C30 â Cooked Quite a Lot
Zhao Yuegu carried Xia Guo back to the courtyard, where she continued to sleep soundly.
âIt looks like we wonât be able to do any investigating today. I hope itâs not too much to ask, Brother Yuegu, but could we stay in your courtyard for a couple of days?â
âThatâs fine by me.â
Zhao Yueguâs courtyard was spacious, with plenty of rooms to spare, so accommodating two more guests wasnât an issue.
Then Sun Ying chimed in with a reminder.
âDad, donât you have a lot of things to take care of?â
But Sunâs father dismissed her concern with a wave of his hand.
âItâs nothing urgent.â
âThis ancient village, a remnant of the Ming Dynasty, is steeped in history.â
âIâve always had a passion for such places, so naturally, I want to explore the village thoroughly.â
Sun Ying let out a resigned sigh.
In the end, she could only quietly caution Zhao Yuegu.
âKeep an eye on my dad. Otherwise, he might just walk off with the villageâs hidden gems.â
Zhao Yuegu was taken aback that Sun Ying would so candidly betray her fatherâs intentions.
Their relationship was certainly complex.
Worried that Zhao Yuegu might not grasp the full picture, Sun Ying elaborated.
âItâs like how my brother is with cars; my dad has the same fascination with antiques.â
âThis village has an untouched quality, and itâs quite possible that some intact relics are still here.â
âJust make sure to keep a close watch.â
No sooner had Sun Ying finished her warning than she saw Sunâs father dash toward a stool.
âWow! A stool made of yellow rosewood!â
âJudging by the pattern and design, itâs likely from the late Ming period.â
âBrother Yuegu, Iâve got to have this. How much do you want for it?â
Zhao Yueguâs mouth twitched involuntarily.
To think his home actually contained an antiqueâ¦
It was just too bad that he wasnât well-versed in the value of such items.
Furniture from the late Ming Dynasty could be worth a fortune, for all he knew.
But money was the least of his concerns.
âItâs not for sale.â
âWhat would I use for meals if I sold it?â
âBrother Yuegu, youâre sitting on a fortune! Do you always use this when you eat?â
âOf course. Why wouldnât I?â
âI can replace it with a whole set of modern furniture, any big brand you like.â
However, Zhao Xueman, or little Xueman as she was known, cried out defiantly.
âDonât take our stuff, you thief!â
âIâm not giving away anything!â
Zhao Yuegu gently ruffled little Xuemanâs hair, signaling her to show some courtesy to their guest.
Sunâs fatherâs face flushed with embarrassment.
He was a well-known figure throughout Strathmore, and now he was being spoken to like this by a little girlâ¦
It was a true blow to his pride.
âIâm just looking, just looking,â Sunâs father stammered in his defense.
âPerhaps we should prioritize Director Xuâs condition,â Zhao Yuegu suggested, paying no mind to Sunâs father, who clung stubbornly to the stool. He motioned for Zhao Xueman to give her some water, hoping she would come around soon.
After all, it wouldnât bode well if something serious happened to such a high-ranking official in their village.
Meanwhile, Ma Yabei was far from pleased.
How long had it been since their last encounter, and already two women had been brought back to their place?
And to top it off, the one who had fainted was strikingly beautiful.
âWho are they?â Ma Yabei asked, eyeing Zhao Yuegu with suspicion.
âTheyâre from the higher-ups, sent to investigate the watermelons,â he explained.
âShe just got carsick, threw up quite a bit. It might take her a while to get over it,â he added.
As a journalist, Ma Yabei grasped the situation.
âDonât worry. Your watermelons are worth the price; there wonât be any trouble,â she reassured him.
âMmm,â Zhao Yuegu acknowledged, genuinely comforted by Ma Yabeiâs words.
Sun Ying, on the other hand, couldnât help but feel a pang of jealousy.
âI feel like my love life ended before it even had a chance to start,â she lamented.
âWhy is Goddess Yabei in his house, even helping with his child?â
âHow can I ever compare to Goddess Yabei?â
Sun Ying felt like she was under an endless barrage of setbacks.
She knew all too well who Ma Yabei wasâan ordinary rich girl who had once taken the internet by storm, hailed as the most beautiful reporter and amassing legions of fans.
Sun Ying had followed her for a while, never expecting to actually meet her here.
âGoddess Yabei, may I take a photo with you?â she asked timidly.
âAh? Of course,â Ma Yabei responded, surprised to find a fan in such an out-of-the-way place. She was happy to oblige.
But it didnât take long for Sun Ying to notice something amiss.
The clothes Ma Yabei was wearing had been picked out by her during a shopping tripâ¦
It all made sense nowâ¦
Their relationship was clearly more than just casual.
Sun Yingâs smile was strained, betraying the deep wounds within her heart.
She was at a loss for how to even begin comparing herself to Ma Yabei.
It was a futile effort.
Her gaze instinctively sought out her father, Sunâs father, whose attention was entirely captivated by the antiques.
Zhao Yuegu, however, picked up on Sun Yingâs disheartened demeanor.
Next to Ma Yabei, she seemed to shrink a little in self-doubt.
âSun Ying, lift your head. Youâre quite beautiful, you know.â
âAh? Really?â
Hearing Zhao Yueguâs compliment, Sun Yingâs spirits soared.
He was complimenting me!
âBut when you stack up against Yabei, youâre just a tiny bit behind.â
Her face fell in an instant.
Yet, she quickly bounced back.
Being an ordinary heiress and only slightly less attractive than Ma Yabei meant she was still quite beautiful!
âI think I have a really cool vibe, right? Donât I?â
Ma Yabei burst into laughter.
It was undeniable.
Sun Ying had a knack for brightening the mood when needed.
âAbsolutely cool.â
Basking in Ma Yabeiâs direct praise, Sun Ying felt herself floating on air.
âGoddess Yabei, youâre making me blush.â
Clearlyâ¦
It didnât take long for her to hit it off with Ma Yabei.
She even overlooked their underlying rivalry.
Zhao Yuegu was more than happy to witness this camaraderie.
The sight of the two beauties together was a delight to the eyes and added a sparkle to his courtyard.
âPerhaps itâs time to refurbish my courtyard.â
Living with Xueman, Zhao Yuegu hadnât given it much thought, focusing mainly on the land.
A house that provided shelter from the elements was enough.
But now, with the watermelon harvest complete and the other crops not yet ripe, he had the leisure to spruce up the place.
âThis courtyard, after all, is the former home of a top scholar, with three sections.â
âThe house needs some upkeep and repairs, especially if weâre to welcome future guests.â
Zhao Yuegu mulled it over and decided to begin with the inner courtyard.
The structures were showing their age, but the foundations were solidâsome repairs would make them livable.
The greatest challenge with a wooden house, after all, was ensuring it was well-protected against the elements.
To prevent decay, rot, and fire.
Seizing a moment of leisure, Zhao Yuegu headed straight to the backyard, tools in hand.
Sunâs father naturally came along.
But upon seeing the ramshackle houses, his eyes bulged in disbelief.
âOh my God!â
âTheyâre actuallyâ¦â
âTheyâre actually all built from rosewood.â
Zhao Yuegu watched as Sunâs father, overwhelmed with excitement, clung protectively to a pillar, his body shaking.
He caressed the wood and examined it closely. Finding a piece of broken wood on the ground, he winced, tenderly picking it up and carefully dusting it off with his expensive, tailor-made suit.
âThis is rosewood too!â
âHow could such a valuable house be⦠just⦠left to waste like this!â
Sunâs father was so upset he nearly choked on his own outrage.
Zhao Yuegu was momentarily baffled.
âThis is rosewood?â
âXueman even burned quite a bit of it for cooking.â
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Sunâs father clutched at his heart, his eyes wide with shock, the very picture of horror.