The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 125 - 103

This man wears flashy clothes, giving the first impression of being fickle and frivolous, slightly over-familiar, always smiling at the sight of a pretty woman. Yet, in his words, there is some genuine concern for her.

Lan Tian’s smile deepened, "No need, it’s mine, whether I look at it or not, and even if it’s not mine, constantly watching won’t help."

"That’s true, from our men’s perspective, your man doesn’t seem like that kind of person. Miss, I’m going to get some food." He walked away humming a tune, carrying his lunchbox and swaying side to side.

Lan Tian took a peach out of her bag and started eating it. She picked from the sleeve Qiankun, choosing a small jar of aunt’s homemade spicy mixed vegetables and a jar of dry spicy chicken – just these two dishes, leaving the rest for later.

Soon, Mo Junhua came back with his meal, saw the two jars of dishes on the table, and sat beside Lan Tian. Opening his lunchbox, it was packed full of rice, pressed down as tight as a brick.

He picked up a spoon beside him, shoveled a third of the rice onto the lunchbox lid, opened the two jar lids, scooped a bit of each dish onto the lid, and handed it to Lan Tian.

"Eating just a peach won’t sustain you, it’s easy to get hungry. Eat a bit for now, we can cook more when we get home." His tone left no room for refusal.

Lan Tian glanced at the food on the box lid, "That’s too much. I can’t finish it."

"I’ll eat what you can’t finish." He pulled Lan Tian to sit up and eat.

Lan Tian pursed her lips, lazily sat up, seeing she had no room to argue, took the spoon and ate slowly. With each spoonful, only three or four grains of rice but half a spoonful of dishes, slowly bringing it to her mouth and then swallowing slowly.

Mo Junhua’s eyes twitched, eating as if it was poison. Was it really that distressing?

Lan Tian ate a few bites, put down her spoon, and pushed the lid to the side, "I’m full." freewёbnoνel.com

Glancing at the flashy man who came back with his meal, swaying as he entered with his lunchbox. The flashy man raised his chin, glanced at the two jars on the table, and went to sit by Zhou Yuwei, opening his lunchbox to eat.

"Home cooking, want to try some?" Lan Tian pushed the two jars of spicy dishes towards the flashy man. Mo Junhua paused eating for a few seconds, glanced peripherally at the flashy man, and continued eating heartily.

The flashy man sneakily observed Mo Junhua, seeing he wasn’t displeased, chuckled awkwardly a few times, and quickly scooped some of the spicy mixed vegetables and spicy chicken from the jars to eat.

"No wonder I heard magpies this morning; it seems I’m lucky because of you, miss. The spicy dishes are really tasty, flavorful, fragrant, and spicy, great with rice. Miss, how are these dishes made? Brother, you are really fortunate to have such a wonderful girl."

The flashy man kept alternating between addressing her as ’miss’ on both sides, which weighed heavily on Mo Junhua’s heart, pondering whether to wait until this kid falls asleep at night and give him a good beating with a sack first. Meanwhile, he listened to the flashy man slathering on compliments with loud smacks.

"I don’t know myself; the elderly back in the village love to tinker and experiment when they’re free. I think the taste is quite good, so I brought some for the road."

How can it not taste good? It’s all made with Spiritual Vegetables. Ordinary people like Lan Tian wouldn’t take them out to eat. If not for seeing how Fancy Man sincerely treats her, Lan Tian would be reluctant to let him eat them.

Mo Junhua furrowed his eyebrows. What kind of address is this? Calling him Brother, but then calling Lan Tian a "sister"?

When Zhou Yuwei returned with her meal, she saw the three people chatting with smiles, while she was all alone and cold, feeling incredibly stifled inside. Thinking about how she lined up with those country folk for food, enduring their sweaty smell, while Lan Tian just had to move her lips, sitting and waiting for someone to serve her food – they were both women, but why was the treatment so different as heaven and earth?

Out of resentment, she lurked at the door for a while, then walked in with a smile that seemed just right and sat down next to Fancy Man.

Once Zhou Yuwei arrived, Fancy Man glanced at her frivolously and continued talking to Lan Tian about everything under the sun, all sorts of amusing stories. Lan Tian always smiled lightly, chiming in occasionally. Mo Junhua kept his head down eating, listening to their conversation, his eyes always drifting towards Lan Tian, and seeing her happy made a hint of a smile flash through his eyes; even Fancy Man didn’t seem so annoying anymore.

A man’s intuition; Fancy Man had no other intentions towards Lan Tian, which is why he seemed quite pleasant to him.

"Ah? What is this? It smells so good? It makes you hungry? May I try?" Zhou Yuwei, having sat down to eat for a while and noticing nobody was paying attention to her, seemed to have just discovered the jar on the table, her curious eyes looking back and forth among the three people, finally resting on Lan Tian, and she asked cheerfully.

Lan Tian nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Yuwei didn’t like the rural pickles, thinking they were unhygienic, but since she had already spoken, especially in front of Mo Junhua, she took a spoon and scooped a little bit from the chili sauce jar onto her rice, picked up a piece of spicy chicken, and caught sight of the leftover food on Lan Tian’s plate unconsciously exclaiming:

"Who ate this, leaving so much food behind? That’s so wasteful, so many people outside can’t get enough to eat."

Lan Tian glanced over at Zhou Yuwei across from her, hooked the corner of her lips, and slowly started eating a peach she took out from her bag. Mo Junhua finished the food in his bowl, took the plate in front of Lan Tian, quickly finished the leftovers, put their spoons in the lunch box, stood up, and said to Lan Tian, "I’m going to wash the dishes."

Lan Tian nodded and hummed an acknowledgment. Then Mo Junhua left without ever glancing at Zhou Yuwei. Zhou Yuwei opened her mouth slightly, shocked as she watched Mo Junhua finish Lan Tian’s leftover food, and also watched him leave without turning back.

Fancy Man glanced over at the distraught Zhou Yuwei, hiding his deep-seated disgust, yet his face awkwardly smiled...

Even a blind man could see that the soldier’s full attention was on Sister Lan Tian. This woman shamelessly clung onto him; no wonder others don’t treat her nicely. How does the saying go? A cheap person is pretentious. He hated those women the most who, under the guise of love, wreck relationships while claiming to be righteous.

He quickly finished the rice in the lunch box and went to wash it.

Only Lan Tian and Zhou Yuwei were left in the small compartment.

Zhou Yuwei glanced at Lan Tian across from her, leaning against the blanket, her expression languid and leisurely eating the peach, her head hung low hiding the hatred in her eyes, and when she raised her head to look at Lan Tian again, her gaze carried a timid, uneasy question, "Did I say something wrong?"

Lan Tian turned to look at her and replied indifferently, "No, Brother Junhua has always been like that, treating everyone the same. He’s a soldier and naturally upholds the image of one. You have to be a bit more considerate when dealing with female comrades to not tarnish the army’s reputation. It’s not directed at you. Don’t take it to heart."

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