C3 Jiang Chen Picked up from a Pile of Cow Dung

Between the game and his mother, Jiang Chen had no choice at all. Jiang's mother's roar made Jiang Chen tremble.

But he wasn't going to give up on helping out tonight, either, either. If it didn't work out in the open, he'd do it in the dark, if it didn't work out in the soft way, he'd do it in the hard way... After all, if he really used force, not to mention whether his father would help his mother fight him, just Jiang's mother alone would be able to completely abuse him.

"Orange, here's the beef rice you ordered..." Zhao Qi pushed open his door with the meal that Jiang Chen had ordered online half an hour ago and saw him stuffing his phone charger into his backpack. Zhao Qi walked into the bedroom, placed the lunchbox on the table, pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and changed the topic: "Are you going home now?"

He was Jiang Chen's colleague, two years older than Jiang Chen. Like Jiang Chen, he was also an employee of Zhong Sheng Technology. Coincidentally, the two of them were also employees of the technical department. Zhao Qi had arrived at the company a year earlier than Jiang Chen, and he had taken good care of Jiang Chen when he first arrived at the company.

Later on, because his home was too far away from the company, Jiang Chen applied for an employee apartment, which was usually shared by two people. After Jiang Chen found out that Zhao Qi also lived there, he took the initiative to move in with him.

However, the difference between their personalities was like heaven and earth.

Most of the guys who studied computer science were more introverted. Although Zhao Qi wasn't an otaku, he usually spoke less. Coupled with a pair of glasses, he gave off a refined feeling and looked quite comfortable, but Jiang Chen always said that he was pretending to be serious.

But this weirdo Jiang Chen, not to mention being polite, this word had nothing to do with him at all. Normally, as long as Young Master Jiang did not go too far, it would be enough to thank the heavens. However, it was also fortunate that he was good-looking, with delicate skin and fair skin. Even if his personality was too unconventional, he was still very popular in the company.

"Zhao..." Jiang Chen dragged his tone and called out to Zhao Qi, then said helplessly: "My Empress urgently summons me back to the palace."

Without waiting for Zhao Qi to reply, he sighed again and said, "If you want me to die, I have no choice but to die!"

Zhao Qi was immediately happy. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It's just a trip home. Why do you make it sound like you're rushing to the execution ground?"

"Zhao, you didn't forget that we have helpers in the game tonight, did you?" Jiang Chen looked at Zhao Qi with burning eyes.

Zhao Qi's heart skipped a beat, he seemed to have really forgotten.

Jiang Chen's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw through it. He said in a resentful tone: "Zhao, Brother Qi, you are the vice leader of our gang!"

"Cough, cough..." Zhao Qi pretended to cough a few times and said, "Mm, I've been a little busy recently, so I forgot..." After a slight pause, he continued: "Oh right, Orange, if you want to leave now, what about the dishes you ordered?"

... "" These last words successfully shifted Jiang Chen's attention from "Deputy Sect Master has forgotten about the gang war" to food.

Jiang Chen looked at the preservation box on the table and gulped. His heart was filled with hesitation and pins and needles, but in the end, he turned his head and gritted his teeth, "Zhao, you can treat this beef rice as your afternoon tea." His mother had only given him an hour, and if he was late, he would be waiting to talk about life, ideals, and long-cherished wishes.

Zhao Qi:... ""

Jiang Chen rushed back as fast as he could, so he naturally did not exceed the hour his mother had set. However, what he didn't expect was that it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and he still hadn't eaten his lunch.

Seeing Jiang's mother busy in the kitchen, Jiang Chen was extremely touched. He originally thought that he would only be able to eat instant noodles when he came back, and on the way here, he had already thought of a hundred and eight ways to make instant noodles.

Now, it seemed that he didn't need instant noodles to fill his stomach.

As expected, he was the biological son.

Jiang Chen changed into his slippers, casually threw his backpack on the sofa, and walked happily into the kitchen. He didn't care that his mother was tasting soup with a spoon, and gave her a hug first, "Hehehe, Mom, I'm back."

Although Jiang's mother's temper was a little hot, her cooking skills were really top-notch, which was well-known in their neighborhood.

Moreover, he heard from his father that his mother had relied on this cooking skill to win his heart.

"Go, go, go. Don't disturb me." Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Chen and waved at him with disdain.

Jiang Chen let go of Jiang's mother and stood beside her. His eyes were fixed on the soup pot as he said, "Mom, it's been a week since we last met, but your cooking skills are still so good." She swallowed and said, "Mother, I'm really your own child. You know I didn't have time to eat lunch, so I was late..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." Jiang's mother stopped what she was doing and interrupted Jiang Chen. She looked at her stupid son as if he was retarded and said, "Because we have to compete with the square dance team in the Northern District tonight, we spent an extra half an hour practicing at noon."

The implication is: Mother's cooking is delayed because of something, not because she's waiting for you.

Jiang Chen was dumbfounded, his face was at a loss, and his brain had crashed.

He stared at his mother for a long time before saying, "Mom, am I really your biological..." That tone was filled with grievance.

Jiang's mother took the time to look at him, then focused on cooking. Her voice was light as she said, "You were picked up from my cow dung."

Jiang Chen,... "" Mom, you've played this trick more than ten years ago.

Jiang Chen had been very noisy since he was young. When he was a year or two old, he liked to crawl here and there, and wanted to touch anything that was new to him. Once, she even tried to insert his little finger into the small hole in the plug-in board, but it scared Jiang's father and Jiang's mother so much that they broke out in a cold sweat. Ever since then, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother had put away all the things that could be dangerous.

Jiang's mother had thought that if he was two years older, Jiang Chen would be a little more well-behaved, but Jiang's father and Jiang's mother had completely guessed wrong. Jiang Chen's mischief was growing with his age. Today he took this apart, tomorrow he threw that, causing Jiang's father and mother to be in a mess.

When Jiang Chen was four years old, he used a paintbrush to paint her favorite piece of clothing full of little chrysanthemums. After that, Jiang's mother went berserk. First, she picked up Jiang Chen and gave him a good spanking before saying: You were picked up from my cow dung. If you cause any more trouble, I'll throw you back into the dung.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen's eyes immediately turned red. He didn't even make a sound when he was spanked just now.

Then, he blinked his big, wet eyes and looked at Jiang's mother pitifully.

After that, whenever he caused trouble, Jiang's mother would say that he was picked up from a pile of cow dung and threaten to throw him back into the pile if he made any more trouble.