Chapter 200 - But You’ve Already Called Me Mr. Qin Translator: EndlessFantasy

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When it was lunchtime, everyone was sitting at the table in the living room. They saw Kangwang bring a big pot over and place it in the middle of the table.

The water in the pot had already been poured out, leaving only noodles, which still took up a big pot.

Everyone: “…”

“Why are there so much noodles?!” Zilong was shocked.

Shuidong laughed hysterically. “When brother Kangwang put the noodles in the pot, he kept feeling that there weren’t enough. In the end, the pot was filled to the brim.”

Kangwang smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t feel that there were too much noodles when I cooked it. I was afraid that there wouldn’t be enough to eat with so many of us, so I used the riveting force. Who knew that I would end up cooking such a big pot…”

Zilong: “Aiyo, there are so much noodles. We can’t finish all of it.”

“Try to eat as much as you can.” Shuidong looked at the pot of noodles and felt troubled. “Aren’t there still Little Jian and Jingshen here? You guys have worked hard. Eat more.”

Zhang Jian touched his stomach. “I’ll try my best.”

[Don’t panic. Big Boss Xun absolutely won’t allow for any leftovers.]

“I can eat.” Jiang Xun’s eyes lit up as she looked at the noodles.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She was worried that she would not be full in a place where she had to work and exchange food stamps with her fellow villagers to fill her stomach.

She did not expect to have a full meal on the first day.

Jiang Xun decided to eat more. What if she would not be full tomorrow?

She might have to rely on this meal.

“You should take it easy. Don’t force yourself.” Kangwang tried to persuade her. He thought to himself, did this child want to leave play the character of a foodie?

It was not easy to play this character.

However, there were cameras, so he couldn’t tell Jiang Xun directly.

The shredded luncheon meat and chicken were served separately, and each person added different seasonings according to their own preferences.

It also included seasonings such as soy sauce and vinegar.

Among them, Jiang Xun was the youngest, and she was a girl. Everyone let her take the food first.

However, Jiang Xun didn’t stand on ceremony. She scooped up a big bowl and picked up some shredded luncheon meat and chicken.

She didn’t feel like picking up too much, so she picked up some noodles and mixed it with seasoning sauce.

The noodles cooked in limited conditions weren’t delicious, but it was enough to fill her stomach.

Jiang Xun ate quickly, bowl after bowl.

Other than Mufeng, everyone else was stunned.

“You really can eat!” Shuidong exclaimed in shock.

“Don’t force yourself to eat when you’re full.” Kangwang was still afraid that Jiang Xun would eat until her stomach was full.

Jiang Xun smiled shyly. “I can still eat. I was worried that I wouldn’t be full. My appetite tonight will be the same as now. Is that okay?”

Everyone: “…no problem.”

At least they didn’t have to worry about wasting food anymore.

Jiang Xun ate a total of six bowls of noodles.

Jingshen wiped his face to hide his smile. He really didn’t expect Jiang Xun to eat so much.

After lunch, everyone washed the tableware together.

Kangwang took Zilong, Mufeng and Jiang Xun to the back mountain to dig the spring bamboo shoots, while the others went to the paddy field to pull weeds.

“After we pull all the bamboo shoots, we can start planting at the end of the month,” Shuidong muttered.

The group went to the mountain to pull the bamboo shoots. They harvested a lot, filling three baskets full of bamboo shoots.

“These bamboo shoots can be exchanged for a week’s worth of food stamps.” Kangwang smiled happily. He walked to the basket and reached out to lift it, and, “…”

He couldn’t lift it.

Kangwang held back his strength and tried to lift it again.

His face was flushed red. His facial features were exerting strength. He finally lifted it up a little. However, in a few seconds, he weakly put down the basket again.

“We did pull out quite a lot, but we can’t carry it anymore. It’s too heavy.” Kangwang was helpless.

Zilong also tried and failed.

“Let me do it.” Jiang Xun stepped forward and easily picked up a basket in each hand.

“Let’s go.” Jiang Xun’s expression didn’t change. “Leave the remaining basket to…”

Jiang Xun turned her head and her gaze fell on Mufeng’s face. “Leave it to Mr. Qin.”

She knew Mufeng’s strength.

Carrying two baskets like her was not a problem.

Mufeng was stunned. It had been a while since Jiang Xun had addressed him as Mr. Qin.

To outsiders, it seemed to be a polite form of address, but Mufeng couldn’t help but think of what he had said earlier.

Mr. was also used by wives to address their husbands.

Mufeng’s warm and smiling gaze landed on Jiang Xun’s crescent-shaped eyes. Suddenly, he let out a low laugh and walked forward to pick up the basket. He walked to Jiang Xun’s side and held the basket in her hand, “I’ll carry it.”

“I can carry it.” This was a piece of cake for her.

“I know.” Mufeng lowered his head slightly. “But you’ve already called me Mr. Qin.”