Rebirth: The Comeback of the Girl-Chapter 8 - Inviting Guests for a Meal

"The darkness..." Zhen Yu's thoughts drifted as she remembered those dark tales that were circulating online in her past life.

"The original fairy tale claims Ariel's soul returned... and then the prince died young." Zhen Yu summarized in a single sentence.

"?!"" Han Mingyue was somewhat surprised, "That, that"

"The duck! What if it really was just a duck? Then it would become roasted duck, salted duck..."

Han Mingyue: "..."

Zhen Yu indifferently whipped up a hundred and eight duck dishes.

Han Mingyue looked down in silence.

Zhen Yu also remained expressionless.

But internally, she was furiously mocking herself.

Can I change the topic by naming dishes for him?

Arghhh! What is this mess?!

She resolved to watch her mouth in the future, to avoid accidentally selling herself out...

Better safe than sorry...

Once Han Mingyue looked up, all he saw was Zhen Yu's tight little face.

"I have something else to do, I must go!" Seeing him look up, Zhen Yu quickly stood up and fled after throwing out the sentence.

Han Mingyue: "..."

Back at home, Mrs. Zhen and her son were about to go out to buy groceries, they called for her to join, but she shook her head and declined.

Zhen Yu flipped through her desk and discovered that aside from textbooks from school, there was not a single extracurricular book, leaving her no choice but to dive back into the summer homework.

After Mrs. Zhen returned home, work on the homework became impossible, as Zhen Yu would be occasionally called to do something.

So Zhen Yu took out her sixth-grade Chinese textbook and carried it wherever she went.

"How come I never see you so eager to study? Working has got you pretending to be busy!" Mrs. Zhen almost rolled her eyes back to heaven.

Zhen Yu, as if deaf, kept working and reading.

Amidst the bustle, the tables and chairs were set, and just as two stewed dishes had not yet been served, Mrs. Zhen told Zhen Yu she was no longer needed.

Without saying another word, Zhen Yu plunged back to her desk to start doing problems.

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A fair hand reached out in front of her, tapping lightly on the table surface, "Dinnertime!"

Zhen Yu looked up and saw Han Mingyue, greeting him nonchalantly, "You're here?"

"Yeah! Time to eat," Han Mingyue repeated, and saw the girl gently closing her summer homework and standing up.

He turned and led the way out, footsteps trailing behind.

An even voice came from behind, "I'll go wash my hands in the kitchen first."

Han Mingyue smiled faintly, "Okay!"

Four adults and four children, gathered around a round table. Mr. Zhen and Mr. Han were frequently toasting and drinking heartily, while Mrs. Zhen and Mrs. Han chatted happily. Zhen Yan and Han Jiayang played boisterously together, leaving only a quiet corner where Han Mingyue and Zhen Yu sat, with only the sound of chewing food.

Han Jiayang occasionally nudged his brother, with his brows and eyes motioning toward Zhen Yu, wearing an expression that eagerly anticipated the fun.

Zhen Yan was right beside him, laughing merrily. His sister was always indifferent to others teasing her, but suddenly one day, as if she caught on, she would get impatient with anyone who mentioned 'those three words.'

So now, seeing Han Jiayang actively taunting death, Zhen Yan naturally enjoyed being a spectator.

Unfortunately, no matter how much his brother hinted, Han Mingyue remained unmoved, continuing to eat his meal with calm.

Han Jiayang eventually couldn't hold back anymore, and as Han Mingyue lifted his drink, he suddenly spoke up: "Bro! Aren't you going to clink glasses with your, uh, someone?"

Han Mingyue's hand paused slightly as he held the cup, and a few barely noticeable drops of his drink spilled out. He furrowed his brows, still brought the cup to his lips for a sip, then set it down on the table before continuing to eat as if he hadn't heard anything.

Seeing his brother give no reaction, Han Jiayang's eyes rolled about as he shifted his target. He leaned back, calling out across Han Mingyue's seat, "Zhen Yu!"

Zhen Yu shot a sharp glare over and said in a frosty voice, "Eat your food!"

Han Jiayang inexplicably felt a twinge of fear, but then he stiffened his neck and jokingly said, "Zhen Yu! Let's have a toast!"

Zhen Yu turned her head, staring at him and enunciated each word, "Shut up! Spout any more nonsense and I'll break your legs!"

She was so fierce when she said this that Han Jiayang nearly believed her and actually clamped his mouth shut obediently!

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After finishing her meal, Zhen Yu didn't put down her chopsticks right away, instead absentmindedly tapping them on the table, creating a very faint 'tap tap' sound.

It was only after Han Mingyue put down his chopsticks that she followed suit.

"..." Han Mingyue was slightly dazed as he saw a little hand suddenly extend in front of him; the hand held in it a piece of tissue paper.

"Thank you." After saying thanks, he took the tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Let's go!" Zhen Yu placed the tissue she used to wipe her mouth on the table, called out to him, and was the first to stand up and leave the seat.

Seeing this, Han Jiayang hurriedly nudged Zhen Yan with his elbow, gesturing for him to look at the two of them.

Zhen Yan sighed, putting on a look of pitiable wretchedness, "Alas! My sister has changed! She doesn't want her brother anymore!"

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"Ha ha..." Han Jiayang burst into laughter, bending forward and backward, "My brother has changed too! He doesn't want his little brother anymore!"

"You little rascal! What nonsense are you talking about!" His voice was somewhat loud, and Mrs. Han, sitting across from Zhen Yan, scolded with a smile.

Then she turned to Mrs. Zhen and explained, "This Old Han just loves joking around! This stinker is exactly like his dad!"

Mrs. Zhen returned her smile, "It's just a joke, what's the harm! The kids will grow up and it all depends on fate. Who knows what she'll grow up to be!"

"Don't say that! Zhen Yu is such a good child! Anyhow, I really like her! She's sure to grow up even better!"

"It's a pity that our liking doesn't help!"

"You got that right!"

On one side, the two mothers were praising each other, careful not to jinx anything with their words.

On the other side, after being scolded by his mother, Han Jiayang pulled a face and grabbed Zhen Yan to leave the table and run out to play in the yard.

"Sit." Zhen Yu pulled her brother's chair to the side of her desk, letting Han Mingyue sit down, and she took her own seat. Han Mingyue had never sat so close to Zhen Yu before, and suddenly felt a bit uneasy, staying silent.

"My house doesn't have extracurricular books, what do you want to do?" Zhen Yu no longer continued with her homework. Now that she was the hostess, it wouldn't be appropriate to leave the guest unattended.

Han Mingyue fortified himself mentally, just treating her as a female classmate, which made him feel much more normal.

After thinking for a moment, he hesitantly began, "Let's talk about fairy tales?"

"..." Zhen Yu felt a headache coming on. Was he never going to let this go?

But she had no choice but to ask perfunctorily, "Which one?"

"Sleeping Beauty?"

Zhen Yu asked seriously, "Can I not talk about it?"

Han Mingyue remained silent, looking straight at Zhen Yu.

Speak! Speak! Speak! If you really pick up a bad habit, you'll be my responsibility!

Zhen Yu irritably ran her fingers through her hair, pursed her lips, and blurted out, "The princess and the king love and kill each other."

"... Can you elaborate?"

Even though Zhen Yu's inner monologue was screaming, "Serves you right for running your mouth! Serves you right for running your mouth! Serves you right for running your mouth!"

She still had to reluctantly tell the truth.