Chapter 207: Jiang Yu, That Jerk!

Jiang Cheng's response to this was to give his dear younger brother a shoulder throw directly.

"I welcome you on behalf of Songshan Island!"

Jiang Yu:...

"Although I'm two years older than you, when it comes to fighting, you'll always be the one on the bottom!"

Hu Qian grabbed the hands of Xu Yan and Jiang You, simply unable to bear looking at her two sons.

"Let's go home first, ignore them!"

Xu Yan looked back at her husband with worry; although she said that, her husband couldn't beat his older brother!

"Are you convinced? County Magistrate Jiang?"

Jiang Yu was someone who knew how to bend and stretch, "Convinced."

After climbing up, he feigned profoundness again, "Brother, you're still the same as when we were kids, you don't know how to let me win at all!"

"Who told you the older one must let the younger one win?" Jiang Cheng felt that making the older child yield to the younger one was simply a fallacious argument.

The older one also grew up by their own ability, why should they have to yield to the younger one?

If you can't beat them, then you just take the beating.

Besides, his sister never once let them, her two younger brothers, win.

Jiang Yu:...

He hooked the corners of his lips with a malicious intent, "Then will you have this same attitude when your son hits your daughter in the future?"

Jiang Cheng:...

Hmm? That brat Jiang Sinian dares to hit Xiao Juzi, he deserves a beating!

"He has to yield! After all, he is the older brother, and he was born before his sister, by ten minutes, so it's only right to yield to his younger sister a bit." The more Jiang Cheng spoke, the more he felt it made sense, "The two of them, the older one just has to yield to the younger one!"

Jiang Yu:...

He had miscalculated after all.

Could it be that just because of his gender, he wasn't worthy of being cherished by his older brother?

Indeed, as Jiang Cheng walked, he inexplicably gave him another punch, "Have you not been practicing the Military Boxing I taught you during this time? You're so weak."

"It seems that whether a man is weak or not cannot be judged solely by age; some younger men are weak when they should be."

Jiang Yu:...

Haven't seen him for a few months, his brother's mouth seems to have become sharper.

It seems this Songshan Island is a treasure land that tempers people.

"Brother, I actually brought you something good, but since you said you aren't weak, then I'll just keep it for a man like me who is young and weak," Jiang Yu said, raising an eyebrow.

Jiang Cheng's thick brows furrowed; the thing Jiang Yu was talking about wasn't proper.

But the more improper something is, the more curious it makes people.

Jiang Cheng was curious.

He unconsciously slowed his pace and asked with a straight face, "What is it?"

Jiang Yu started putting on airs, "Big Brother, you aren't weak, this is something you have no use for."

He had also stiffened his spine.

"I see," Jiang Cheng didn't lower his posture to beg as he had expected, but instead smiled with deep, unfathomable meaning, "You're weak, that's why you know about that kind of thing, and then used that kind of thing, so that's how it is. Then I really must spread the word for you."

Jiang Yu:...

He rubbed his nose, "Brother, you drank the water on Songshan Island, you've turned dark and also learned to be bad."

After he finished speaking, he took a small object out of his pocket and stuffed it into Jiang Cheng's hand.

Then he quickly ran to the front and merged with the family.

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes to look at the object, and his face turned bright red instantly.

The thing in his hand seemed to have become a hot potato; it was wrong to throw it away, and wrong to keep holding it.

Jiang Yu, that jerk!

He really needs a lesson!

He has no use for this thing, he is perfectly capable! Hmm!

Jiang Cheng built up his mental defenses before quietly tucking the object into his sleeve.

Seeing her husband lagging behind the group, Si Rong felt it was a bit strange, so she slowed her pace to walk side-by-side with him, observing his expression as she asked, "How did you, the host, suddenly become shy?"

Something was off, so she asked again, "Are you hiding something from me? Did you speak ill of me to Jiang Yu just now?"

Jiang Cheng:...

"Wife, I was wrong." He followed the flow, explained sincerely, and complained with grievance, "I didn't, it was Jiang Yu, he said I've turned dark."

Si Rong tilted her head and looked carefully at his profile, "It really is true, the sun on the island is so strong. Luckily I brought sunscreen, otherwise I would be as dark as you."

Jiang Cheng:...

That stings.

Returning home, Jiang Cheng was still preoccupied with the object hidden in his sleeve; seeing his wife arranging the family members very properly, he returned to the bedroom for a moment.

He had to deal with the thing in his sleeve as soon as possible.

Jiang Cheng looked at the wardrobe, then looked at the head of the bed, pondering where it would be safer to hide it.

In any case, he absolutely could not let Rongrong see it.

Otherwise, he would never be able to hold his head up in front of her again.

Thinking this way, Jiang Cheng felt there was no absolutely safe place in the bedroom at all.

The two little cubs could walk now, and they would flip through the drawers eight hundred times a day for no reason.

Damn Jiang Yu!

Jiang Cheng cursed Jiang Yu another eight hundred times in his heart!

In the end, he had no choice but to put the things under the bed; that could be considered safe enough.

For dinner, Jiang Aiguo cooked in person, with Ms. Hu Qian keeping him company.

From time to time, the laughter and banter of this old married couple drifted out from the kitchen.

When Jiang Yu went to get chopsticks, he eavesdropped at the doorway for a while, and upon hearing Jiang Aiguo say he missed Ms. Hu Qian, he curled his lips.

Heh.

It is as they say: when there is no tiger in the mountains, the monkey acts as king.

His dad's life at home during this period was simply blissful; every day he would drink a little wine, play some chess, and also practice sword dancing with Li Ayi.

Forget it, his dad didn't have it easy either, so Jiang Yu decided not to expose him for the time being.

Thinking this way, Jiang Yu felt he was truly a filial and good son.

The dinner was very sumptuous: steamed Yellow River carp, eight-treasure sauce-scented beef, five-spice pig trotters, and cured sausages and meat—most of which were semi-finished products prepared and brought over by Wu Shen and Wang Ma.

The family was chatting and laughing happily when Jiang Cheng, seeing his niece whispering to her boyfriend from time to time, asked in a very mood-killing manner, "Have you made a clean break with that Xu Hu yet?"

Everyone:...

Si Rong:...

However, Jiang Zhi had after all been raised by her eldest uncle, and she was long accustomed to his straightforward way of chatting.

"I broke it off long ago," she had made it clear to him after returning to school, and Xu Hu, seeing he had no chance, had not continued to harass her.

Jiang Cheng still wanted to ask something, but Si Rong kicked him with her toe under the table.

The meaning was very clear: shut up.

Jiang Cheng understood; he had still wanted to ask if Jiang Zhi was seeing any new boyfriends.

In any case, the cabbage he had raised with his own hands absolutely could not be rooted up by some pig of unknown origin.

While there was joy for the whole family here, the Shen household over there was cold and desolate.

"Today is Xiao Nian; isn't Dad planning to make us something good to eat?" Shen Shu had a keen nose; after going out to play for a round, he probably knew what every neighbor was having for their New Year's Eve dinner.

The Tao family made dumplings, the Wang family stewed chicken soup, and Teacher Si's family had the most sumptuous meal, with chicken, fish, meat, and everything else.

Yet when he returned home, there was nothing.

The second son of the Shen family, Shen Gui, was currently clinging to the doorway of his dad's bedroom, quietly retreating a bit, "Don't even think about it; Dad has been lying in his room all day, and he looks like he's in a bad mood—it's questionable whether he'll even cook for us."

"Second Brother, don't you think our dad has changed?" Shen Shu asked again.