Chapter 183

Wan Ping'an's cold sneer made Jia Dongxu shiver!

"Why did he smile at me?"

"What does he want to do again?"

Remembering Wan Ping'an's terror, Jia Dongxu subconsciously took a step back.

"What's wrong with you?"

Qin Huairu was very strange.

Why did Jia Dongxu's face turn white?

"Nothing!"

Jia Dongxu forced a smile, it was a miserable sight, not as good-looking as crying.

"Sigh, look at Wan Ping'an's life, then look at the life we lead, I feel like dying."

"Exactly, Wan Ping'an eats meat every day, if not chicken then duck, if not that then wild rabbit; when he gets tired of eating it, he goes to the market to buy some pork."

"Now there's golden rice, sigh, I want to cry!"

Qin Huairu heard everyone discussing Wan Ping'an.

Her eyes lit up.

She couldn't determine Wan Ping'an's character for the moment.

But one thing was certain, Wan Ping'an's life was truly good!

Big fish and meat every day, isn't this the life a god would lead?

In the countryside, how often could she eat meat?

A month?

Two months?

Even if she ate meat, it wasn't eating until full, but a small piece of meat per person, just enough to fill the gaps in her teeth, taste the flavor, and satisfy the craving!

At this moment.

Wan Ping'an turned around.

Qin Huairu saw Wan Ping'an's front.

Her eyes lit up.

Men love to look at beauties, and women love to look at handsome men.

Qin Huairu saw the handsome Wan Ping'an, her breathing quickened, and a faint blush appeared on her face!

It must be said, Jia Dongxu was a little handsome.

But in front of Wan Ping'an, Jia Dongxu was just a black crow.

Seeing Shazhu didn't even need to be mentioned, there was no comparison!

"Alright!"

"The golden rice is all packed up, follow me!"

Wan Ping'an called out to Cai Quanwu, carrying the rice home.

The neighbors hadn't seen enough, so they followed along.

"Huairu..."

Jia Dongxu was anxious.

He couldn't let Qin Huairu go see Wan Ping'an's house.

In Wan Ping'an's house, he had just added new furniture, and there was a lot of meat; the meat he couldn't finish was made into cured meat—could he let Qin Huairu see that?

If she saw it and compared the Wan family and the Jia family, could she still take a fancy to him?

Before Jia Dongxu could finish speaking.

Qin Huairu and the people from the Sihe Academy walked toward the backyard.

Jia Dongxu glared fiercely at Wan Ping'an's back, then followed Qin Huairu at a trot, thinking about what to say to belittle Wan Ping'an?

Seeing Shazhu hurriedly followed.

"Why did Jia Dongxu's object look at Wan Ping'an with bright eyes?"

"Why didn't she even look at me straight?"

Seeing Shazhu was very depressed in his heart.

He couldn't let go of Qin Huairu, so he followed everyone to the backyard.

Wan Ping'an opened his door.

Qin Huairu was stunned on the spot.

"This furniture is too beautiful!"

"Unlike our family, and unlike the Jia family, the furniture is all made of simple wooden boards pieced together."

"The furniture in Wan Ping'an's house has exquisite patterns and complex carvings; it must be very expensive, ordinary families definitely couldn't afford it."

Qin Huairu examined the furniture of the Wan family piece by piece.

The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became.

"Wait, what is that?"

"Is that cured meat?"

"How can there be so much cured meat?"

"There must be hundreds of catties, right?"

"The cured meat of our entire village added together probably isn't as much as the cured meat in Wan Ping'an's house; can he finish eating it all by himself?"

"It seems what the neighbors in their courtyard said is true; Wan Ping'an is good at hunting, and he treats meat as a meal and still can't finish it, so he can only make it into cured meat."

"We make cured meat because there's too little meat, we can't bear to eat it, so we preserve it to eat during the New Year and holidays."

"Wan Ping'an makes cured meat because there's too much meat, he can't finish it at all; if he didn't make it into cured meat, it might rot and spoil."

Qin Huairu felt her worldview had been overturned.

There really was someone who had meat they couldn't finish!

She had never dreamed of it!

"If only Wan Ping'an were my matchmaking object!"

Qin Huairu complained in her heart.

Why didn't Matchmaker Zhang introduce Wan Ping'an to her?

"Did you see that?"

"Wan Ping'an is a selfish villain, eating alone, not knowing how to share!"

"He hunts meat and can't even finish it, yet he doesn't know how to share a little with the neighbors, he made it all into cured meat; his heart is too black!"

Jia Dongxu saw the cured meat in Wan Ping'an's house and was envious, jealous, and hateful!

Qin Huairu glanced at Jia Dongxu; was this speaking ill of Wan Ping'an?

No!

This was praising Wan Ping'an.

Having meat at home that he couldn't finish!

"Jia Dongxu, are you still a man?"

"If you have something to say, say it to his face; what kind of skill is whispering behind his back?"

"You say I eat alone, well, I do eat alone; I can eat meat, what can you eat?"

"Besides, you say I eat alone, do you not eat alone?"

"When your family eats meat, who have you ever shared it with?"

"Come, as long as you can name one person you've shared meat with, I'll give you a sack of golden rice."

Wan Ping'an stared coldly at Jia Dongxu.

He saw Jia Dongxu's jealous eyes and him whispering to Qin Huairu, guessing he must be speaking ill of him; there was no other possibility!

Everyone turned their heads, their gazes falling on Jia Dongxu.