Chapter 7 Someone is climbing the wall

Chapter 7 Someone is climbing the wall

Jiang Yuan didn't continue the conversation. He asked Xie Wanniang, "Is chicken noodle soup okay for lunch?"

Xie Wanniang was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time Jiang Yuan had taken the initiative to start a conversation instead of passively answering her questions.

She smiled and nodded, "Sure."

The little girl had a bright smile and a soft, sweet voice. Jiang Yuan only glanced at her before his heart began to pound rapidly and loudly.

His ears turned slightly red, and his body seemed to have its own will. Before his brain could give the command, he quickly lowered his head and stared intently at the chicken, not daring to look at Xie Wanniang even once more.

Xie Wanniang noticed his unease. Although she didn't understand why, she still tactfully got up and left.

I went back to my room and had a nice nap. When I woke up again, it was lunchtime.

The warm chicken soup with glistening oil, the whole chicken leg stewed until tender and falling off the bone, the slightly yellow but chewy hand-pulled noodles, and the fresh and tender green spinach are all combined to make a big bowl of fragrant chicken soup noodles that makes your mouth water.

"You eat first, there's more in the pot if you're not full." Jiang Yuan placed the large bowl and wooden chopsticks on the dining table and then planned to go back to the kitchen to eat his own.

"Hey, A-Yuan," Xie Wanniang called out to him, "You should eat here too. It's not right for me, who's just eating for free, to be ostracized by you, the host, and forced to eat in the kitchen every day."

Jiang Yuan stopped and glanced at her. "Men and women should be different."

Xie Wanniang retorted with absurd logic, "Then why did you pull me out of the river yesterday? Why did you bring me to your house?"

Jiang Yuan broke out in a cold sweat after hearing what she said. "Human life is at stake, I..."

He suddenly couldn't continue, saying that saving someone could be considered a matter of life and death, but bringing the person to his house...

"I don't care. If you insist on eating in the kitchen, then I'll bring my bowl and chopsticks and go eat with you in the kitchen."

The little girl tilted her head back, her fair and rounded chin slightly upturned, and her bright, clear eyes blinked rhythmically. Even when she was being unreasonable, she was incredibly cute.

The familiar, deafening heartbeat rang out again, and Jiang Yuan fled to the kitchen as if escaping. But he didn't dare stay in the kitchen for long, afraid that Xie Wanniang would really chase after him with a bowl.

Meeting the little girl's clear gaze from afar, Jiang Yuan carried his portion of chicken noodle soup into the main room.

Sitting down opposite Xie Wanniang, in the seat furthest away from her, Jiang Yuan tried his best to maintain a normal tone of voice, "Eat."

Xie Wanniang nodded obediently, "Mm."

The two sat facing each other across the Chu River and Han border, and finished their lunch.

Although Xie Wanniang ate heartily, her appetite was quite limited. In the end, she quickly scooped the extra strand of noodles that Jiang Yuan had prepared into her own bowl.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yuan went out for a while. Before leaving, he told Xie Wanniang, "Lock the door. Except for me, my sister, the village head, and Doctor Chen, you don't need to pay attention to anyone else who comes to knock on the door, no matter who it is."

Xie Wanniang thought of Wang Sanhu, who had ulterior motives towards her, and immediately nodded vigorously at Jiang Yuan twice.

While Wang Sanhu was certainly disgusting, Xie Wanniang believed that he was not the only one with the same idea.

She didn't want to end up like some unfortunate girls who, after losing their innocence, either become nuns, commit suicide, or endure humiliation by submitting to those who schemed against and harmed them.

After Jiang Yuan left, Xie Wanniang felt that a wooden door and four mud walls were not enough to ensure safety, so she decisively ran to the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife and a wooden stick.

Although she had never systematically practiced martial arts, because she was an orphan in her previous life and was unlucky enough to transmigrate into a chaotic world, she still had some courage and ability to fight and kill people.

Having prepared the right tools, Xie Wanniang didn't go back inside and stay there. Instead, she moved a stool and sat in the yard, lazily basking in the sun.

The sun in early May is not harsh, and it feels very nice on the skin.

Xie Wanniang was drowsy from the sun until she heard knocking and voices coming from the courtyard gate, at which point she suddenly opened her eyes.

Judging from the slightly aged tone of her voice, the person knocking on the door was most likely an older woman. She repeatedly said, "Open the door!" "Is anyone home?" "Why is the door locked in broad daylight?"

After listening for a while, Xie Wanniang didn't hear any other voices, nor did she hear the woman introduce herself, so she decided to ignore her.

The woman called out for about fifteen minutes, but no one answered from inside the door. She muttered to herself, "What's going on?" and turned to look at the young man who had come with her.

The young man had an honest and kind appearance. He was not as tall as Jiang Yuan, but he was much heavier.

These days, it's really rare to see an ordinary person like him who can eat his way up to a layer of fat.

Receiving the woman's pleading look, he lowered his voice and said, "I'll go get a ladder."

The woman nodded, turned around, and continued to call out and bang on the door.

Unbeknownst to her, Xie Wanniang, who had been listening intently, also heard the man's voice.

Although she couldn't hear exactly what the other person said because of the distance, the woman's attempt to get Jiang Yuan to open the door after he left, and the man's seemingly non-existent behavior, were enough to convince her that the two were up to no good.

She picked up the kitchen knife and wooden stick she had placed aside and tiptoed into the woodshed closest to the gate.

Outside the gate, the man quickly brought over a ladder. He leaned the ladder against the courtyard wall, tested its stability, and then began to climb up.

Noticing a head suddenly appear above the courtyard wall, Xie Wanniang instinctively tightened her grip on the wooden stick and knife in her hands.

"What are you doing?" A sudden, icy question startled the woman and man, causing them to freeze in place.

Jiang Yuan, carrying two chickens and three rabbits with a straw rope and a light basket on his back, stared coldly at the young man who had climbed over his wall and was about to use the woman's help to lift the ladder over the wall and hand it into his yard.

The young man, hanging on the wall, was terrified by Jiang Yuan, his face turning pale. The woman was also quite frightened, but she was more astute than her son.

The woman put the ladder she had lifted back against the wall, turned around, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at Jiang Yuan. "Oh, it's Jiang Yuan. So you went out. I called out at your door for ages, but no one came. I thought something had happened to your house."

She gestured to her son to come down quickly, then pointed at him and said to Jiang Yuan, "That's why I called my son Lizhu over and asked him to open the door and see what's going on."