Chapter 1827: Yulong Gets Jealous

"No... I'll eat it!"

Chen Lu felt nervous whenever he saw Yulong; the way Meiyin's brother looked at him was like a knife, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Yulong watched him eat the apple and "kindly" reminded him: "Don't spit out the skin. All the nutrition of an apple is in the peel. I washed it very clean..."

Watching Chen Lu gnaw the apple peel into his stomach, Yulong then satisfiedly announced the answer: "I figured you city folk love cleanliness, so I specifically used soap to wash the apple for you."

"Ugh—"

"Ugh—"

Chen Lu immediately started dry heaving.

He wondered why it tasted wrong just now; so it turned out the apple had been washed with soap.

"Hey! Don't throw it up. It's nutritious; it's a waste if you throw it up..."

Meiyin glared at him and hurriedly brought over a trash can.

But Chen Lu didn't throw up; he only dry heaved a few times.

Meiyin said to Yulong: "Don't stay here. Go out and do whatever you need to do."

"Right!"

Yulong slapped his forehead: "There is one more thing I forgot."

Just now, Meiyin had asked him to wash the fruit and make tea; he had only washed the fruit and hadn't made the tea yet.

He went out for a moment, turned around, and came back, holding a piping hot teacup in his hands.

"Bang!"

The teacup was placed in front of Chen Lu, and the splashing hot water spilled out and scalded his hand.

"Ouch!"

Chen Lu's fair hand was scalded, and he immediately stood up reflexively and began shaking his hand.

Meiyin asked nervously: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Though he said he was fine, he was still grimacing in pain.

"Look at you, your hand is all red from the scalding, and you still say you're fine?" Meiyin helped him blow on it, feeling distressed.

She then roared at Yulong: "It's all your fault! You can't even put down a cup of tea properly. What are you still standing there for? The person has been scalded by you; go get some burn ointment! Don't just stand there like a fool..."

Yulong wasn't standing there like a fool; he was watching the show.

A grown man, just scalded a little bit by tea water, not even a blister had formed, yet he put on such an exaggerated expression for whom to see?

He was just about to say a few sarcastic remarks, but he didn't expect to be roared at by Meiyin to go get burn ointment.

Get what?

He stood still and said unpleasantly: "Don't have any."

"If you don't have any, go out and buy some. It's all your fault. You scalded him, so you have to be responsible."

"There's nowhere to buy it."

Meiyin:...

Yulong turned and went out, and a moment later, he came back holding a seasoning jar.

"Sorry, Chen Lu. We don't have burn ointment in our house. Our village is too small, and it's not like the pharmacies in the city that have every kind of medicine. If people in our village get scalded, we just apply some salt to disinfect and kill bacteria."

As he spoke, he was about to sprinkle salt on Chen Lu's wound, and Chen Lu let out an "Awoo" and jumped far away.

"No need, I'm fine, no need to kill bacteria!"

Beads of sweat the size of beans broke out on his forehead—not from the heat, but from fright.

Anyone with a little common sense knows what it feels like to have salt sprinkled on a wound.

He didn't want to suffer a secondary injury.

But Yulong didn't intend to let him off just like that.

He chased after him with the salt jar: "Look at you, why are you being so polite with me? Don't be polite, I'll help you..."

"I'm not being polite, no need, really no need!" Chen Lu was almost scared to tears; this wasn't even the most fatal part.

The most fatal part was that he had nowhere to hide; Yulong had already appeared in front of him with the salt jar, smiling at him with ill intent, and behind him was a wall.

"Zhang Yulong, you've gone too far!"

At the critical moment, Meiyin widened her eyes and stood in front of Chen Lu, blocking his line of sight.

"Sprinkling salt on a wound, are you? Are you going to keep this up endlessly?"

"I'm not, don't be angry."

"Get out."

"I..."

"I told you to get out!"

"Fine, I'll go out, don't be angry."

Yulong went out holding the salt jar, looking dejected, looking back every few steps.

Meiyin glared at him and roared at him: "What are you looking at? Get lost."

He finally "got lost."

Chen Lu, his soul finally settling, patted his own chest: "Scared me to death, scared me to death. Meiyin, does your brother have hostility toward me?" He wasn't a fool; he could tell.

Meiyin apologized: "I'm sorry, Chen Lu. I didn't expect you to be frightened. How about this, I'll add one hundred yuan to your service fee as your mental compensation."

"No need, no need."

Chen Lu waved his hands repeatedly, and he tentatively asked: "Meiyin, how about we stop acting? Just be my girlfriend."

"My brother is back."

Yulong returned after leaving, easing Nianyin's embarrassment.

"Chen Lu, do you want to try some Sichuan peppercorn powder..."

Chen Lu nearly fainted from fright.

"I'm fine, I'm already better, really already better, thank you brother, you don't need to go to any trouble for me."

Yulong harbored obvious hostility, so Nianyin was even less at ease leaving the two of them alone together.

She and Chen Lu showed their affection in front of Yulong, peeling a banana and handing it to his mouth.

Yulong found it an eyesore, but there was nothing he could do.

Shi Yuke saw the behavior of the three people in her eyes.

She would occasionally pretend to pour water or go to the living room to get something, watching it all and wanting to laugh but not daring to, holding it in until she reached the kitchen, where she clutched her stomach and laughed out loud: "Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

"What's wrong?" her husband asked, puzzled.

She leaned close to her husband and said mysteriously: "Yulong is jealous, but the silly boy hasn't even realized it yet."

"Are you saying that Yulong also likes Nianyin?"

Gu Zhihao's eyes lit up.

He had watched both children grow up since they were small; if they became family, it would be better than finding an outsider.

"Mm, and don't you point it out; let the children figure it out themselves, we won't get involved."

"Alright."

The couple had agreed, but there was still a change in plans.

Just as they were about to eat, Nianyin and her husband arrived.

Upon seeing Chen Lu, Nianyin asked Nianyin: "Who is he?"

Nianyin said: "Mother, this is my boyfriend, Chen Lu."

"When did you start dating this boyfriend?"

"We've only been seeing each other for a short while."

If there was excitement to be had, there was no way Nianyin wouldn't participate.

She showed extraordinary enthusiasm toward Chen Lu, even more exaggerated than how Shi Yuke had acted.

"Oh my, this young man is truly handsome, he looks so spirited, and he's so refined—he's such a good match for our Nianyin, so much better than someone who doesn't know what's good for them..."

Chen Lu was surrounded by everyone like the moon among the stars, with people constantly serving him food and asking after his well-being, while Yulong was left aside as if forgotten, and he became increasingly displeased.

Fortunately, Yubiao was a conscientious younger brother; he still cared about his older brother.

He said to Yulong: "Brother, are you jealous?"

"No, what would I be jealous of? I'm not jealous." He refused to admit it.

"If you aren't jealous, why is your face pulled so long? It's like someone owes you money."

"Do I?"

"Drop the 'do I'—you do, and it's very obvious."

Yulong returned to his room and looked in the mirror; sure enough, there was a woeful face in the mirror.

It shouldn't be like this; he had been an undercover agent and his emotional management was very well-honed, capable of keeping his joy and anger from showing on his face, yet today he had performed too poorly.