Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 411: The Tiger that Fell in Pingyang is Bullied by the Chickens

Chapter 411: Chapter 411: The Tiger that Fell in Pingyang is Bullied by the Chickens

The next day.

Qiao Xi awoke in the master bedroom, still groggy and slow to come around. It took her a moment to realize she was in the countryside, and she felt the emptiness of the bed beside her, long since cold.

She frowned, thinking back to the previous night when, in a half-conscious haze, she felt Huo Xingzhou getting up in the middle of the night.

He didn’t have a habit of getting up at night.

Qiao Xi changed her clothes and walked out of the room. A cool breeze blew through the hallway, sweeping away all her drowsiness. Not finding Huo Xingzhou or Old Chen in the house, she freshened up quickly and went in search of them.

As soon as she stepped out of the courtyard, she spotted Old Chen standing beside the Lincoln.

"Old Chen."

Qiao Xi called out to him.

"Young Madam, you’re awake."

Qiao Xi approached and asked, "Are you here alone? Where is Xingzhou?"

"The Young Master was called away by Aunt Chunhua. She said she made some specialties from Moon Village for us to take back. Young Madam, the breakfast is ready and laid out on the stone table in the courtyard. You can have something to eat first."

"You haven’t eaten? Then I’ll wait and have it with you."

Qiao Xi glanced at the assortment of fresh vegetables and country eggs by the car, as well as various dried goods and a fiercely crowing rooster, "These were brought by villagers last night, why have you taken them out of the trunk?"

Old Chen grinned sheepishly, "I thought I’d repack them."

"Then let me help you."

"No need! No need!" Old Chen hastily blocked her, "Leave these things to me, you don’t need to lift a finger. Look, the Young Master is coming!"

Qiao Xi turned and saw Huo Xingzhou walking over with a bulging plastic bag in one hand and a steaming plate of pancakes in the other.

He handed the plastic bag to Old Chen and then naturally took Qiao Xi’s hand and led her towards the courtyard.

"These are breakfast prepared by Aunt Chunhua; Old Chen has also cooked some millet porridge this morning." They still had some supplies at home, enough to last a while.

Huo Xingzhou led her to the stone table and served her a warm bowl of porridge.

Villagers liked to put a small stone table in the yard, convenient for enjoying the cool breeze while dining in the summer evenings.

Qiao Xi watched him and couldn’t help but laugh, "You could survive in the countryside."

Huo Xingzhou took a sip from his bowl with measured ease and said, "As long as one wants to live, one can survive anywhere."

"Did you and Old Chen sneak off to do something last night?"

Qiao Xi stared into his eyes for a long while.

There were still red veins in his eyes, and Old Chen’s under-eyes were tinged with dark circles, a clear sign of a bad night’s sleep.

It wasn’t just her imagination last night; he really did get up.

Huo Xingzhou’s actions paused as he said, "I’m not used to sleeping here, just got up for a walk."

"Then next time I’ll just come by myself, you stay in Haicheng."

"That won’t do."

Huo Xingzhou’s eyes were gentle as he looked at her, "I will still come with you."

Qiao Xi’s lips curved, "Hurry up and eat breakfast. After we finish, we should head back to Haicheng as soon as possible. You still have to take care of the Future City project. Don’t waste time here."

"Alright."

If this delay continued, someone would surely be in agony.

Huo Xingzhou ate his breakfast unhurriedly and tidied up the small courtyard once more before they left.

Qiao Xi looked back at the familiar little house, filled with mixed emotions. It held over twenty years of her memories, but now everything had changed. No one would be there waiting for her anymore.

"Let’s go."

Qiao Xi held Huo Xingzhou’s hand tightly.

"Hmm."

Old Chen, ever attentive, opened the car door and said, "Young Master, Young Madam, please get in the car." He glanced at Huo Xingzhou then added, "I’ve packed everything in the trunk, nothing has been left behind."

Huo Xingzhou and he shared a look, each understanding the other’s meaning.

Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou sat in the back seat while a mixture of scents filled the car, prompting her to immediately open a window.

The black-feathered rooster seemed unhappy, still clucking away in the trunk.

It seemed like there was also the smell of stinky mandarin fish and sour bamboo shoots.

"They are too enthusiastic," Qiao Xi said awkwardly, "Husband, does it bother you?"

"Not at all."

Huo Xingzhou put his arms around her shoulder and said, "This is all their goodwill. The things raised in the countryside are nutritious and healthy. Aunt Qian will definitely love them."

His Little Divine Doctor, with her sensitive sense of smell.

Had it not been for these items giving off various odors, she would surely have caught the scent of blood.

Old Chen chuckled, "Young Madam, I especially love sour bamboo shoots! I also adore eating river snail rice noodles. Have you ever tried them?" He stepped on the accelerator, and the car left Moon Village.

Qiao Xi shook her head, "I haven’t tried them."

Back when she went to school, she would always quicken her pace and hold her breath whenever she passed by such storefronts.

Old Chen, with a wide grin, said, "That’s a delicacy from heaven. You really must try it sometime. Although it smells foul, the taste is irresistibly good. Those jars of sour bamboo shoots in the trunk, I’ll ask Aunt Qian to stew them with lamb and to make river snail rice noodles another time."

He salivated at the thought of the delicious dishes.

What treasures!

Qiao Xi, smelling the particularly pungent sour stench in the air, couldn’t imagine what it really tasted like.

She just thought that Old Chen had quite a heavy taste.

Huo Xingzhou closed his eyes, pretending to doze off; he really hadn’t slept well last night. Seeing this, Qiao Xi stayed quiet as well, leaning in his embrace and closing her eyes to rest peacefully.

In the trunk.

It was dim.

Zhong Yi, holding back his rage, curled up in the cramped space!

Damn Huo Xingzhou; this was his idea of bringing him back to Haicheng!

He was surrounded by fresh vegetables and various local specialties; the smell of the jar of sour bamboo shoots was so pungent he felt he couldn’t breathe. In front of him was a rooster, its wings and feet bound.

Its beady green eyes looked particularly fearsome.

Zhong Yi couldn’t help but glare back.

"Cluck cluck cluck!"

The little rooster pecked viciously at his hair.

"Cluck cluck!"

It pecked persistently through his hair as if foraging for food.

"Hiss."

Zhong Yi sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain; he truly felt like he was going to die from anger.

It’s better to die than to be insulted.

Huo Xingzhou!

It was hard to believe Huo Xingzhou wasn’t doing this on purpose!

In the trunk, there was a pile of sour, stinky, and live things; that sour bamboo and stinky mandarin fish had just appeared this morning. He even heard Old Chen shamelessly asking the villagers for sour bamboo shoots.

How could such things exist in this world!

Zhong Yi felt almost suffocated in the trunk, and he didn’t dare to breathe deeply, as the air he drew in was full of the unbearable sour stench.

He mentally added a mark against Huo Xingzhou and Zhong Lingxiao!

The car had been driving for a while, and to make matters worse, the majestic little rooster managed to break free from the straw rope and started wreaking havoc in the trunk.

Its claws stepped hard onto Zhong Yi’s handsome face.

He clenched his teeth; this was beyond tolerable!

He quickly grabbed the rooster’s legs; the rooster cackled incessantly, emitting sharp, terrified cries. Its wings flapped wildly, slapping him across the face several times.

"Ah-choo!"

He couldn’t help but sneeze.

Qiao Xi woke abruptly, her eyes flying open.

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