Upon hearing their self-righteous interrogation again, Hu Xiaobei sighed helplessly and explained guiltily, "It’s not that I can’t come, I really have things to do! How about this, in the future, when I have free time, I’ll try not to leave anymore, does that work?"
"Really?"
As they questioned, they turned their heads and looked directly at Hu Xiaobei.
"Of course it’s true! I could deceive anyone, but I wouldn’t dare deceive you all!"
Seeing their very excited expressions, Hu Xiaobei continuously assured them...
"That’s more like it!"
With Hu Xiaobei’s firm assurance, they smiled with satisfaction.
In truth, they knew Hu Xiaobei couldn’t possibly stay here forever.
They had Hu Xiaobei make such a promise because they hoped he would spend more time here to accompany them when he was free, as they really couldn’t make room for other men in their hearts...
Seeing them no longer upset, Hu Xiaobei swaggered over with a playful grin.
Skillfully picking up a washed cucumber placed to one side, Hu Xiaobei quickly took a bite.
Witnessing Hu Xiaobei’s skilled manner, they looked at him speechlessly, "You big bastard, if you want to eat, go pick it yourself, we just washed it for a stir-fry."
"Haha, it’s a habit."
Hu Xiaobei responded somewhat awkwardly.
It really was subconscious for Hu Xiaobei...
He truly was accustomed to it.
"I knew it!"
Murmuring as such, Guo Meiyu withdrew her gaze and swiftly began stir-frying.
Despite being slightly inconvenienced due to pregnancy, she could still manage simple cooking.
Watching Guo Meiyu’s body shake along with the stir-frying, a trace of warmth flashed in Hu Xiaobei’s eyes.
"After becoming pregnant, it seems like a second development."
Muttering so, Hu Xiaobei heard Han Xueyao’s teasing, "Oh my, certain people only have Meiyu in their eyes, completely disregarding me! It’s truly heart-wrenching."
Feeling a bit awkward, Hu Xiaobei took a bite of cucumber and whispered, "How could that be, I’m fair to everyone."
"Only a fool would believe you!"
Upon hearing Han Xueyao’s words, Guo Meiyu halted her stir-frying and blinked at her, teasingly saying, "Sister, you trust Xiaobei a lot, are you trying to say you’re a ghost?"
"You two are ganging up on me? Do you want me to hit you?"
"Dare you!"
"See if I dare!"
As they bantered, Han Xueyao rushed over boldly.
Just like that, the three of them playfully wrestled together.
Since it was all in fun, no one used too much strength.
Naturally, because of this, Hu Xiaobei managed to gain some advantages.
...
A few minutes later, Hu Xiaobei was chased out of there!
They said with Hu Xiaobei there, they couldn’t cook properly...
"Seems like I’m really not suitable to be here! But all that playfulness really brought us closer together again."
Murmuring softly, Hu Xiaobei walked toward a tea tree ahead.
Because of his fondness for tea, Hu Xiaobei had previously transplanted many ancient tea trees here.
These tea trees were bought by Hu Xiaobei from various places.
Many of them were in poor condition when purchased.
However, in Hu Xiaobei’s hands, they regained their vitality.
The once-dead trees sprouted new leaves, and tea brewed with them tasted exceptionally good.
Casually picking a few tea leaves, Hu Xiaobei began to brew them.
Quickly, the aroma of tea filled the air.
"Xiaobei, not calling us to have tea together?"
"Indeed!"
Feeling slightly frustrated by the interruption, Hu Xiaobei turned his head to see Feng Junjun and Mengmeng pouting in annoyance.
Sighing helplessly, Hu Xiaobei explained, "It’s not my fault, I couldn’t find you earlier!"
"We went for a stroll nearby, this place is really interesting."
"Yeah, indeed!"
Talking about their earlier experiences made their eyes shine.
"Okay!"
Replying briefly, Mengmeng and Feng Junjun sat down...
...
Returning with clean hands, Hu Xiaobei suddenly felt frustrated enough to spit blood.
The chicken’s two drumsticks had been placed on Feng Junjun and Mengmeng’s plates.
Only then did Hu Xiaobei realize their intention to make him wash his hands was a diversion tactic.
Of course, realizing now was a bit late.
With mild frustration, Hu Xiaobei could only sit down.
"Xiaobei, why do you seem unhappy?"
"Indeed, what’s up?"
Guo Meiyu and Han Xueyao looked at Hu Xiaobei and softly spoke.
Glancing at them, Hu Xiaobei shook his head, "I’m fine."
"Knowing you love chicken drumsticks!"
Speaking so, Han Xueyao magically pulled out another one.
"Does this chicken have that many legs?"
"Dummy, can’t we just prepare another one?"
"True!"
Murmuring to himself, Hu Xiaobei handed the drumstick back to Han Xueyao, "Auntie, you should eat it."
Giving Hu Xiaobei a startled look, Han Xueyao quickly said, "Don’t you love chicken drumsticks the most? Not eating it today?"
"More than the drumstick, I care about you! So you should have it."
"Charming!"
Though she said so, Han Xueyao’s cheeks blushed intensely.
Evidently, Han Xueyao liked what Hu Xiaobei said a lot.
"Ah! What are you doing, making my teeth ache, stopping me from eating meat?"
Guo Meiyu dramatically complained loudly.

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