

Yang Hongjin was satisfied with this statement, and the corners of his mouth, which had been pressed into a horizontal line, turned upward. His eyes shining brightly, he responded, “Hongjin also only loves his wife!”

After washing up that night, Cheng Yun checked Yang Hongjin’s wound. The fierce scar had grown pink tender flesh at both ends, and the deepest part in the middle still had some blood stains, but it didn’t look too serious.

“Does it still hurt?” Cheng Yun asked as he applied medicine to him.

Yang Hongjin shook his head and honestly replied, “Itches.”

“If it itches, it means it’s healing,” Cheng Yun said. “Don’t scratch it, or you’ll scratch it again. It will heal in two or three days if you endure it.”

He sprinkled the medicinal powder borrowed from Aunt Wang over the wound, wrapped it a few times with gauze, and covered it tightly. Only then did Cheng Yun pat Yang Hongjin’s hand, indicating that he could move it.

Yang Hongjin looked at his own arm, then at Cheng Yun, who was packing things, and turned his head, saying, “Wife, sleep again.”

Cheng Yun smiled and lowered his head. “What’s the point of sleeping? You won’t get better by sleeping.”

“But I’m better now!” Yang Hongjin was puzzled.

After closing the door and being alone with Yang Hongjin, Cheng Yun was not afraid to reveal his unknown side. He spoke to Yang Hongjin as if chatting casually, “You’re better now because I’ve used all my speech power on you this month, which only happens once a month. If I use it on you, our food won’t be able to grow.”

As he spoke, he remembered the crops he had just planted and sighed, “I don’t know if this batch of seeds will germinate successfully. The shopkeeper warned me when I bought them that some seeds shouldn’t be planted in this season. I originally wanted to use speech power to ripen them directly, but then this accident happened.”

Yang Hongjin listened, but most of what Cheng Yun said was unintelligible to him. He didn’t even know where to start asking questions.

After Cheng Yun finished packing up, he turned to look at him and saw him staring at him in confusion. Cheng Yun smiled and pushed him to lie down, then blew out the candle and lay down beside him.

“I, after coming to this world, suddenly gained an ability…”

He had never told anyone these words before, even when chatting with Yang Hongjin, he only mentioned them briefly.

But today, Yang Hongjin’s sudden possessiveness made Cheng Yun particularly pleased, and it also made him slightly open up his heart.

He didn’t expect Yang Hongjin to understand what he was saying now, as he was still confused and didn’t know the meaning of these words. But this person was someone he would spend the rest of his life with, even if he regained his intelligence.

Cheng Yun spoke as he thought, not expecting Yang Hongjin to understand. He even treated what he said as a bedtime story for Yang Hongjin.

However, Yang Hongjin, who was not expected to understand, turned to face Cheng Yun and looked at him with a focused expression, occasionally showing a thoughtful or puzzled look on his face, as if he really understood every word Cheng Yun said.