"Wipe it."

The dust settled.

Jiang Chen offered a tissue.

"Huh."

The Martial Saint, who had just sat back down, snorted disdainfully at Jiang Chen's fake kindness, declined the tissue, and took some from the table to wipe the grease off his face.

Can't blame him.

The girls had already left.

And he didn't even get a single contact.

What a great opportunity, wasted just like that!

The Martial Saint grew increasingly frustrated, grabbing a piece of crispy bone and biting into it forcefully.

"Crunch."

The cook's skills weren't bad; the crispy bone was quite chewy.

"I will tell your sister about your righteous deed tonight; she'll certainly be very pleased."

Jiang Chen retrieved the tissue, absolutely not mocking; regardless of the intention, the boy's act of standing up against injustice was commendable.

However, the Martial Saint clearly misunderstood Boss Jiang's intentions, "Not lending me your phone is one thing, but sowing discord?"

"A fair lady is a gentleman's desire. I don't see anything wrong with you liking girls."

Jiang Chen said calmly.

This is true.

But how old is he?

And those four girls just now, weren't they all a size bigger than the Martial Saint?

Jiang Chen's words had quite a problem, but they oddly appealed to the Martial Saint, even making him look at Jiang Chen with new eyes.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Only people whose values align can get along well.

"I must say, you're quite strange."

The Martial Saint chewed on the crispy bone, eyebrows rising with a rebellious aura, nearly putting his feet on the chair, eyeing Jiang Chen, "If you want to please me, just be straightforward. What, playing hard to get? Let me tell you, I'm not playing that game anymore."

Jiang Chen found it amusing and asked with a smile, "Why do I need to please you?"

"Why act? Aren't you tired? You want to woo my sister, who else would you please if not me?"

The Martial Saint munched on his skewer, looking aloof and indifferent.

Can't deny it.

This guy does think highly of himself.

Truly relying on being related by blood.

Daring to say anything.

Tanki Liuli, who had been silently eating skewers, suddenly looked up.

Hmm.

Jiang Chen felt her gaze, and it was quite intense.

He already wanted to hand this guy back over to Liao Xiangdong.

"Don't project your simple thinking onto the adult world; relationships between people are much more complex than you realize."

Tanki Liuli withdrew her gaze and lowered her head again.

Facing the righteous Jiang Chen, the Martial Saint merely scorned, "Tsk."

Whether he believed it or not wasn't important.

The critical thing was that the Taoist nun sister didn't misunderstand.

And the Taoist nun sister, being older than this guy, had a better understanding and acceptance.

After all, the Martial Saint even dared to suspect she might be his sister's illegitimate daughter; with a guy like him, what wouldn't he say?

"Weren't you afraid those two would beat you up just now?"

Jiang Chen picked up an oyster, changing the topic, "Dog Egg wasn't by your side."

This guy used to run rampant in the village, largely thanks to that Tibetan mastiff.

And the remaining reason was naturally because he had an overprotective dad and a ridiculously fierce sister.

"City folks, educated, aren't quick to violence, and besides, it's the East Sea, a super metropolis."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "No matter how developed a place is, there will still be brutes. Getting beaten isn't worth it, especially in front of a few girls; wouldn't it be embarrassing? Why not directly use your sister's name?"

"Come on."

The Martial Saint immediately said, "Everything I do, using my sister's name? If she doesn't bash me, I'd feel embarrassed! And what are those two punks, anyway? Even if I used my sister's name, would they even know her?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

He couldn't deny that the guy had thought it through.

"You're actually quite smart. If you focused your energy on studying, your village might produce an Ivy League student."

So Jiang Chen spoke with feeling, earnestly, "You're different from your sister."

"What's the use of being an Ivy League student, earning ten thousand a month or not? Can't even afford a house in East Sea."

Watching the Martial Saint suck on a sea snail, Boss Jiang was at a loss again.

"But I really respect educated people, like Yong Wen."

Shang Yongwen.

Basically, a childhood friend of Lan Peizhi.

Jiang Chen still had an impression, especially of their house with the loquat tree standing tall at the door.

That's life.

Unpredictable.

People come and go.

"Your brother Yong Wen gave up going to college for his family; since you respect him, you should make up for his regrets."

"Oh, you remember him?"

The Martial Saint was quite surprised,

"Wasn't he your sister's only friend in the village?"

The Martial Saint sighed, a middle schooler showing a hint of wistful yearning, "It's a pity, my sister has gone so far."

Jiang Chen laughed, "If your sister hadn't gone far, would you be enjoying such a good life?"

"That's true."

The Martial Saint nodded, the depth of thought not lasting but a few seconds, quickly reaching out with chopsticks to grab a braised pig's foot.

It happened to coincide with Tanki Liuli's chopsticks.

"Sister, girls eating such greasy stuff tend to gain weight."

The guy kindly reminded.

Indeed, he hadn't called her a beauty.

Still, his sister's junior needs respect.

"You're so beautiful, if you don't watch your weight, it'd simply be a waste of God's gift."

This guy's academic performance might not be so bad.

Speaking in another language just rolls off his tongue.

Then.

Tanki Liuli moved her chopsticks away.

She certainly isn't afraid of gaining weight, never has been, or perhaps she just doesn't have that concept.

See?

Women are always auditory creatures, even outsiders are no exception.

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