A Top-Tier Life Begins with Sarcastic Phrases

Chapter 127 Peng Yuchang: Master, shall I do it?

"Oh, Teacher Huang, you've wronged me."

Gu Yun was explaining to He Ling, and also to the audience who would be watching the show: "My dad taught me this way of matching clothes since I was little."

I still have to explain a bit more: if I do more good things, I can win over some people.

"That's because your dad is young and inexperienced."

Chef Huang retorted: "Who sets up a stove like that? Let me tell you, my skills have stood the test of time—"

Seeing that Chef Huang was starting to spout nonsense again, He Ling frowned: "Didn't you have a cold? Why are you setting up a stove? Go back to bed and rest."

"That won't do. If I leave, what will happen to the stove?" Chef Huang ignored He Ling.

He Ling sighed, utterly speechless.

"It's alright, let Teacher Huang handle it. I've already prepared the bricks, stones, and mud, so it won't be a problem."

Gu Yun asked, "Teacher He, have you finished your work?"

It was almost noon, and Gu Yun thought he would help everyone with something so they could come back for lunch together, and then they could work on the greenhouse in the afternoon.

He Ling remembered what she was about to say and hurriedly said, "I'm almost there. Xiao Gu, go help Ruonan. I saw her fall over there just now."

"what?"

Gu Yun left the Mushroom House and ran towards the river. Not long after, Gu Yun saw Zhang Ruonan limping up the small slope.

He was holding a sapling in both hands, his delicate oval face was filthy, and dust flew out of his nostrils when he breathed. His jeans were filthy beyond recognition.

"Hey, Gu Yun~"

Upon seeing Gu Yun, Zhang Ruonan's dark eyes suddenly lit up, revealing her pearly white teeth: "Quick, save me! I'm going to die!"

"Let me tell you, a fish suddenly jumped out of the river and hit me in the face—"

Gu took the sapling, and before he could ask any questions, the vengeful Zhang Ruonan began to spill the beans about what had just happened.

"Isn't that fish stupid? It never jumps into a person's face! It scared me half to death! You have no idea how badly I fell."

"I hadn't finished the chocolate bar you gave me, and it fell into the water too—"

As she spoke, Zhang Ruonan patted her soft bottom; the fall had almost split her buttocks into eight pieces.

"If the fisherman knew about this, he'd be devastated. He actually got fish delivered right to his doorstep!"

Gu Yun joked.

"That means I'm beautiful."

Zhang Ruonan raised her chin: "The one who could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, that's me~"

"The phrase 'sinking fish' refers to fish being so beautiful they're dizzy."

"Yeah, even the fish that jumped on my face got dizzy~" Zhang Ruonan looked up at Gu Yun with a serious expression.

Gu Yun asked suspiciously, "What did you do to that fish?"

"Oh, I hit it on the head with a sapling and then put it in water."

Zhang Ruonan smiled slyly, making an "8" shape with her right hand and resting it on her round chin: "Hehe, aren't I clever~"

Gu Yun: "————Does this count?!"

"Why doesn't that count?" Zhang Ruonan crossed her arms, her tone defiant yet assertive: "Just tell me whether the fish was dizzy or not, and whether it sank or not!"

""

Gu Yun: Could she really be a genius?

"Besides, if I let it go, it'll thank me!"

Zhang Ruonan is as cunning as a fox.

"Thank you on behalf of the fish, you're such a kind person!"

Gu Yun pondered that if the fish was stunned and thrown in, it would most likely be a buffet, and it wouldn't survive until it regained consciousness.

"Gu Yun, are you tired? Why don't we take a break?"

"Need not."

"Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"

"No need."

After making four or five more trips, all the saplings were finally moved.

Looking at the neatly arranged saplings, Zhang Ruonan wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead: "Finally finished moving them, I'm exhausted!"

Gu Yun, who had just finished washing his face, said quietly, "You were just standing around doing nothing the whole time, why were you wiping your sweat?"

[Master of Rants +1]

"Ahem~" Zhang Ruonan cleared her throat, her almond-shaped eyes darting around: "I was speaking for you~"

As she spoke, she turned back and pointed at the saplings, her face serious: "Look how tired you've made Gu Yun! Next time, you'd better all obediently hop across the river by yourselves!"

Gu Yun: "6".

Peng Yuchang and Zhang Zifeng came back together. Their work wasn't tiring, it just took up a lot of time.

"I'm starving!"

Peng Yuchang plopped down next to Gu Yun, rubbing her rumbling stomach: "Did you build both of these stoves?"

Gu Yun took a sip of tea: "No, the smaller one was set up by Teacher Huang."

"Why would you need two?"

Zhang Zifeng ran to her room and brought out four bottles of milk to share with Gu Yun, Zhang Ruonan, and Peng Yuchang. This was her secret weapon for filling her stomach.

"About Xiao Gu, there was a problem with the one he built. I told him not to listen, so I built a new one."

Huang Xiaochu came out of the kitchen and pointed at Peng Peng, saying, "Hey Peng Peng, go to the kitchen and get the small iron pot we'll be using for cooking later, and put it on the stove."

"Okay." Peng Yuchang jogged into the kitchen. He was really hungry and wanted to eat!

"I'll start the fire! Today, I'm going to teach that brat Gu a lesson he won't forget—who's right and who's wrong!"

Huang Xiaochu stuffed firewood into the stove, lit it with a lighter, glanced back at Gu Yun, and his competitive spirit was written all over his face.

"The pot's here, Master." Peng Yuchang placed the pot on the stove.

"Alright, I'll start stir-frying once the pan is hot—"

Before Huang Xiaochu could finish speaking, thick black smoke billowed out of the firewood burner, making his eyes water and causing him to cough.

At this moment, Gu Yun released the milk tube from behind and said leisurely, "Teacher Huang, why are you crying over burning firewood? Are you moved by the firewood?"

[Critical Hit! Master of Rants +2]

"Me, cough cough, cough cough cough————"

Chef Huang nearly coughed up his intestines and quickly got up from his chair, trying to justify himself: "It's clay, it's not dry yet, it'll be ready in a little while."

"Hey you—" Huang Xiaochu didn't want to suffer up there himself, so he ordered a "suffering lamb": "Peng Peng, you come here."

Peng Yuchang, who was just laughing, thought: "? — Master, me?"

"Yes, you, a grown man, should accept this kind of experience." Chef Huang immediately started spouting motivational platitudes.

Peng Yuchang looked around, trying to get Gu Yun and the adorable Zifeng to help him speak up.

But one of them was busy drinking milk, while the other was laughing so hard he was hiccuping.

"Oh, here it comes."

There was no other way, so Peng Yuchang had to take on the task himself.

Ten minutes passed, and black smoke was still billowing out; the water in the pot above had boiled dry.

"Wait, is there a fire in this yard? Why is there so much black smoke?"

He Ling, who had finished preparing the food inside, came out and thought there was a fire.

"Oh my god, why is there so much smoke over there? How about we switch to this pot?" He Ling suggested.

Chef Huang scratched his nose: "No need, all newly built stoves are like this, they need to be heated for a while, and then they'll be fine."

He Ling: "It's already like this, why keep burning it? Let's try another one. This one has a chimney, maybe it'll produce less smoke."