Since Luan Qing Xiao said she wouldn’t fix the door, she didn’t fix it nor could everyone persuade her otherwise.
In addition, because Nie Zhen'er kept guard of the door to prevent her from entering, the TV crew could only let her stay outside the house.

    The girl just now was Nie Zhen'er, the eldest daughter of this family, while the one who went to the city to exchange families was her younger sister, Nie Fan.

    Luan Qing Xiao started off standing until she got tired, then she squatted down in the corner of the wall with her long legs curled together, appearing extremely pitiful.

    At some point, the smell of cooking whiffed from the house.
On the train, Luan Qing Xiao only ate a packet of instant noodles and by now, the noodles in her stomach had already been digested.
Smelling the aroma from the meal, her stomach gurgled uncontrollably.

    While Luan Qing Xiao appeared resentful on the surface, she was thinking on the inside: Zhen’er must be the one that made the meal since it smells so fragrant.
However, it’s a pity that I can't eat it right away.

    No one knew Nie Zhen'er's soft heartedness better than Luan Qing Xiao.
Even if she bickered a few words with her just now as well as breaking the gate of their house and refused to repair it, Nie Zhen'er would definitely personally come to her with a plate of food later.

    Thinking of that, Luan Qing Xiao felt even more hungry.

    The cameraman, who stayed outside with her, squatted across from her.
Luan Qing Xiao raised her head and dashingly snapped her fingers at the camera, “Even if I don't repair the gate, I’ll still be able to eat the meal.” The expression on her face was extremely arrogant.

    But she did inherit a great appearance from Ling Ya, and this arrogant energy made her particularly charming on screen.

    Sure enough, after a while, Nie Zhen'er came out with a bowl of food.
When Luan Qing Xiao saw her, she turned her head and ignored her, waiting for Nie Zhen'er to coax her.

    Nie Zhen'er walked to the door’s threshold and moved a small stool behind her to sit down.

    “Today's food is so delicious, but unfortunately some people won’t be able to eat it.” Nie Zhen'er sat there with the food and didn’t even step over the threshold.

    To begin with, Luan Qing Xiao could see her from her peripheral vision.
After hearing Nie Zhen'er's words, she turned around angrily and turned her back completely to her, “Hehe.” Like who wants to eat it.

    Although she is very hungry now and wants to eat the bowl of food in Nie Zhen'er's hand, who is she? How could Luan Qing Xiao, the richest in the trio and the haughtiest among the rich second generation show weakness just because of Nie Zhen'er's one bowl?

    She’s setting a flag here today: If Nie Zhen'er didn't coax her, she wouldn’t eat it!

    It's a pity that Nie Zhen'er didn't intend to spoil her like other people.
After sitting for ten minutes, both Luan Qing Xiao and her didn't budge and were stuck in a stalemate.

    “If you don’t want to eat it, that’s fine.
I'll feed it to the pigs.” When another ten minutes passed, Nie Zhen'er stood up and prepared to leave.

    “Wait!” Luan Qing Xiao furrowed her brows and turned around to stand up, “Isn't that bowl prepared for me?”

    “You mean this bowl of food?” Nie Zhen'er looked at her in surprise, “Originally it was prepared for you.
But I think with you having such a strong self-esteem, you’ll definitely not eat charity food.
The past twenty minutes have also verified my thoughts.
Therefore, it’s not your food now, it’s my family’s pigs'.”

    “You!” Luan Qing Xiao couldn't believe it.
Was the girl in front of her really the gentle Nie Zhen'er from her memory? How could Zhen'er treat her this way?

    Nie Zhen'er stood up and walked into the yard after speaking, leaving only Luan Qing Xiao and the cameraman.
These are very good materials for TV.
Therefore, the cameraman was very energetic just now.
Seeing Luan Qing Xiao’s dejected expression from the camera, the cameraman almost laughed out loud.

    This kind of self-centered rich second generation truly needs to be taught a lesson.

    The scene in front of him simply fitted the theme of their program group way too well.

    Soon, the sky darkened.
Although there was no breeze in the autumn night, it was still very chilly.
In the morning, Luan Qing Xiao took off her jacket due to the heat and stuffed it back into her suitcase.
Currently, she was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and felt cold.
Only when she went to find her suitcase did she realize her suitcase was missing.

    “Did you see my suitcase?” She stood up and asked the cameraman.

    The cameraman first shook the camera, indicating that he didn't know, then suddenly remembered.
“In the tractor, you didn't take it when you jumped down.”

    Luan Qing Xiao: “…” Everything’s going wrong.

    “Why did my mom send me to this shabby place?” Luan Qing Xiao kicked the dirt under her feet.

    “This Uncle, do you know where the tractor went?” Luan Qing Xiao was cold and hungry now, so she could only force herself to calm down and ask the cameraman.

    The cameraman was only in his twenties.
He was stunned when he was called Uncle by a teenage girl.

    “Uncle?” Luan Qing Xiao furrowed her brows.
Her voice was loud enough.
Maybe there’s a problem with the cameraman's ears?

    “The tractor was borrowed from another village.
It should be driven back by now.
You can only wait until tomorrow morning to get your suitcase…
Also, just call me Big Brother.
I'm only twenty-five years old.”

    “And I'm only fifteen, we’re separated by ten years.” Luan Qing Xiao could only stroll back and forth in order to resist the cold.

    The cameraman felt there'd been enough materials collected and said to Luan Qing Xiao, “I'm going in to find the director, don't wander off.”

    Luan Qing Xiao waved her hand, “Go ahead, Uncle.
Where can I go this late at night?”

    The cameraman was so depressed that he almost couldn't move.

    In the time the cameraman went in to find the director, Nie Zhen'er walked out with a flashlight and tools, struggling to lift the wooden door that fell on the ground as she prepared to repair it.

    Luan Qing Xiao glanced at her once before sneaking another glance.

    She can't help but say, “Since you can't even hold a door, I better help you.”

    As she walked over and took the wooden door from Nie Zhen'er, Nie Zhen'er looked at her awkward profile and couldn't resist chuckling.
Under the light of the small flashlight, a sweet atmosphere was created.

    Luan Qing Xiao was startled.
Suddenly, she felt a bit hot on her face.

    Nie Zhen'er didn't talk to Luan Qing Xiao after laughing and concentrated on repairing the door, while Luan Qing Xiao tried to start a conversation.
“Didn't you say that I had to fix this door?”

    Nie Zhen'er didn't even raise her eyes, “You’re a pampered young miss.
I don't even need to think about it to know you won't fix it.”

    Luan Qing Xiao: “…”

    After a while, Nie Zhen'er suddenly added.
“Your temper is incredibly big too.”

    Luan Qing Xiao: “…” I'm starting to get accustomed to being sassed back.

    “But you can still be saved.
When I’m fixing the gate, you knew to help me lift it.” Nie Zhen'er put away the tools and said to Luan Qing Xiao, “All done, you can let go.”

    Luan Qing Xiao retracted her hand as Nie Zhen'er shook the gate panel from side to side.
The door panel didn’t fall off and was repaired as expected.

    “Come in for dinner, I left some food in the pot for you.” Nie Zhen'er stated.

    Luan Qing Xiao's pride didn’t allow her to agree this easily, “The door wasn’t fixed by me, I can't enter.”

    Nie Zhen'er took her arm, “I know you don't want to be filmed.
Those cameramen and Director are having a meeting inside the house, I’ll bring you to the kitchen to eat.
You won’t be easily found there.
If you can finish the food quickly, I’m sure they won’t catch it on film.”

    “I’ll just reluctantly believe you this once.” Luan Qing Xiao's rumbling stomach didn’t allow her to refuse.

    When Luan Qing Xiao followed Nie Zhen'er into the yard, Nie Zhen'er turned off the flashlight.
Fearing Luan Qing Xiao wouldn’t be able to see clearly, she grabbed Luan Qing Xiao's hand and whispered, “I'll lead you, so you won’t trip.”

    Luan Qing Xiao only spent three days in the real world, but felt that she and Nie Zhen'er had been separated for a long time.

    Holding Nie Zhen'er's calloused hand caused by her laborious chores, she felt warm and satisfied.

    She had many things to say to Nie Zhen'er, but Nie Zhen'er didn’t retain any previous memories.
No matter what she say would be too abrupt, so she could only hold onto Nie Zhen'er's hand tighter.

    Nie Zhen'er thought she was afraid of the dark.
She turned her head and softly comforted her, “We will be there soon, there are lights in the kitchen.”


    The two walked to the kitchen and actually didn’t meet a single cameraman.

    “You can sit here.” Nie Zhen'er grabbed a small stool for her before taking the food out of the big iron wok and let her eat next to it.

    It was the first time that Luan Qing Xiao was this ungraceful.
Holding the chopsticks, she didn't know where to start.

    “I haven't washed my hands yet.” Luan Qing Xiao suddenly recalled.

    Nie Zhen'er replied, “Wait.” Then, she exited the kitchen to take a lacquered stainless basin and came in.
She took a ladle and scooped water from the big iron wok into the basin to place it at Luan Qing Xiao’s feet.

    Luan Qing Xiao, “…
… Is the water used to heat the food clean?”

    “If it's not clean, will I give it to you? Hurry up, the meeting’s going to finish soon.”

    Luan Qing Xiao had never experienced such a rough life and couldn't believe how her soft and cute Zhen'er have gotten used to this.

    After lowering her head to wash her hands, Luan Qing Xiao kept feeling there was oil in the water, making her uncomfortable.
Facing the stove counter, Luan Qing Xiao pretended to be invisible and immersed herself in the meal.

    “You made this?” Taking two bites of the food, Luan Qing Xiao was conquered by the delicious food and couldn't help but ask Nie Zhen'er.

    “I don’t think there’s anyone else, is there?” Nie Zhen'er couldn't stay idled.
Therefore, she already began to tidy up the kitchen.

    She emptied the water in the iron wok, piled the firewood together and swept the sawdust on the ground into the fire hearth.

     A few bites later, Luan Qing Xiao asked again.
“You do this every day?”

    “Otherwise who else would do them? Young Miss.”

    Luan Qing Xiao lost her appetite, “Leave it alone, I'll do it for you tomorrow…” As she remembered she couldn't OOC in front of everyone, she trailed off and went on to say.
“I'll find someone to help you do them.”

    Nie Zhen'er returned the broom into its corner before she walked over and sat beside Luan Qing Xiao and looked at her with a smile.
“Why can't I do it?”

    Luan Qing Xiao didn't know what to say, so she lowered her head and continued to eat.
When she finished up the bowl, she realized Nie Zhen'er was still watching her.

… I think you’re too young, doing all these chores is too tiring for you.”

    “By the way, I haven't asked your name yet or how old are you?” Afraid that Nie Zhen'er would continue questioning her, Luan Qing Xiao quickly changed the subject.

    “You tell me first.” Nie Zhen'er twisted the inferior hair tie from her satin-like hair, making her small face seem whiter.

    “My name is Luan Qing Xiao.
I am fifteen years old this year and am currently in my first year of high school.”

    “Luan Qing Xiao? How do you write that?” Nie Zhen'er stretched out her hand in front of Luan Qing Xiao with her palm up.
“Here, write it on the palm of my hand with your fingers.”

    Her clear almond eyes narrowed into crescent moons as Luan Qing Xiao held her hand and wrote her name on the palm of her hand carefully, stroke by stroke.

    “Your parents must have placed high hopes on you in giving you such a nice name.” Nie Zhen'er expressed with some envy.

    “What about you? You still haven't told me your name.” Luan Qing Xiao looked at the girl and asked softly.

    “Nie Zhen'er, fourteen years old and a junior high student at Luo Zhuang Village.” Nie Zhen'er replied.

    Luan Qing Xiao also wanted Nie Zhen'er to write it in her palm, but Nie Zhen'er didn't give her a chance.
“Nie’s the one that’s made up ear and pair, Zhen like the one in true or false and er like the son.”

    Luan Qing Xiao silently retracted her half-stretched hand.

    Nie Zhen'er pouted, unknowingly opening up to Luan Qing Xiao.
“My parents gave me this name because they wanted a real son.
In the end, they gave birth to my sister Nie Fan.
The Fan in her name originally was Fan like the one that meant troublesome, but it was changed to the Fan that meant complexity when they listed her in our household registration.”

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