"Can Che Che make chicken soup? My sister wants to drink it!"
Jiang Che: ""
"I thought you would talk about some profound topic with me, but I didn't expect you just wanted to drink chicken soup."
Jiang Che already knew that He Wan would only call her nickname, 'Cheche', when she begged herself to do something, or when she was particularly happy. Under normal circumstances, they call him by his name directly, calling him Jiang Che.
Jiang Che actually likes He Wan calling his nickname very much, and he even has a somewhat strange idea, that is - he also really wants to call He Wan by her nickname. But these are just thoughts.
He Wan: "Food is the most important thing for the people. I think this topic is very profound!"
"Can you make chicken soup?"
"My sister really wants to drink, please satisfy my sister~"
At this moment, He Wan's eyes seemed to have tens of thousands of stars twinkling, and all the light in the world gathered on He Wan's body. For a certain moment, Jiang Che only felt that He Wan's body was radiant.
There was an irresistible light in her eyes, and Jiang Che's heart skipped a beat. Presumably his sister should be the most beautiful person in the world.
Thinking like this, He Wan thought that Jiang Che rejected her, so she pouted dissatisfiedly, "Alright, if you don't know how to do it, then you can't do it. If I have time, I'll go to Aunt Lin's house to drink chicken soup."
Jiang Che: "I can't do it, but I can learn it!"
He Wan: "Really? I knew Cheche was the best. You always agree to my sister's requests, right?"
"This also scores any requirements."
He Wan: "Huh?"
He Wan raised her eyebrows, not too satisfied with this answer.
"It seems that there are times when you don't agree to my request!"
Just as He Wan was about to leave, Jiang Che was afraid that He Wan would be unhappy, so he quickly changed his words, "No, I promise, as long as my sister asks me to do everything, I will agree."
There was a hint of triumphant smile in He Wan's eyes, "This is my good brother! I didn't love you in vain."
"Have you ever killed a life?"
Jiang Che: "I've killed fish before."
Jiang Che still remembers the first time he killed a fish, his hands were trembling at that time. He Wan looked at his pale face from the side, and almost couldn't help laughing.
He Wan: "Then why don't you try killing chickens?"
Jiang Che didn't want to try it in his heart, but He Wan wanted to drink chicken soup. Chicken soup without chicken would not be called chicken soup, so in order to really make a bowl of chicken soup, killing a chicken is not a big deal: "Yes."
He Wan: "Well, my sister appreciates your courage."
"Remember, this is my younger brother, He Wan."
"Come, come, get me a basin of water quickly, I need to soak my feet."
Jiang Che seemed to have planted a trap. He only felt a little weird, but he didn't know what was wrong: "It seems that there is no hot water at home."
"Then obediently go to boil the hot water, and come to me after the hot water is boiled."
"Come on!"
Jiang Che: ""
Early the next morning, He Wan just opened her sleepy eyes when she saw a field of chicken feathers in the yard.
In the next second, when He Wan saw Jiang Che, she couldn't help laughing.
"Jiang Che."
Jiang Che heard the laughter and looked towards the door.
"Sister is up?"
He Wan: "Well, you what are you doing?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com