Chapter 330: A “Chicken Soup” Pro Player
Tang Xiaohu understood and stopped wasting words, leaning toward Ning Xiyue to speak her intention directly.
“Xiyue, I want to ask you about something—Yu Zhiyu in our youth hostel, the one with glasses—what’s he like? Does he have a partner?”
Ning Xiyue, scattering the green bean seeds, paused, stood upright, and glanced at Tang Xiaohu, who was nervously waiting for an answer. She let out a light laugh.
“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”
On the very first day in the countryside, she was already thinking about the male lead, Chen Yechu’s second brother.
Previously, Ning Xiyue hadn’t dwelled on Tang Xiaohu’s curious gaze because she was too busy. Who would’ve thought that the girl would come straight up and ask, revealing her inner thoughts immediately—now Ning Xiyue clearly understood that the gaze had been one of interest.
Truly, searching high and low for clues was unnecessary—everything came effortlessly!
Tang Xiaohu scratched her head and grinned sheepishly. “Hehe, I’ve always been bold, so… does he have a partner? What’s his personality like?”
Hearing this, what could Ning Xiyue even say?
She tucked the green bean seeds into her pocket, resting her hands on the hoe, and gave a temporary answer to the seemingly love-struck Tang Xiaohu.
“Here’s some advice: this isn’t really a question you should ask me. My opinion of his personality is just my subjective impression, and everyone’s judgment is different. You should observe and decide for yourself—it’s more accurate and meaningful. Don’t you think discovering it on your own would be more rewarding?”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
Tang Xiaohu was convinced, nodding. Ning Xiyue thought to herself that reasoning with youth from this era worked best—they always listened.
Tang Xiaohu’s eyes sparkled as she asked a second question. “Xiyue, does he actually have a partner? Can you tell me?”
“I’m even less certain about that. If you asked me whether I have a partner, I could tell you honestly that I do. But asking about Yu Zhiyu? That’s not my concern—he’s a man, and it’s not my place to pry. Xiaohu, I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have asked me. You should ask Yu Zhiyu yourself.”
Saying this, Ning Xiyue looked at Tang Xiaohu with full trust and continued:
“Xiaohu, all of us in the youth hostel are here to focus on our own lives, work hard, contribute, and ensure we have enough to eat. Keep it up—I believe your days will get better and better, and you’ll become one of the best youth in our hostel.”
Tang Xiaohu lowered her head, ashamed at Ning Xiyue’s words, her face drooping like a frostbitten eggplant, with a tinge of disappointment and self-reproach in her eyes. She lifted her head, teary-eyed, to thank Ning Xiyue.
“Thank you, Xiyue. I’ve been too careless—coming here without thinking about earning work points, worrying about nonsense instead. I shouldn’t have. I won’t betray your trust again.”
Ning Xiyue felt a little pleased. Growing up steeped in motivational “chicken soup,” she had always relied on others’ encouragement and her own. In this era, she ranked second in “chicken soup” delivery—no one dared to rank first.
She was a professional in stirring her own motivational “soup.”
Tang Xiaohu had also asked the wrong question. Asking about Yu Zhiyu wasn’t appropriate—Ning Xiyue, as Chen Yechu’s roommate, wouldn’t betray her friend. Besides, the two were still in the ambiguous stage; it wasn’t her place to expose anything, and people in the hostel didn’t really know either.
Seeing that Tang Xiaohu was genuinely interested, Ning Xiyue reminded her:
“Don’t be reckless about Yu Zhiyu. Don’t act impulsively. I suggest you ask him directly. Once you’re clear, make decisions. Be straightforward—don’t bottle things up; that leads to trouble. Also, observe carefully. When there are many people around, notice where his gaze lingers—you might find your answers yourself.”
Ning Xiyue feared that a normal child could become dangerously obsessive, like Wu Xiuli, if she fell too deep. The love between these male and female leads wasn’t something easily disrupted. In most dramas and novels, meddling supporting female characters always meet tragic ends.
“All right, I’ll ask him directly. You’re right—I need to know. I’ll go now.”
Tang Xiaohu considered for a moment, fully absorbing Ning Xiyue’s advice, then boldly departed to find Yu Zhiyu. Her confidence was so striking that those who didn’t know her might think she was off to fight someone.
“Hey…” Ning Xiyue began, but Tang Xiaohu had already jogged off.
“This is too fast—the first time ‘chicken soup’ worked so quickly.”
This was only the second time she’d met someone who listened so thoroughly.
The first had been Zhang Jianguo, but that was because she had effectively saved his life with her medicinal skills.
Tang Xiaohu, however, believed entirely in her words alone. Too easy.
She had to check on the situation; if anything went wrong, it would be her fault.
Ning Xiyue sped up her own work, planting the remaining green bean seeds. Seeing her second brother approaching with water, she dug out the leftover cabbage seeds from her pocket and handed them to him.
Yu Zhiyu and the others had left plenty of fish to process, likely still outside Chen Yechu’s kitchen.
Thinking this, Ning Xiyue dashed toward the kitchen.
