After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy Chapter 319: Third Brother: This Soup Tastes Very

Chapter 319: Third Brother: This Soup Tastes Very

Ordinary

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In the evening, Nan Xuan waited at the school gate of Hui University as usual, his gaze searching for Murong Qiao in the crowd.

Having come over to wait for his Little Sister a few times, he had long learned to ignore the surrounding gazes that landed on him constantly. He was only focused on waiting for Murong Qiao.

“I’m just going home. It’s actually nothing important, Third Brother…”

The girl’s helpless voice came from ahead.

Nan Xuan recognized his sister almost the moment he heard the voice. The corners of his mouth curled into a happy smile as he looked in the direction of the voice, but his face stiffened.

A handsome man in a windbreaker and light pants was walking beside Murong Qiao with a gentle smile on his face. Moreover, from Murong Qiao’s intimate and relaxed tone just now, Nan Xuan knew the ident.i.ty of the person in front of him.

“Qiaoqiao,” Nan Xuan called out to her.

His voice was a little hoa.r.s.e, but he still shouted.

Murong Qiao frowned. When she heard this familiar but annoying voice, her eyes filled with impatience.

She had no choice but to stop. “If you’re here to send me food, there’s no need.”

Looking at Nan Xuan, who was waiting for her at the school gate every night, Murong Qiao simply did not want to figure out what he wanted to do.

However, there were some people she could not hide from just because she wanted to.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any intention of pestering you. 1 just want to send you some food or care about you.” Nan Xuan’s expression was gloomy.

Every time he saw Murong Qiao’s disgusted expression, it was as if she was constantly reminding him of how much he had gone overboard in the past.

As usual, Nan Xuan stuffed the soup into Murong Qiao’s hand. “That’s all.”

He emphasized and took a step back to distance himself, lest Murong Qiao return the item to him.

However, Murong Qiao could not feel the warmth in her hand for more than a second before it left her palm.

“This is—” Murong Chuan said at this moment.

He had a polite smile on his face as he reached out to take Nan Xuan’s soup naturally and held it in his hand.

Then, Murong Chuan paused again before s.h.i.+fting his gaze from the thermos to the person delivering the soup. His gentle gaze clearly made Nan Xuan feel inexplicably oppressed.

Murong Chuan stopped smiling. “My sister is very picky. She doesn’t eat just anything.”

Seeing that Nan Xuan was trying to please Murong Qiao, Murong Chuan naturally did not intend to show a good expression.

“Do you mind if I try this soup?” he asked.

The smile on Nan Xuan’s face that he had finally managed to hold up fell a little. His heart skipped a beat after being confronted by Murong Chuan. Then, he felt a little angry. He frowned and looked at Murong Chuan, who clearly had ill intentions.

However, Murong Chuan’s question did not require Nan Xuan’s approval.

After saying that, he raised his hand and unscrewed the lid. The tip of his nose picked up the umami smell coming from inside.

There was a matching spoon in the thermos. Murong Chuan took it out and gently scooped a mouthful into his mouth.

“The soup has been boiled for too long, and the ingredients are not of the best quality. The chicken inside is also a little overcooked.

Oh, you even put in quick condiments to cover up the bad cooking technique?”

Murong Chuan pointed out the shortcomings of the soup expertly.

He was like a food evaluator who was picky about the flaws of the food before him.

Nan Xuan’s expression turned ugly from his criticism.

Murong Chuan had no intention of stopping. “Although I don’t really want to discourage you, if your culinary skills are only at this level, you should keep this soup for yourself. It can also be sold to fund your cooking experiments.”

He said the shortcomings in an ordinary tone. It could even be said to be polite.

His face was filled with politeness and kindness.

However, it was this att.i.tude that made Nan Xuan even angrier.

“You!” He took a step forward in anger.

However, Murong Chuan only smiled and stuffed the soup back into his arms.

“There’s no need to thank me.” Murong Chuan nodded. “After all, I cook a lot better than you, so guiding you on the flaws of your soup is really effortless.

This soup is average, and you—are also average.”

With that, he turned to look at Murong Qiao, who was standing beside him.

The warm smile on his face instantly became much more sincere.

“Has the car arrived?” Murong Chuan asked.

Murong Qiao nodded and admitted. She reached out and pulled Murong Chuan’s hand, indicating that she was leaving.

Going home to revise or write was better than wasting time with Nan Xuan here.

Murong Chuan smiled and lowered his head in accordance with his Little Sister’s actions. He deliberately whispered in a voice that only the three people present could hear.

“If you want to drink soup, Big Brother will make it for you when we get home. It will definitely be much better than this.”

This sentence could be said to have stabbed Nan Xuan’s vitals. It pierced through Nan Xuan’s entire chest and blew a huge hole. It was painful.

However, the person who said this seemed to be unaware and smiled happier than anyone else.

“Alright, let’s get in the car?” Murong Qiao was helpless.

Murong Chuan naturally nodded in agreement and followed behind his Little Sister.

In any case, he had already achieved his goal of establis.h.i.+ng an imposing air.

Amidst the rapid flow of people, Murong Chuan protected his Little Sister and walked towards the car parked by the roadside.

Nan Xuan stared at his broad back with an unchanging expression for a long time. His eyes darkened, but he could not say anything in the end.

He was indeed—no longer qualified to call himself Qiaoqiao’s brother.

Then, Murong Qiao was escorted home by Murong Chuan. After saying goodbye to him, she sat down on the sofa to rest for a while as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders.

Then, she took an orange from the fruit plate on the coffee table and peeled it. She stuffed it into her mouth one by one and emptied her mind without restraint.

It had been a month since Murong Qiao moved out to live. Previously, when she was living in the dormitory, when they had cla.s.ses in the afternoon, she would go out during the lunch break to meet Yang Xin.

After Zheng Yue found out that Murong Qiao had moved out, she also went to the instructor to apply to move out of the dormitory and rent a house outside.

In any case, there was no need to live in the dormitory. Although the rented house was a little dilapidated, it was cheap and convenient. Coincidentally, the rental was something that Zheng Yue could afford now.

Murong Qiao, Yang Xin, and Leng Yan returned to the dormitory after cla.s.s one morning and prepared to rest.

“Qiaoqiao—” Yang Xin wailed wildly.

Murong Qiao smashed the notebook on her head with an unspoken mutual understanding. “Take it.”

“I knew you were the best!!” Yang Xin immediately perked up.

She took the notes. “University Hui’s life is really not for humans—”

Before Yang Xin could finish complaining, she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“Murong Qiao, can you come out for a while?” Zheng Yue’s cold voice sounded.

The sound from the door made the three people in the house look at Zheng Yue at the same time. Seeing her sinister expression, they did not think that it was something good.

Murong Qiao was not surprised. She stood up. “Sure, let’s talk in the corridor.”

When Zheng Yue saw this, her expression relaxed. She turned around and walked towards the other side.

Murong Qiao was about to follow when Yang Xin grabbed her sleeve.

“Qiaoqiao—” She frowned and looked worried. “Zheng Yue doesn’t look right.”

There was no smile on her face, and her eyes were gloomy. Yang Xin subconsciously repelled her.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Murong Qiao comforted her.

Moreover, she could roughly guess why Zheng Yue was here.

“Then, alright.” Yang Xin let go of her.

In the end, she even reminded her, “Qiaoqiao, you have to be careful!”

After Yang Xin’s last sentence was locked behind the door, Murong Qiao let go of the door handle and looked at Zheng Yue, who was waiting for her at the other end of the corridor.

She walked over. “Why are you looking for me?”

Zheng Yue bit her lip. Looking at Murong Qiao’s face, she belatedly felt a sense of similarity, but this made her emotions worse.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Nan Kang is your father?”