"Little sister, don’t worry, our chili sauce is very clean since we follow your instructions," Xu Nian’an comforted.
"Big brother, I’m not worried about the quality of the chili sauce, I’m worried about people intentionally causing us trouble," Xu Nianhua said cryptically.
Xu Nian’an glanced at her but ultimately chose not to respond. Before confirming with the Gu Family, it was better to keep silent on the matter.
"Don’t fear, I believe ’evil cannot overcome good.’" Xu Nian’an suddenly remembered a phrase he had read and changed the subject, saying, "Little sister, the other day Teacher Fang praised you, saying that your translations were very accurate, quick, and that you charged less for your work."
"Of course, our studio aims to be the best."
When Xu Nianhua talked about this, she couldn’t help but envision the future of their studio—in time, they could establish a translation company, with branches everywhere, not worrying about making money.
It wasn’t a holiday or a special occasion, yet in the sleeping carriage’s compartment, there were just the three of them. It was convenient for conversation without many reservations.
The siblings kept chatting. Xu Nian’an was worried his little sister would overthink and feel down, so he thought that by talking with her, he could distract her and prevent her from brooding.
At noon, the three of them had boxed lunches on the train. The prices were steep, but the taste was not that great. After eating a box, Xu Nian’an felt like he hadn’t eaten enough, so he declared, "No, I need to go make a cup of noodles."
"Yicheng, little sister, do you want any?" Xu Nian’an asked, holding a cup of noodles.
"I’m full." Xu Nianhua glanced at her unfinished box lunch—she couldn’t even finish one bowl.
Pei Yicheng answered directly.
Xu Nian’an went to get hot water with his noodles, while Pei Yicheng’s gaze fell on her unfinished lunch, asking, "Can’t finish it?"
"Mhm," Xu Nianhua nodded vigorously.
Pei Yicheng said nothing and simply took the lunch box in front of her and started eating voraciously.
"I..." It was leftover!
Xu Nianhua’s eyes rounded in shock. As she watched him eat the boxed lunch heartily, knowing it was leftovers, her face flushed slightly.
"Especially delicious."
Pei Yicheng ate heartily, finding it even tastier than his own boxed lunch.
"Don’t worry about the factory, I’m here," Pei Yicheng said, quickly finishing her remaining food. "Ling Dong has already gone to South City a few days ago, he’s surely able to help now."
"Yeah, Brother Ling Dong is indeed very capable," Xu Nianhua praised.
Seeing the admiration in her eyes, Pei Yicheng pursed his lips, feeling less than pleased.
Xu Nianhua could sense the temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees as she observed Pei Yicheng’s obviously unhappy expression, wondering to herself if she might have misspoken.
Ling Dong is really capable, isn’t he?
Xu Nianhua blinked and added, "Brother Ling Dong is your right-hand man."
Before she finished speaking, she felt like Pei Yicheng’s frown deepened.
"It proves you have good judgment," Xu Nianhua quickly added.
"Who’s more capable, him or me?" Pei Yicheng blurted out.
Only then did Xu Nianhua belatedly catch on, asking uncertainly, "You’re not... jealous, are you?"
In all honesty, she had just complimented Ling Dong.
Pei Yicheng cleared his throat uneasily and began to haphazardly clear away the lunch box, saying, "I’m going to throw away the trash."
The sound of Xu Nianhua’s bell-like laughter followed him, and Pei Yicheng walked even faster. He smacked his forehead in annoyance: why had he asked that question?