Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!

Chapter 68: Chapter 68 She finally managed to win a round back!

Jiang Li carried the bowl of noodles straight out of the kitchen and headed for the courtyard.

Uncle Zhao had already come back from the field and was meticulously selecting sweet potatoes from a basket.

Jiang Li walked over and set the bowl down on the stool in front of him.

“Uncle Zhao, I made some noodles; please, have a taste,” she said.

Uncle Zhao looked at Jiang Li, then at the noodles, and hurriedly put down what he was holding and gestured with his hands.

Jiang Li smiled and shook her head, “It’s okay, there’s plenty more in the kitchen for us; I just used a bit of your flour. I’ll find a way to return it to you later.”

Uncle Zhao quickly gestured with his hands to tell Jiang Li there was no need for her to return it.

Then he picked up the bowl of noodles and took a bite, immediately widening his eyes with approval and gave Jiang Li a big thumbs up.

Jiang Li’s smile grew sweeter, “I’m glad you like it, Uncle Zhao.”

Uncle Zhao thought for a moment, then drew something in the ground with the tip of his chopstick.

Jiang Li looked closely and said pensively, “So you’re Uncle Zhao. From now on, I’ll call you that, then.”

Happiness lit up Uncle Zhao’s face, all the creases turning upwards with his smile.

The viewers in the live-streaming room were also touched by this affectionate scene.

[Wuu wuu wuu, they both are kindhearted people, anyone who speaks ill of Lili is going to have to deal with me!]

[L God: Goddess is as kind as ever.]

[West District Kang Bazi: When did Sister Li become so good at homemaking? I want to taste her cooking too!]

[Shiguang: The noodles my sister makes are the best in the world.]

[Even Uncle Zhao says Lili makes delicious food; Blackie, stop doubting her already.]

[Who knows what Uncle Zhao has tasted before, he might just be acting because he’s on camera and wants to save face for Jiang Li.]

Inside the room, Jiang Shixu hung his little head somewhat despondently.

So, his sister’s noodles weren’t made just for him alone.

Seeing Uncle Zhao eating happily, Jiang Li left contentedly.

But, as she turned away, Uncle Zhao stood up, muttering some unclear sounds.

Jiang Li turned back curiously, “What is it, Uncle Zhao?”

Uncle Zhao scratched his head somewhat sheepishly and then gestured with his hands a few times.

Jiang Li nodded with understanding and smiled, “I get it; you’re saying your son is also home, he didn’t have breakfast, and you’d like me to send a portion up to him, right? No problem at all.”

After agreeing, Jiang Li headed back toward the kitchen without a second glance.

Jiang Yan had already served himself a large bowl of noodles and was crouched under the veranda, gobbling them up.

As Jiang Li approached, he mumbled with his cheeks full, “…..Thi…. noodles are so good….. worth it…”

Jiang Li gave him a brief glance and then entered the kitchen.

[Hahahaha, I can’t stop laughing; wasn’t Jiang Yan acting all tough in front of his little sister just earlier, and now he’s given in after just a few minutes?]

[Young Master Jiang’s unimpressive behavior is just like my dog, who can’t stop wagging its tail for a few treats.]

[Jiang Li: Cold demeanor, don’t cue.]

Moments later, Jiang Li carried out another bowl of noodles, this time heading straight for the second floor.

The second floor was also simply constructed, with uniformly wooden rooms, high-angled eaves, simple yet charming in its own way.

Compared to the first floor, however, it felt even more deserted and hardly seemed like anyone lived there.

Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, then freed up one hand to knock on the wooden door before her.

A few seconds later, a clear male voice came from inside—

“Who is it?”

“I am a guest staying at your place,” Jiang Li slowly explained, “Uncle Zhao said you didn’t have breakfast in the morning, so he asked me to bring some noodles up to you.”

The person inside fell silent for a moment before speaking up,

“Okay, I got it, just leave the things at the door.”

“Thank you.”

The man’s voice was low and magnetic, lazy, and gained an ethereal quality as it passed through the wooden door.

Though faint, it was full of breath and didn’t at all seem like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.

But hadn’t Uncle Zhao said he was still sick?

Yet, Jiang Li didn’t inquire too much and simply left the items he was carrying before turning away.

The viewers in the live stream, however, became excited.

[Ahhh, this young man’s voice is so nice to listen to! My ears are pregnant!]

[Help, I really want to know what he looks like.] @@novelbin@@

[The fangirls upstairs, stop fantasizing, how handsome can that old man’s son be? At most, he’s a dirty-faced bumpkin, perhaps even a simple-looking fellow.]

[True, there aren’t many with good voices who are also good-looking.]

[My dreams are shattered, wuu wuu wuu.]

After quickly finishing breakfast, Jiang Li dragged Jiang Yan to wash the dishes.

But how could Young Master Jiang, who usually didn’t soil his ten fingers with spring water, be willing to labor for others repeatedly?

So he complained to the heavens and earth while washing dishes.

And as he complained, time slipped away.

At eight in the morning, Director Sun had set up several cameras on time in the courtyard at the village chief’s doorstep.

Occasionally, a few passing villagers stopped curiously to watch.

But most people were too busy with their farm work to spare time to watch this group of people filming a TV show.

At 8:05 AM, He Yun and Qi Tianyu arrived one after another.

Then, ten minutes later, Shu Yan came.

Without her pretty clothes, she had only borrowed a white T-shirt from the landlord’s daughter, but she still wore hot pants underneath, and smartly tied the shirttails around her waist.

Along with that equally sultry makeup, she stood out glaringly.

Especially in a village accustomed to modesty.

All along the way, Shu Yan garnered plenty of scrutiny and tsk-tsks from the aunties and grannies.

But she acted as if she didn’t see them and sashayed right into the public camera’s view.

[I can’t, Shu Yan actually went to put on makeup again, so not afraid of trouble.]

[Isn’t that too much? Dressing up like that is just scandalous.]

[Some people’s brains are wrapped too tightly, aren’t they? Sister Yan is so pretty! Besides, it’s the 21st century, can’t we have freedom of dress? She didn’t expose any key parts.]

Just as the live stream was engaged in a heated discussion about Shu Yan’s attire, Wen Jiaojiao arrived with a face full of impatience.

“What kind of godforsaken place is this, the mosquitoes are bad enough, and the sun is so harsh; my photorejuvenation treatment is totally ruined, I hate this.”

Barrage: Look, another one with even heavier baggage.

When the several people finally stood still with varied expressions, Director Sun noticed the two absentees.

“Where are Jiang Yan and Jiang Li? It’s already half-past eight, why haven’t they come yet?”

[Jiang Li is at home watching Jiang Yan wash dishes.]

[I can’t take it anymore, the young master is taking half an hour just to wash dishes, and it’s holding Lili up too.]

[Being late is being late, if Jiang Li can’t stand it, why doesn’t he just wash them himself? Isn’t this acting spoiled after getting a bargain?]

Seeing Jiang Li’s tardiness, Wen Jiaojiao lifted the corners of her lips in satisfaction.

She finally got one over on that damned woman.

“Those two couldn’t have failed to find a place to stay last night and ended up sleeping outdoors, causing them to be late, could they?” Wen Jiaojiao said gleefully, “If that’s the case, then we really need to wait for them.”