### Chapter 397: Unbeatable Hanhang
“You’ve worked hard.”
The soup was answered at the door by Jiang Kekai.
After all, this was her and Xia Yu’s love nest, and out of selfishness, she didn’t want anyone to enter, not even Master Chen, who was Xia Yu’s mentor. But Master Chen insisted on entering: “Where’s Xia Yu? I need to see how my disciple is doing.”
Xia Yu was fine, so there was no need for you to worry. However, she can’t come over these few days to learn, so I have taken the liberty of asking for leave for her.” “This is still considered good? I brought the soup all the way here, just to check on my disciple?”
Master Chen wanted to push past Jiang Kekai to see Xia Yu, but Jiang Kekai blocked him with an iron will: “Xia Yu needs rest right now. I’m taking care of her. Why don’t you head back first? She’ll be ready to attend your classes in a few days.”
Zzzz～
Jiang Kekai and Master Chen were actually engaging in a standoff, their gaze meeting like a clash of lightning. Is this what they call eye combat?
Jiang Hanhang and Xia Ling were snacking on sunflower seeds on the sofa. Seeing how both were so concerned about Xia Yu, Jiang Hanhang became a bit envious: “Little Ling, what did Xia Yu do to be so important to them? I’m really worried that they might start fighting.”
Xia Ling rolled her eyes at Jiang Hanhang and promptly concluded: “Because your sister is well-behaved.” Jiang Hanhang: “…”
Despite their standoff, Jiang Kekai eventually won out.
Master Chen sighed, resignedly: “Alright, alright. Be sure to tell Xia Yu I came by, and remind her to come back to class as soon as she’s better.” “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
Holding up the chicken soup that Master Chen had brought, Jiang Kekai happily returned to her room. Was the fight over?
Xia Ling and Jiang Hanhang exchanged a knowing glance before dashing off to the kitchen together. They each grabbed four bowls and four spoons. Yes, it was time to mooch some soup. Soup from elsewhere always tastes better, somehow.
While Jiang Kekai and Xia Yu wouldn’t allow outsiders in their room, Xia Ling and Jiang Hanhang were different—they were sisters, not outsiders.
Just as Jiang Kekai was placing the chicken soup pot down, intending to fetch more ingredients for Xia Yu’s meal, Xia Ling and Jiang Hanhang appeared promptly, eager to help.
“Sis, we’re here to help!”
Jiang Hanhang grinned shamelessly, acting just as clueless before her sister. She knew this gave her an advantage; she could get away with more because she acted so shamelessly.
Sure enough, seeing Jiang Hanhang and Xia Ling’s antics, Jiang Kekai understood exactly what they were up to. She responded with a slight sigh, “You two can drink after Xia Yu has had her fill.”
“Okay, we understand.”
Xia Ling and Jiang Hanhang would never compete with Xia Yu. Sure, they weren’t ashamed, but not to that degree. Giving her food would suffice. Jiang Kekai handed them the utensils and served Xia Yu herself.
Meanwhile, Jiang Hanhang sidled up to Xia Yu’s bed and noticed her painful expression. She felt a mix of satisfaction, but quickly checked if anyone was watching before pinching Xia Yu’s face: “How’s the period treating you?”
Xia Yu: “…”
Too mean!
Jiang Kekai seemed intent on adding more meat to Xia Yu’s bowl. She kept poking at the chicken, keeping her focus away from Xia Yu.
Xia Ling realized Jiang Hanhang was picking on Xia Yu again. This time, she pretended not to notice and moved slightly to shield Jiang Hanhang from view.
She didn’t know why she did it—maybe just to make Jiang Hanhang feel better. After all, Xia Yu’s pain didn’t lessen regardless.
If Xia Yu’s pain could be temporarily forgotten, that’d be great.
Seeing her sister had finished serving the soup, Jiang Hanhang switched on a wide grin, lifting Xia Yu to drink: “Here’s some soup, Xia Yu. You’ll feel much better.”
Xia Yu: “…”
That Jiang Hanhang should be an actress. Xia Yu thought if only her body were in better shape, she’d tackle Jiang Hanhang instead. Xia Yu felt frustrated too. Normally, period cramps pass quickly, yet now…
When her sister fed her soup, Jiang Kekai, unable to keep still, went over to prod the chicken: “Sis, Xia Yu probably can’t finish all the chicken. Can I take care of it? Otherwise, it’d go to waste.”
“Take it.”
Jiang Kekai found her sister unpredictable. She wasn’t sure why Jiang Hanhang acted so bold around Xia Ling.
With permission granted, Jiang Hanhang cheerfully fetched disposable gloves and started plucking a drumstick, taking the whole chicken away: “Little Ling, let’s eat the chicken first. We’ll have the soup later.”
“We’re coming.”
Since Xia Yu was well taken care of, Xia Ling didn’t mind.
Plus, she found that Jiang Hanhang’s less conventional habits were sometimes amusing, like enjoying tasty chicken.
In the living room, Xia Ling and Jiang Hanhang were savoring the remaining chicken. The soup and meat were superb, thanks to Chef Chen.
“If only regular chefs could make such exquisite soups! I’d eat chickens every day,” Jiang Hanhang exclaimed boastfully.
“You could ask Xia Yu to cook for you, couldn’t you?”
“No way.”
“Why?”
“I bullied Xia Yu earlier, she likely hates me now. She won’t cook for me.” Jiang Hanhang chuckled, of course feeling no remorse, ever.
Suddenly, Jiang Hanhang had an idea, tearing off a wing and handing it to Xia Ling: “Little Ling, take this. When Xia Yu is better, have her make us some. I’ll cover the costs.”
Xia Ling: “…You’ve already eaten chicken wings. That’s mine. Don’t take it!” “Come on, okay?”
Jiang Hanhang excelled in being cute and charming—at home, she relied on these skills to survive, much to her family’s delight.
“Fine. Just remember to go easy on Xia Yu next time or else watch out.”
“Okay okay.”
