Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 280 - 245: Big Brother Doesn’t Like to Talk, Big Brother Just Wants to Eat

Chapter 280: Chapter 245: Big Brother Doesn’t Like to Talk, Big Brother Just Wants to Eat

Upon hearing this, Chen Yunyun was taken aback.

She turned her head to look at the little kid, and her gaze instantly softened.

"Sure, I’ll get it for you."

The little girl thought for a moment, then said in a sweet, childish voice,

"Thank you, Yunyun."

This skill was truly a case of learning and selling simultaneously.

Chen Yunyun smiled, "You’re welcome."

The little girl was holding a bowl, taking small bites of her rice. She looked at Chen Yunyun, then at the food, then glanced at Wang Yuhe, and finally at Jiang Nian.

She seemed a bit curious as to why the older brother wasn’t speaking.

Because the older brother wanted to eat, don’t pressure him with math questions.

Jiang Nian was indifferent to this, he just wanted to eat.

The traditional wedding banquet dishes in the small county hotel were different from the traditional rural dishes of Xiaolongtan. The folks in the county had higher standards, so the flavors were milder.

However, he still preferred hearty meat dishes. Because he’s in high school, nothing was off-limits for him.

Across the table, a brat was already standing on a chair, shouting loudly with chopsticks in hand. In the white jade plate, there were various fragments of red, white, and runny bits, all used for play.

Jiang Nian withdrew his gaze and looked at his own side.

Hmm... life is calm and peaceful.

Jiang Nian focused on picking up food. Although there was a table full of dishes before him, he mostly picked from the small segment spread in a fan shape in front of him, adhering strictly to the rules.

There were no old folks at the table, and a few young people were playing with their phones.

The only child was quietly eating rice from their bowl.

Even the grains of rice dropped on the table would be picked up, after which the child, with a soft voice, asked Chen Yunyun where the trash bin was.

In reality, being so normal was somewhat excessive.

People shouldn’t have life too easy; it makes one mischievous.

Even Jiang Nian himself wanted to stir things up a bit.

Yunyun, I want to eat this! I want to eat this! (crawling twistedly) (smashing the plate) (flipping the table)

After a while, Wang Yuhe sent a message to Jiang Nian by typing on her phone.

"Jiang Nian, can you help turn the dish on your side towards me?"

She didn’t want to turn it herself because she was shy.

"No, I’m too lazy to turn it," Jiang Nian decisively refused, "You turn it yourself, and remember to stop the pork elbow in front of me when you’re done."

"You..." Wang Yuhe was so frustrated she was about to explode, yet she still typed softly, "Help me turn it, and I’ll thank you."

"No need, as I’m rather stingy."

The rules in Zhen Nan were quite strict, with usually adults being the ones to turn the table. Or if a child made a request, adults would dotingly turn the table, while high school students would typically stay embarrassed and silent.

In fact, if Jiang Nian were Wang Yuhe,

he would ask the child at the table what they wanted to eat, no matter what the little girl said.

He’d first discreetly turn the desired dish in front of himself, take a bite before asking again.

Bit by bit, the table would start turning.

But this table had neither elders nor middle-aged folks, and nobody would show a face over a few rules.

After all, times were different, and young people only followed general social customs and morals.

Yet still, before Jiang Nian started eating from a table, there was a tacit understanding to wait for the oldest, a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old, to move his chopsticks first, then they started picking freely.

Wang Yuhe was quite upset, gritting her teeth, wanting to turn the table.

But as soon as her hand got close to the glass turntable, it felt as if a thousand-pound weight was hung from it.

She couldn’t extend it any further, her hand helplessly dropping down.

Chen Yunyun couldn’t stand it any longer and was about to ask when, suddenly, she heard a commotion in the front, looked up, and saw the bride and groom coming to offer a toast.

In front, someone was heading towards the door, seemingly about to exit the hotel.

Chen Yunyun originally didn’t care, but a quick glance made her realize the person looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, she was stunned; the person reeking of alcohol was her homeroom teacher!

She was instantly flustered, not really knowing why, yet feeling guilty nonetheless.

"Jiang Nian...."

Jiang Nian was still observing whether Wang Yuhe had the courage to turn the table when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Hmm?"

Chen Yunyun, unable to speak, pointed towards the approaching homeroom teacher, and Jiang Nian noticed her face wasn’t looking right.

Following her gaze, he saw Lao Liu.

To be precise, Lao Liu with a face as red as a tomato.

The redness on a middle-aged face surpasses all dedication to work.

You seriously have the first class this afternoon, what on earth are you doing!

In Chen Yunyun’s shocked gaze, Jiang Nian directly stood up.

She thought Jiang Nian was going to run, or dodge the homeroom teacher, and felt slightly relieved.

After all, no one could clearly define such a situation.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nian advanced instead of retreating, and with a supporting arm, apprehended Lao Liu.

"Well, teacher, you’re quite drunk!"

Lao Liu was originally happily drinking at a wedding today; the groom was a good friend of his.

Only getting married in his thirties, his parents were overjoyed.

Lao Liu had drunk a bit too much, intending to get a hot towel from the reception.

Suddenly, someone jumped out beside him, and a single "teacher" nearly scared him sober on the spot.

It’s not just students who fear running into teachers outside of school; some teachers don’t want to encounter students outside either.

Especially when they have class in the afternoon yet got drunk.

After all, nobody could explain it clearly.

"Jiang... Jiang Nian, why are you here?"

"Having a feast, aren’t you supposed to have class this afternoon?" Jiang Nian directly launched a soul-questioning, "It’s the first class in the afternoon, and you’re this drunk."

"Ah... well, you don’t understand." Lao Liu’s speech was slurred, yet he was sober, "I take a thousand drinks without getting drunk; this little amount is nothing."

"Teacher, I see you’re about to fall."

"Nonsense."

"By the way, where were you headed, teacher?"

"To the reception to get... uh."

"A hot towel, right? Come on, teacher, I’ll help you get it. I need one too."

Chen Yunyun slightly parted her lips, just watching Jiang Nian leading the homeroom teacher away.

When Jiang Nian returned, he had four towels in hand.

...

Yang Qiming was half-full, and the person next to him opened a pack of cigarettes, starting to share.

He took one, placing it on his ear.

Huang Caicai, impressed but not fully understanding, also took a cigarette and put it on his ear.

Not knowing its usefulness, he didn’t smoke, but surely mimicking couldn’t go wrong.

"Whose young lad are you? (dialect)" An old man, hair and beard stark white, took a sip of white wine, "I’m really old, don’t recognize any of the youngsters."

Yang Qiming pondered a bit, then reported his own father’s name.

The old man looked bewildered, shaking his head,

"Can’t remember."

Suddenly, Yang Qiming realized something, and with quick thinking said,

"My grandfather is Yang Junmin."

"Ah! Your grandpa, I know." The old man suddenly understood, putting down his wine glass, "Back then, a girl I liked was taken by your grandpa."

Hiss~~ Huang Caicai drew a sharp breath inside, stunned.

He stared blankly at Yang Qiming, thinking how fierce Yang’s grandpa was back in the day?

Doesn’t matter, just eat more bites.

So, Yang Qiming was responsible for chatting, and Huang Caicai seized the chance to eat heartily.

Huang Caicai was happily eating when suddenly someone tapped his leg under the table.

Interrupted, he looked up and noticed that Yang Qiming’s face was off.

Yang was frantically signaling with his eyes to check the phone, and upon opening it,

Yang: "Crap, ate at the wrong table."

Huang Caicai was dumbfounded, thinking didn’t Yang just have a nice chat with the old man?

Under the table, he anxiously typed with one hand while hurriedly grabbing another piece of steamed pork with the other.

"Bro, what’s going on?"

Yang: "Let’s discuss outside, time to scram."

At the table, a middle-aged man noticed the old man was almost out of cigarettes and instinctively reached for a lighter.

"Eh? Where’s my lighter?"

"Probably fell under the table; I’ve got one," another middle-aged man said, pulling out a cigarette, "Old man, I’ll light it for you."

Seeing everyone focused on the person lighting the cigarette, Yang Qiming stood up along with Huang Caicai.

"Where’s the restroom around here?"

"Bro, it should be over there."

The two slipped out, leaving the banquet hall.

In the empty hallway, Huang Caicai breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense body finally relaxing.

"Bro, that was too close."

Yang Qiming smiled slightly, with disdain,

"Quite the opposite."

Under Huang Caicai’s puzzled gaze, Yang Qiming opened his tightly clenched fist.

In his hand was slowly revealed... a plastic lighter!

"Whoa?"

Shocked, Huang Caicai glanced back at the banquet, sighed,

"Bro, let’s take off."

"Leave?" Yang Qiming glanced at his underling, "Are you full yet?"

"Nope."

"There you go, let’s eat somewhere else."

"But didn’t we just..."

"Of course we’ll head to the other spot, why not eat if we’ve already paid?" Yang Qiming snapped his fingers, he wasn’t full either.

"Let’s go, let’s find another place to eat."

...

At the wedding feast, Zeng You suddenly put down his chopsticks and slapped his face.

Snap, snap, snap.

This odd action grabbed Wu Jungu’s attention, and he turned to him, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"Sigh, can’t stay up late anymore." Zeng You shook his head, "I just thought I heard Yang Qiming and Huang Caicai’s voices; I must be hallucinating."

Wu Jungu was a bit speechless, looked around.

"It’s possible they are truly here, maybe we just didn’t see them."

"Okay, I’ll go take a look." Zeng You got up, left his seat, "Halfway through the banquet, they’d definitely be around, should be nearby."

Wu Jungu found it somewhat neurotic, but when thinking of Zeng You, it seemed reasonable.

"Alright, you go ahead."

After a while, Zeng You returned, sweating profusely, his face pale as he sat back down.

"No, I didn’t even see anyone from our school, but..."

"Uh... maybe it’s hallucination," Wu Jungu nonchalantly continued eating.

"I’m done for, almost dead." Zeng You swallowed hard, sighed facing the sky, "I don’t have much inheritance, those two big power banks are yours."

Wu Jungu: "...."

Being a mild-mannered person, he didn’t know how to console others, after much hesitation, he squeezed out a sentence.

"Since it’s come to this, let’s just eat first."

....

Huang Caicai followed behind Yang Qiming, ready to enter a table for a second meal.

They actually got in smoothly.

The waiter politely led the way ahead, glancing back.

"Those tables are full, there’s a table over there with fewer people."

"Alright, thank you," Yang Qiming said.

"You’re welcome."

Keeping his head down, Huang Caicai followed along, silently giving Yang Qiming a thumbs up, thinking his brother had indeed seen big scenes and handled things steadily.

"Here we are," the waiter said.

Yang Qiming still with a smile, just about to express thanks.

He turned his head and was stunned.