Chapter 615: I really admire Second Brother

Leng Zijian's mouth twitched a few times. "No way? You?"

Cheng Mao heaved a deep sigh, grabbed a pillow and covered his face: "Don't say it."

After laughing enough, Leng Zijian patted his shoulder and insincerely comforted: "It's fine, being ahead of the curve in aesthetics is actually good—at least it proves you're not blind."

Too bad that little fairy already has a prospective mother-in-law.

Cheng Mao shoved his hand away impatiently: "If you're bored, you could go chat with that family, see if you can strike up a conversation and really take off."

Leng Zijian glanced toward the courtyard gate, thought it wasn't the right time, and decided it was better to stay planted here.

"No thanks—people who can live in the main residence aren't for us to aspire to; they're likely from C Shi's four major conglomerates or four great aristocratic families."

Cheng Mao is an outsider; his family happened to come to C Shi for business, and he's only heard rumors about those upper circles, half-believing, half-doubting.

"Those few great Buddhas? No way… they have perfectly good homes, why would they run to this mountain ditch to catch some breeze?"

Cheng Cheng rarely interjected: "They're nice people; I even talked to that older sister a few days ago, and she promised to play with me after finishing her homework."

Cheng Mao, Leng Zijian: "……"

Cheng Mao was speechless; no wonder this little girl has been doing homework nonstop lately.

He asked again: "How many days are you planning to stay here?"

Leng Zijian: "I don't know; it depends on how Second Sister feels. Anyway, I don't want to go back either—the atmosphere at home is suffocating."

"But we can't just sit around idle—I need to find something to do."

Cheng Mao comforted: "This place may be remote, but it's not totally boring; my temper's improved a lot staying here. Tomorrow I'll take you around the vicinity—the creek water is quite clear."

"Sure."

Mu Youyu and Jiang Liangjin walked slowly back along the way they came; besides Mu Xianqi, who was in a video conference, all the brothers were there.

Mu Xi was sitting on the rattan chair under the corridor, holding his phone; the screen showed the interface of the hit game he himself had developed.

Seeing them return, he handed her the phone: "Here, sweetie, I logged into your account for you."

Mu Youyu's eyes lit up instantly; she lowered her gaze and saw the screen indeed showing the clearance mark, with the upgraded little figure jumping and doing a victory dance.

"Second Brother is amazing!"

Mu Xi said proudly: "This level's mechanism isn't hard; it uses a pseudo‑random judgment. Sweetie, if you charge your skill before the second wave of minions appears, you'll trigger the hidden critical hit judgment, and everything after will fall into place."

Seeing his eyebrows dance with excitement, Jiang Liangjin sat down and exclaimed: "Wow, Second Brother really knows his stuff—I admire him so much!"

Still, using black tech makes clearing the level easy.

Mu Youyu smiled: "With Second Brother around, no difficult level is anything to worry about."

Jiang Liangjin added: "Looking around the whole circle, you can hardly find a few people as all‑talented as Second Brother."

Song Huaiyu blinked, puzzled.

Flanked by his sister and brother‑in‑law on either side, Mu Xi gradually got sucked in.

The corner of his mouth hadn't even lowered when a strange smell mixed with smoke drifted over; Mu Xi tilted his head, brows knitting: "Where did this mutton come from?"

Song Huaixian lay sprawled on the rattan chair, playing on his phone: "What mutton? I'm grilling little rabbits."

Song Lujing dangled the meat skewer he had grilled: "You're so cruel—those bunnies are adorable."

Song Huaixian: "These rabbits aren't the ones you insisted on having as an extra snack this morning, sending someone up the back mountain to catch, are they?"

Mu Xi's face darkened.

After saying that, Song Huaixian noticed the boy helping to grill meat across from him, his brow jumping: "Hey, Xiao Xiang, what meat is on that skewer?"

The boy, called out, raised the bamboo stick in his hand, voice thin: "I… my grandfather brought me this mutton…"

Others:?

Song Huaixian exclaimed "I'm going!" and sprang up from the chair: "You actually put mutton in there? And mixed it with my little rabbits to grill together?!"

He looked at the skewers already sizzling and oozing oil on the grill, his expression splitting.

The boy, flustered by his expression, said: "I saw you grilling over there, so I just brought it over…"

Jiang Liangjin leisurely began to settle the score from that day, sincere: "Brother Huaixian, you're really careless—if I were in charge of grilling, I'd definitely inspect the goods ten times."

He especially stressed the word "ten times."

Hearing the "adding oil to the fire" remark, Mu Xi grew even angrier.

"Sweetie, I'm going inside." He couldn't be bothered to listen to Huaixian's excuses, kept his voice as gentle as possible for his sister, finished speaking, and turned to walk indoors.

Huaixian reacted, shouting after his retreating back: "Xiao Xixi, sorry—I didn't notice…"

The door closed behind him.

Mu Youyu spread her hands: "Let Second Brother rest a bit."

Song Huaiyu rubbed his forehead, then reached out to tousle his sister's hair to comfort her, got up and went inside to keep him company.

Mu Xin, sitting on the opposite rattan chair, glanced at the closed door, then flicked a glance at Huaixian's guilty expression, and chose to keep peeling the lychees in her hand.

Song Lujing let out a laugh: "You're done—Xi Ge is angry."

Mu Xi is soft and hard with his sister, but with others he's neither soft nor hard to sway—he's not easily coaxed.

Song Huaixian scratched his head, sighed at the skewers nearly done, and told the boy: "Put your mutton over here to grill; those skewers have all been smoked by it."

"Grill your mutton on the little stove on the left yourself—don't ruin my rabbits."

The boy blinked his innocent eyes: "I… I thought you were grilling mixed meat…"

Song Huaixian: "What mixed meat? With this blend, I won't even dare get near Xi Xi tonight."

The boy sniffed, shuffled over feeling wronged: "Sorry, brother."

Mu Xin pushed a bowl of peeled lychees to his sister: "You'd better stay away from me and my sister too."

Mu Xi is severely allergic to mutton; Mu Xin has a mild intolerance and can't eat it, which is why Mu Youyu also doesn't care for it much.