vrcanaries Chapter 21 No more fishing for others, you can't afford to keep too many fish.
Chapter 21 No more fishing for others, you can't afford to keep too many fish.
Fu Zhirang stopped moving, his gaze fixed intently on the eyes of the girl beneath him, a look that was both threatening and mocking, "Scared?"
The confusion in Sang Ling's eyes disappeared, and she suddenly pushed the other person back down with force.
Looking down at him, she raised her chin and gave a haughty snort, "I'm afraid that's impossible."
The little girl's confident expression showed absolutely no fear, and Fu Zhirang fell silent.
In the end, he could only press the smug little girl into his arms and force her to sleep.
Sang Ling struggled a couple of times, but the hands binding her waist tightened even more.
"Don't move, go to sleep." Fu Zhirang's voice was slightly hoarse.
"I'm not comfortable in this position," Sang Ling protested softly.
The person paused for two seconds, then turned to their side to help her adjust her sleeping position.
Sang Ling wrapped her arms and legs around Fu Zhirang, and one of her small hands seemingly unintentionally slipped into the hem of his clothes, then casually touched his sexy waist.
Someone's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.
Even with his eyes closed, you could clearly see the helplessness on his face.
After letting her play for a while, she finally went to sleep.
Fu Zhirang opened his eyes, looked down at the person in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to flirt with other people in the future."
He was genuinely afraid she would be arrested as a pervert.
"Oh," Sang Ling replied casually, yawning.
"And you're not allowed to let anyone else flirt with you," Fu Zhirang continued to instruct.
"Mmm." Sang Ling's consciousness was already starting to cloud her mind, and she gave a perfunctory reply.
"Also, you're not allowed to fish for other people anymore. If you catch too many fish, you won't be able to afford to feed them." Fu Zhirang said this with a chilling undertone.
Receiving no response, Fu Zhirang frowned and shook the sleeping person.
Sang Ling, who was shaken awake, was extremely dissatisfied.
"Answer me." He was determined to get her an answer today.
Sang Ling frowned, grunted twice, and nodded haphazardly, "Mmm, I won't fish, I'll fish you."
Fu Zhirang was finally satisfied.
The next day, Sang Ling woke up in Fu Zhirang's bed as usual. He helped her wash up and then they went downstairs to eat together.
Uncle Zhang had gotten used to Sang Ling coming out of his young master's room every morning, even though she never entered the house through the front door.
So now he prepares two breakfasts every day.
After dinner, Fu Zhirang went to work, while Sang Ling leisurely returned home.
When they returned, the Sang family had already finished breakfast and were quite surprised to see Sang Ling come back from outside.
"Youyou, when did you go out?" Sang's mother looked at Sang Ling in surprise.
She knocked on the door but no one answered; she assumed her daughter was still sleeping in.
Sang Ling, who had gotten up early with Fu Jiaojiao, was feeling quite lazy. When her mother asked, she simply replied listlessly, "I went out early this morning."
They went out in the dark; it must have been quite early.
"Have you eaten? There's a loving breakfast made by Mom in the kitchen," Sang's mother asked with concern.
Upon hearing this, Sang Ling, who had been standing languidly, immediately straightened up. "No need, I've already eaten."
"Mother Sang said regretfully."
"Then your dad can only eat it."
Mr. Sang, who was leisurely reading the newspaper on the sofa, was startled and sat up. Seeing his wife's expectant eyes, he swallowed the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue.
Fortunately, after years of hard work, Sang's father's stomach is now immune to all poisons.
A small, lovingly prepared breakfast, perfect!
Not wanting to see the two being affectionate, Sang Ling yawned and prepared to go back to her room to catch up on sleep. Just as she grasped the doorknob, she saw Song Chuyi walking over in a hurry.
Seeing Sang Ling's surprise, he asked anxiously, "Where did you go?"
Sang Ling frowned, looked up, and asked with a puzzled expression, "You went out for a while, was something wrong?"
She seemed to realize she had been too excited, so she composed herself, looked Sang Ling up and down, and resumed her usual aloof demeanor.
She spoke calmly.
"fine."
Sang Ling didn't look at her again, opened and closed the door, wanting only to catch up on sleep.
Song Chuyi stared at the closed door, standing silently with a serious expression.
She stood outside the door for a while before turning to leave.
After taking a nap, Sang Ling suddenly felt that the world was beautiful again.
Seeing the bright weather outside, I suddenly thought of my vegetable garden. I've been away for so long, I wonder how they are doing.
After gazing at the azure sky and meditating for a while, he turned around and, with his beautiful and wealthy wife, trotted downstairs and ran outside.
Song Chuyi, who was drinking tea in the living room, immediately stood up when she saw her come down.
"Where are you going?"
Sang Ling paused excitedly, tilted her head to look at her, and Song Chuyi suddenly felt a little nervous under her gaze.
She opened her large, clear eyes and slowly asked, "I'm going to plant vegetables, do you want to come with me?"
Growing vegetables?
Suddenly seized by a sudden burst of farming spirit, Sang Ling rolled up her sleeves and fenced off a plot of land in the backyard of the villa, preparing to grow vegetables.
Hearing that Sang Ling was going to grow vegetables, Wang Ma stopped reading her novel and came out to say that she wanted to grow vegetables too.
She said she wanted to feed her chickens something good so that the chicken soup would be more fragrant.
The two of them worked with great enthusiasm, and soon the ground was loosened.
Sang Ling asked Song Chuyi to dig the hole first, while she and Wang Ma went to find the seeds.
Song Chuyi absentmindedly dug with a shovel, and fell silent when Sang Ling returned and saw the hole she had dug.
Sang Ling pursed her lips, her soft, white cheeks puffed out slightly, her brows furrowed, and she looked at her with a complicated expression and a melancholy tone.
"You're strange, you know that?"
Upon hearing this, Song Chuyi, who was not paying attention, was immediately pulled back to her senses. She looked at Sang Ling with slight nervousness, and then at Wang Ma, who also had a serious expression.
He stammered, "What...what's strange?"
Sang Ling gave her a deep look, sighed, and pointed to the huge pit half a meter wide at her feet.
"I told you to dig holes to plant vegetables, not to dig holes to bury people."
Song Chuyi was stunned for a moment, and fell silent when she saw the pit she had dug.
Oh no, it went too smoothly, I dug up too much.
The three of them spent another ten minutes filling in the hole she had dug, and then together they sowed vegetable seeds. Half an hour later, they finally finished planting.
From now on, all you need to do is water it every day and patiently wait for the seeds to germinate.
Seeing Sang Ling patiently watering the vegetable garden, Song Chuyi asked a question out of curiosity.
What kind of vegetables do you grow?
Not knowing what kind of seed it was, Sang Ling turned to look at Wang Ma.
Wang Ma looked up at the sky seriously, thought for a moment, and then answered firmly, "Little cabbage."
Although she just grabbed it randomly, she had only ever bought bok choy seeds, so it must be bok choy.
From then on, Sang Ling would take a stroll in her little vegetable garden every day.
We eagerly awaited its sprouting, growth, and eventual stir-frying.
I just didn't expect that someone would want to cook the food before it even started cooking.
Her little bok choy was caught in a storm before it even sprouted.