Chapter 394: Grassroots Complaint
“Okay, okay, okay! Dragon brother’s power is the strongest!” Hu Yu Ying couldn’t help but chuckle at this.
Seeing the smile on Hu Yu Ying’s face, Long Ao Tian lightly raised his hand and touched her head. “I hope my little girl can always stay this happy and cheerful.”
Hu Yu Ying looked at Long Ao Tian seriously and said, “As long as you treat me well and have me in your heart, that’s my greatest happiness.”
“Close your eyes!” Long Ao Tian whispered softly into Hu Yu Ying’s ear.
Hu Yu Ying obediently closed her eyes, always trusting Dragon Brother unconditionally.
“Take three steps forward,” he guided quietly.
At the third step, Hu Yu Ying suddenly staggered, almost falling forward. She let out a soft gasp, but still didn’t open her eyes.
Suddenly, she found herself on someone’s broad back.
Her entire body was hoisted up.
Hu Yu Ying opened her eyes and, happily, immediately threw her arms around Long Ao Tian’s neck.
Listening to her joyful laughter, nothing in this world sounded more beautiful.
“Fly! Fly!” Hu Yu Ying cheered as she was carried piggyback.
She hugged Long Ao Tian tight. “Slow down, Dragon Brother. Slow down.”
“Can’t slow down! Can’t slow down! If I go slower, I won’t hear my little girl’s happy giggles!”
“That’s not true.”
In the busy street scene, Hu Yu Ying gently rested her forehead against Long Ao Tian’s back.
She was no longer that shy little girl whose face would turn red easily.
“I, Hu Yu Ying, have decided on you in this lifetime,” she whispered softly, full of joy.
Long Ao Tian’s heart sank a little. “In this lifetime, huh? From now on, you’re only mine.”
With a cheerful tone, she added, “Are you so bossy?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty bossy myself.”
“Super bossy!”
After buying mutton, lamb ribs, and heading home, Hu Yu Ying started bustling around.
Seeing Long Ao Tian, who wanted to help but didn’t know where to start, Hu Yu Ying giggled, “Go see how Qing Xue and Wan Ning are doing with the dumplings.”
“Okay.” Long Ao Tian nodded and headed for the sunroom.
Before entering, he could already hear Li Qing Xue giggling: “Wan Ning, look, does this look like a gold ingot?”
“Probably a little. And maybe I made them too big?”
“Not big enough! The more filling, the tastier—it’s gotta be delicious!”
Hearing their chatter, Long Ao Tian pushed the door open.
“Here I come to help!”
The two rolled their eyes at him. “We don’t want your help.”
Seeing their dismissive expressions, Long Ao Tian suddenly felt like an outsider!
But soon, he found his breakthrough.
Watching how they made dumplings, he rolled up his sleeves. “Watch this!”
No need to brag—making dumplings was like second nature to Long Ao Tian.
He grabbed a rolling pin and, with a few swift moves, rolled out several round, thin, and evenly-sized dough skins.
Seeing the surprise and amazement in their eyes, Long Ao Tian crossed his arms proudly. “What do you think? Impressive, right?”
“How do you do that?” Li Qing Xue couldn’t hold back and asked first.
“Didn’t you see just now? I rolled it myself with my hands!”
Li Qing Xue took a piece of dough and threw it at him. “You’re the worst.”
Long Ao Tian caught the dough. “Can’t you be a little gentler?”
“Auntie’s gentle, and she can still control you? You’d better let Qing Xue handle you—she’s got you wrapped tight!” Lin Wan Ning giggled.
“Say that again, Ah Ying’s the only one who can boss me around,” Long Ao Tian sat down, rolling dumpling skins while quietly smiling and watching Hu Yu Ying busily working outside. “Now, I really am totally eaten up by this little girl.”
Lin Wan Ning picked up the dough from Long Ao Tian’s hand. “What’s wrong? From what I hear, you’re not happy with what your big brother’s doing?”
“No, I like being treated like this,” Long Ao Tian said casually, floured his hand, and smeared a big flour mark on Li Qing Xue’s face.
“Come on, I’m not that bad,” he added with a mischievous grin.
“Long Ao Tian, I’m challenging you!”
“Challenge me for what?” Hu Yu Ying just walked in when she overheard Li Qing Xue declaring war, and she looked puzzled.
Seeing Hu Yu Ying come in, Li Qing Xue pouted, “Look, Ah Ying. Long Ao Tian just made my face all messy.”
Her fair face covered with flour, with a touch of grievance typical of a little girl tattling, instantly tugged at Hu Yu Ying’s heart in her favor.
“Brother, why do you always bully Qing Xue?”
“I didn’t bully her. Ask Wan Ning if you don’t believe me.” Long Ao Tian didn’t expect Li Qing Xue to tattle, nor did he expect her to look so convincingly innocent.
Luckily, he still had Wan Ning here. Otherwise…
Hu Yu Ying looked at Lin Wan Ning, who nodded. “I saw with my own eyes that brother was bullying Qing Xue.”
Uh-oh!
Long Ao Tian’s heart sank. No one was on his side!
“Brother, just admit it, okay? Don’t deny anymore. Just admit it.”
With perfect timing, she cut him off completely, leaving no chance for his explanations.
In the end, Long Ao Tian, tears in his eyes, was chased out of the sunroom by the three little ones.
Soon after, Lin Wan Ning came out of the sunroom.
She went to Long Ao Tian’s side, looking at the lamb soup simmering in the pot. With her small hand, she gently poked his arm. “Brother, are you still upset?”
Long Ao Tian shot her a look. “You’ve changed.”
Hearing the slight tone of resentful longing in his voice, Lin Wan Ning giggled, cupped his face, and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Hehe.”
“Qing Xue made the dumplings because she knew you could eat a lot, wants to fill you up,” Wan Ning smiled sweetly at the sunroom. “You’ve known her for so long, you know how proud she is. Even if she really cares about you, she’d never say it out loud—she just silently treats you a little better.”
“And sister too—she might complain about you, but inside, she’s never truly angry at you.”
Long Ao Tian understood perfectly. With the three little ones, keeping them happy was enough for him. It didn’t matter what he got—he already had plenty. He didn’t just eat his fill, he “ate” three times over. Contentment? That was an understatement.
Seeing the three small ones so happy made him even happier.
“Have you prepared everything well these past couple of days?”
Lin Wan Ning shrugged. “Brother, do you trust feelings? It’s a very magical feeling.”
“What do you mean?”
“I always have a feeling—this time, I’ll pass the audition.” She giggled again. “Am I too confident?”
“Believing in yourself isn’t a bad thing. I especially believe in you—nothing else matters. Just trust you, that’s all…”
