Gong Ruini stared at Zhao Xuran, who had surprisingly brought a bow and arrow, utterly dumbfounded.
What on earth is going on, why would he bring such a thing along?
"Shocked, aren’t you?" Zhao Xuran was quite satisfied with the silly look on Gong Ruini’s face.
Honestly, every time I see this girl with that ’I know everything’ look, it’s really frustrating.
Seeing her rosy cheeks, Zhao Xuran couldn’t help but reach out and pinch them. Hmm, the feel is just as he remembered, smooth, quite nice.
What on earth is going on, why is Zhao Xuran touching her face?
For a moment, Gong Ruini couldn’t react and just stared blankly at Zhao Xuran.
Even Gong Ruwen didn’t see it coming, it was just too unexpected.
"Hey, how dare you pinch my face," Gong Ruini snapped back to reality, clearly very angry.
She never thought Zhao Xuran would be such a shameless person, "Don’t you know a girl’s face is precious?"
Isn’t this some kind of harassment? Really outrageous.
Precious? Zhao Xuran coughed, "Sorry, I just thought Ni Zi’s cheeks were as rosy as apples."
"The texture was nice, but it doesn’t compare to Ah Da’s." Zhao Xuran noticed Zhao Guangran nearby, looking eager to try, and stopped him.
"Hey, what do you think you’re doing?" Gong Ruini found Zhao Guangran seemed to have the same tendency to pinch her face. She immediately shouted, thinking, how could he? Hmph, it’s all Zhao Xuran’s fault for touching her face right in front of him.
Oops, that’s not right, he should not be touching her face, "Don’t ever do it again."
Since it had already happened, what else could Gong Ruini do? She couldn’t possibly argue with Zhao Xuran endlessly, and more importantly, she was still hoping Zhao Xuran would help her hunt animals.
Zhao Xuran expressed that it was beyond his control; really, the feel of this girl’s face was truly irresistible.
Zhao Xuran turned and headed up the mountain, "Let’s get going quickly; today’s barbecue relies on the game we catch."
Initially, without waiting for Zhao Xuran to agree, Gong Ruini wanted to make a fuss, not allowing them to leave without approval. But when she heard that tonight’s dinner depended on the game they caught, she didn’t dare to make a fuss.
Even though going home empty-handed wouldn’t really affect her, Uncle Zhao wouldn’t do anything to her either; still, since she had agreed, Gong Ruini felt she should contribute something.
"Hey, why are you coming along?" Gong Ruini, who found Zhao Guangran, who had been acting all high and mighty and unwilling to come along, surprisingly joined them, was immediately displeased.
This guy had ridiculed her every which way before, yet now he thick-skinnedly wanted to tag along. His face is really not thin.
Pfft, does he really think I want to come along? If he had time, wouldn’t he stay home reading, ignoring the disdain and contempt from their old man? He couldn’t feel any of that.
The problem was, he couldn’t not come this time. He was genuinely worried that if he didn’t intervene, Gong Ruini might steal his big brother away.
"Why can’t I go up the mountain? If I didn’t tag along, I’d worry my big brother would be taken by you." Gong Ruini hadn’t even asked for help, and her big brother had already willingly offered to, which puts a lot of pressure on Zhao Guangran.
Such a small mind, "Then you shouldn’t speak. No sarcasm."
"Why can’t I talk?" Zhao Guangran expressed dissatisfaction. He’s a person, and people have to talk. Gong Ruini’s rule is really unusually bossy.
This guy, has he ever gone hunting in the mountains? Gong Ruini skeptically stared at Zhao Guangran for a while; the guy used to brag every which way, saying he followed Uncle Zhao to hunt in the mountains early on.
But just from this one comment from him, Gong Ruini really expressed deep doubt.
Oh dear, Zhao Guangran suddenly realized, "Well, I know, you can’t talk when you see the game."
Zhao Guangran defensively and arrogantly explained, "What I meant to say was, why can’t I talk at all?"
Now, he seemed to have recovered the situation; he felt a bit embarrassed. Alas, speaking whenever—more mistakes emerge. Luckily, he responded quickly; otherwise, Gong Ruini would have caught hold of something on him.
These words just sound so fake, yet the guy thought he had smoothed it over. Oh well, if he wants to think like that, let him have a little swagger; otherwise, if he goes crazy, it’s no joke.
"Since you’re supposedly an experienced hunter, be mindful. Otherwise, if the game runs off because of you, you’ll bear the consequences." Gong Ruini still had to lay down the rules.
A group of people waiting for the spoils to eat today, it’s not child’s play.
Zhao Xuran checked the time; it was getting late. If these two continued their snark exchange, he didn’t know when they could head out, "Guangran, carry the basket. Let’s go."
Pfft, of course, he knew that; Zhao Guangran snorted, picked up the basket, and followed Zhao Xuran step by step.
Such a sensible child, it’s just a pity that his mind isn’t very bright. At a critical moment, Zhao Xuran’s the strong one, managing to suppress Zhao Guangran with just one sentence.
Zhao Guangran didn’t react at first, but once he did, they already started climbing, "Hey, brother, why is it me carrying the basket?"
Brother, always so biased. Zhao Guangran felt like crying; by age, he’s the second youngest. Going by efforts today, it should be Gong Ruini putting in the major effort.
The problem is, why on earth does he have to carry it? Zhao Guangran looked at Zhao Xuran’s back in bitterness.
This naive guy finally seems to have figured it out—albeit a little late. Fortunately, it’s still salvageable.
"Did you forget what you promised before? You said you’d keep quiet." Gong Ruini coldly asked.
Hmph, since he took the basket upon himself, there’s no reason to put it down, especially since he’s the one who insisted on butting in. As the line jumper, how could he not pay a bit of a price? Otherwise, seriously, anyone could cut in line.
Yes, it’s true he promised to be quiet; the issue is his big brother hasn’t even gotten into hunting mode yet, so speaking is possible.
"Little girl, don’t think you can mess with me just because you have my brother backing you." Zhao Guangran felt angry and frustrated.
As Zhao Xuran’s own brother, he never boasted like that. But why could Gong Ruini do it? Isn’t that just making him angry in every way?
Is she relying on Zhao Xuran’s clout? Gong Ruini shrugged, indicating that she could swagger before Zhao Guangran not just because of Zhao Xuran but also due to Zhao Guangran’s limited mental capacity.
"Alright, shut up." Having just watched a rabbit run off in front of him, Zhao Xuran wasn’t in the best mood.
He turned and said to Zhao Guangran, who was still full of discontent, "Just now we could’ve caught a rabbit, but you had to speak up."
Hahaha, what is a one-hit knockout? This is a one-hit knockout.
This was the most ruthless arrow shot right at Zhao Guangran’s weak spot. Even Gong Ruini felt sorry for him—could such a Zhao Xuran really be his brother?
Besides continuous corrections, there was nothing but dissatisfaction, never giving Zhao Guangran a bit of comfort.
"Big brother." Zhao Guangran was feeling wronged, while the adjacent Gong Ruini was laughing at him in every way. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⸺fire.net
Zhao Guangran felt very aggrieved, his big brother hardly considered his feelings at all.
"Alright, shut up, and be quiet." Zhao Xuran didn’t want to discuss it here with Zhao Guangran and didn’t think about consoling that dramatic guy.
"Follow me, be as quiet as An Jing; otherwise, if anyone else causes trouble, they’ll also be sent packing." Zhao Xuran didn’t want to waste time. After catching animals, they still needed to prepare the ingredients back home. Their parents were busy working hard in the fields and with cultivating shiitake mushrooms, already swamped with things to do, and couldn’t have them coming back to more busywork.
The ultimate deterrence was out, regardless of whether it was Zhao Guangran or Gong Ruini, both quieted down.