Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Suddenly Made a Comeback!

Jiang Li carried the noodles straight out of the kitchen and came to the front yard.

Uncle had already returned from the fields, and he was sorting through a basket of freshly picked sweet potatoes.

Jiang Li walked over and placed the noodles on the stool in front of him.

"Uncle, I made some noodles. Please give them a try."

Uncle looked at Jiang Li, then at the noodles, quickly putting down what he was holding and making gestures.

Jiang Li smiled and shook her head, "It's okay, there are plenty in the kitchen. We have enough to eat. I just used a little of your noodles earlier. I'll find a way to return them to you later."

Uncle quickly waved his hand, telling Jiang Li that she didn't need to return anything.

Then he picked up the bowl of noodles and took a bite. His eyes widened instantly, and he kept giving Jiang Li thumbs up.

Jiang Li smiled even more sweetly, "I'm glad you like it, Uncle."

Uncle thought for a moment, then used the tip of his chopsticks to draw something on the ground.

Jiang Li looked carefully and pondered, "Oh, Uncle, your last name is Zhao, right? Then I'll call you Uncle Zhao from now on."

Uncle Zhao happily nodded, the folds on his face uplifting with his smile.

The livestream audience, seeing this affectionate scene, was moved as well.

[Waaah, both are such good people. Whoever talks badly about Lili will get a scolding from me!]

[L God: The goddess is as kind as always.]

[West District's Kang Bazi: Since when is Sister Li so virtuous? I want to eat the noodles Sister Li cooks too!]

[Shiguang: The noodles made by my sister are the best in the world.]

[Even Uncle Zhao said Lili's cooking is delicious, so Blackie should stop doubting!]

[Uncle Zhao might've eaten all sorts of things. Maybe he's pretending it's tasty to spare Jiang Li's feelings because of the camera.]

Inside the room, Jiang Shixu hung his little head, feeling somewhat down.

So the noodles his sister made weren't just for him to eat alone.

Seeing Uncle Zhao eat happily, Jiang Li left satisfied.

However, just as she turned around, Uncle Zhao stood up, muttering some sounds.

Jiang Li turned back curiously to look at him, "What's wrong, Uncle Zhao?"

Uncle Zhao scratched his head a bit embarrassedly, then gestured a few more times.

Jiang Li knowingly smiled and nodded, "I understand. You're saying your son is also home and didn't have breakfast this morning. You want me to bring him some, right? No problem."

After agreeing, Jiang Li headed back to the kitchen without looking back.

Jiang Yan had already served a big bowl of noodles and was squatting under the porch, devouring them ravenously.

Seeing Jiang Li approach, he muttered with his cheeks bulging, ".....the noodles are too good.....worth it..."

Jiang Li glanced at him indifferently before going into the kitchen.

[Hahaha, I'm laughing to death. Wasn't Jiang Yan just acting tough in front of his sister? How come he couldn't hold out for even a few minutes?]

[Young Master looks as pitiful as my dog at home, wagging his tail non-stop after getting some treats.]

[Jiang Li: Cold and aloof, don't cue me.]

A moment later, Jiang Li came out with another bowl of noodles, this time heading straight to the second floor.

The second floor was simply constructed as well, with wooden rooms, high eaves, simple yet carrying a unique charm.

Compared to the first floor, it was quieter here, not at all like a place where people lived.

Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, then freed a hand to knock on the wooden door in front of her.

A few seconds later, a clear male voice came from inside—

"Who?"

"I'm staying at your place." Jiang Li calmly explained, "Uncle Zhao said you didn't have breakfast, so he asked me to bring you some noodles."

The person inside was silent for a moment, then spoke:

"Alright, I understand. Just leave it at the door."

"Thank you."

The man's voice was deep and lazy, with an ethereal quality due to the wooden door between them.

It was light but carried plenty of energy, not at all like someone who had recently recovered from a sickness.

But didn't Uncle Zhao say he was still sick?

However, Jiang Li didn't inquire further, simply placing the noodles down and turning to leave.

Meanwhile, the livestream audience became excited.

[Aaaah, this guy's voice is so nice! My ears are pregnant!]

[Help, I really want to know what he looks like.]

[You all up there dreaming should stop. How handsome can Uncle Zhao's son be? At most, he's a dusty bumpkin; maybe even a high-spirited young man.]

[Makes sense. After all, good-looking people with nice voices are rare.]

[Instantly crushed, waaaah.]

After quickly finishing breakfast, Jiang Li pulled Jiang Yan to wash the bowls.

But how could the young master, who never did chores, be willing to labor repeatedly for others?

So he cursed all the while while washing.

And cursed until the time passed.

At eight in the morning, Director Sun set up several cameras in the courtyard of the village chief's house as planned.

Occasionally, a few villagers would stop by to watch out of curiosity.

Most folks were too busy with farm work to pay attention to this big group filming a television show.

At eight-oh-five, He Yun and Qi Tianyu arrived one after the other.

Ten minutes later, Shu Yan arrived.

Without any pretty clothes, she borrowed a white t-shirt from the landlord's daughter, still pairing it with hot pants, the shirt's hem she cleverly tied at her waist.

With her equally fiery and alluring makeup, she stood out unmistakably.

Especially in the village, where simplicity was the norm.

Along the way, Shu Yan received plenty of scrutinizing glances and disapproving looks from the old ladies and aunties.

But she seemed oblivious, swaying her hips as she entered the public camera's view.

[Wow, Shu Yan really went back to put on makeup! She doesn't fear the hassle.]

[Isn't it way too much baggage? Dressing like that is too indecent.]

[Some people's brains are wrapped too tight, right? Sister Yan is obviously so pretty! Plus, it's the 21st century, can't we have freedom to dress? She didn't even reveal anything vital.]

While the livestream fiercely debated Shu Yan's outfit, Wen Jiaojiao came over with an impatient face.

"What a ridiculous place, not only are there so many mosquitoes, but the sun is also so harsh. The skin treatment I just got was all for nothing, I hate it so much."

Bullet screen: Tsk, here comes someone with even more baggage.

When everyone stood in varying expressions, Director Sun finally noticed that two people were missing.

"Where are Jiang Yan and Jiang Li? It's eight-thirty already, why haven't they arrived?"

[Jiang Li is at home watching Jiang Yan wash dishes.]

[I can't take it anymore, the young master spent half an hour washing a bowl, causing Jiang Li to get held up too.]

[Being late is being late. If Jiang Li can't stand it, she should just wash them herself, or isn't she taking advantage and selling courtesy here?]

Seeing Jiang Li late, Wen Jiaojiao smugly raised the corners of her lips.

She finally won a round in front of that damn woman.

"Could it be those two didn't find a place to stay last night and slept outside, which is why they're late?" Wen Jiaojiao gloated, "If that's the case, then we should really wait for them."