The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

Chapter 193: Chapter 192: Open the Door for a One-on-one

”Lu Yuanbin, what are you doing? Open this door, right now!”

Chen JianShe rushed over in a rage, pounding on the main gate.

’That damn dog.’

’Just you wait.’

’When this door opens, I’ll break his damn legs.’

Inside, Lu Yuanbin clapped the dust from his hands, his face a mask of contempt.

”Your job is done. Go on home! You can leave the rest to me.”

For the two of them, business was business, and vying for favor was vying for favor. They kept the two separate.

Chen JianShe was furious. He’d been careless this time.

He never imagined Lu Yuanbin would pull a stunt like this.

It was impossible to guard against.

”Lu Yuanbin, if you’ve got the guts, open this door and we’ll fight one-on-one! What kind of skill is playing dirty?”

Lu Yuanbin sneered, ”Even in a fight, you’re no match for me. Just be a good boy and stay outside!”

With that, he turned and carried the pheasant into the kitchen.

He deftly cleaned the pheasant in his hands.

He even thoroughly washed the wild rabbit Leng Yuan had brought back from his hunt.

Leng Yuan had gotten a bit of a bloody smell on him from the mountain, and his little wife couldn’t stand the scent.

The first thing he did upon returning was to wash up and get rid of the smell.

Only then would he deal with the pheasant and the rabbit.

When Leng Yuan came out of the kitchen, he saw that Lu Yuanbin had already cleaned the pheasant and rabbit spotlessly.

He glanced around the courtyard and didn’t see Chen JianShe, so he couldn’t help but ask,

”Where’s JianShe?”

Lu Yuanbin didn’t even blush.

”He said something came up at home, so he went back.”

Leng Yuan shot Lu Yuanbin a suspicious look, but Lu Yuanbin just lowered his head and focused on cleaning the game.

Leng Yuan couldn’t be bothered with their affairs.

So he let them be.

Outside the gate, Chen JianShe had nearly shouted himself hoarse.

”Lu Yuanbin, you bastard! Open this gate, do you hear me? Otherwise, when I get in, I’m going to beat the hell out of you.”

’That little punk. He’s always trying to compete with me for favor. I’m Brother Leng’s closest guy.’

’Comparing himself to me? In his dreams.’

Inside the courtyard, Leng Yuan heard the shouting and glanced at Lu Yuanbin, who didn’t look the least bit guilty.

”Oh dear, when did he get back? I’ll get the door for him.”

After saying that, he shuffled toward the gate at a snail’s pace.

He opened the gate with extreme reluctance.

The moment the gate opened, Chen JianShe’s fist came flying at him.

Lu Yuanbin had anticipated this and dodged to the side.

Truth be told, they were both taught by the same master—Leng Yuan.

At first, Chen JianShe hadn’t taken his training seriously.

But later, he saw Leng Yuan shift his attention to Lu Yuanbin. And Lu Yuanbin was a cunning one—silver-tongued, always pretending to be mature, and a total show-off.

Forced into a corner, he had gone home and practiced relentlessly for a good while.

The two of them often sparred when they met.

In reality, they were evenly matched.

Chen JianShe couldn’t stand this outsider, Lu Yuanbin, who didn’t know his place.

Brother Leng was the leader, which made him second-in-command. Lu Yuanbin should have been third in line.

But Lu Yuanbin wouldn’t accept that.

He was the same age as Chen JianShe; he had just met Brother Leng later. Even though Chen JianShe was a few months older, among sworn brothers, ability mattered, not age.

Neither of them would yield to the other.

In their hearts, each cursed the other as a damn dog.

Leng Yuan acted as if he saw nothing. He placed the cleaned pheasant and rabbit into an iron pot in the courtyard, put the lid on, and weighed it down with a rock to prevent any animals from coming into the yard and stealing the meat.

Gu Jiaojiao had tried to move that rock once before. It didn’t look very big, but she just couldn’t lift it.

Gu Jiaojiao wasn’t very strong, but that was only by the standards of rural folk.

The rural women of that era could hoist a hundred-pound sack of grain and walk off with it without a moment’s hesitation.

Gu Jiaojiao just wasn’t that strong.

She could still carry things that weighed fifty or sixty pounds.

That rock only looked like it weighed twenty or thirty pounds, but Gu Jiaojiao had used every ounce of her strength and still couldn’t budge it.

When it was time to pickle vegetables, it was always Leng Yuan who moved the stones.