Chapter 2: The Scoundrel Chicken Dealer of the 2000s (Part 2)

Outside the kitchen.

Gu Chen crouched under the shade of a tree, holding his iron bowl and chopsticks, gazing at the golden fields of millet not far away while eating stir-fried noodles.

The food was so delicious that he ate heartily, almost choking at times, feeling that one bowl was never enough.

Lin Juan glanced at Gu Chen several times through the window. She then lowered her eyes to look at her sobbing daughter in her arms. Little Yanyan’s eyes were red and swollen, tears still glistening pitifully.

She coaxed her daughter gently, “Don’t you want Daddy to eat in the kitchen? Daddy has gone out.”

Gu Chen wasn’t known for his patience; he often had little tolerance for the two children and frequently made them cry. Lately, smelling of alcohol, Lin Juan had been worried he might suddenly lose his temper and frighten the kids.

But Gu Chen said nothing. He got up, scooped a bowl of fried rice, and walked out.

He looked somewhat innocent.

After all, he was the children’s father. Lin Juan did not want the kids to harbor too much resentment or dislike toward him; that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

Little Yanyan nestled in her mother’s arms, glanced at her brother, then looked down, pouting and fiddling with her tiny fingers, unsure if she had done something wrong.

Daddy was always the bad guy, fierce and prone to yelling. She didn’t want to like him at all!

But Daddy hadn’t been harsh just now. Was she bullying him?

Gu Zijia also looked out, puzzled. He said nothing, focusing on eating his noodles obediently. “Mom’s stir-fried noodles are so good. I want another bowl.”

He didn’t care about Daddy.

“Delicious!” Little Yanyan eagerly chimed in, cleverly following up, “Yanyan wants some too.”

Lin Juan smiled. “You’ll have rice later. If you eat too much, your tummy will hurt.”

Gu Chen took the last bowl of noodles from the pot. Little Yanyan watched his retreating figure, then looked up at Lin Juan. She touched her belly, furrowed her brows, and said, “Ouch—”

Eating too much makes the tummy ache.

Daddy, that big bad guy, wouldn’t listen, hmph!

Lin Juan laughed and coaxed her to drink some water.

*

The two little bundles were very obedient. When Gu Chen returned after finishing his second bowl of fried noodles, they were helping Lin Juan put away the stools, and Little Yanyan was trying to help carry the dishes back.

The tile-roofed house was divided in half—one side for storing millet, the other half for the kitchen. Space was very limited, so after meals, the table and stools had to be tidied up to avoid overcrowding.

The vegetables Lin Juan had just pulled from the field consisted of three large heads. When Little Yanyan tried to carry them, her small body began to wobble.

It was too heavy. She struggled to steady herself, exerting all her strength as she wobbled forward.

Seeing this, Gu Chen frowned and reached out to steady her, preventing her from falling. He then took the bamboo basket from her hands and placed it on the wooden rack nearby.

“You bad guy!” Little Yanyan, seeing her help to carry the vegetables taken away, dashed up and lightly hit Gu Chen twice with her tiny hands, shouting angrily.

You can’t take Mommy’s things!

Gu Chen looked at the little bundle who suddenly transformed into a little dog, baring her teeth as if she wanted to bite him. That was her idea of maximum attack.

Since it wasn’t very effective, it was more like an adorable “attack.”

With one swift motion, Gu Chen lifted her half off the ground with one hand, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “What’s this about?”

He was helping her carry the vegetables—why was she so angry?

“Don’t bully my little sister!” Gu Zijia rushed over, fists clenched.

Gu Chen lifted him up too. His hands and feet flailed, trying to fight back with whatever little strength he had, baring his teeth and claws.

At that moment, Little Yanyan realized both she and her brother were being bullied by the big bad guy. She cried out loudly, tears streaming like pearls, “Waaah, Mommy—”

Lin Juan had been washing the iron pot when this sudden scene unfolded. She turned and saw Gu Chen holding the two children, still smiling.

Though Gu Chen’s smile faded when his daughter cried, Lin Juan noticed it.

Her expression darkened, brows furrowed.

Lin Juan was devoted to the children, never scolding or hitting them, always speaking softly, but Gu Chen’s rough treatment was something she deeply disapproved of.

Feeling guilty, Gu Chen quickly let go of the children.

As soon as free, Gu Zijia, as if fearless, gritted his teeth and charged forward, punching Gu Chen’s thigh since he was too short to reach higher.

Little Yanyan, seeing her brother so fearless, cried and also rushed forward, hitting Gu Chen’s calves with her chubby hands.

The more she hit, the more wronged she felt, crying even louder.

“Au—” Little Yanyan grabbed Gu Chen’s hand, bit down hard, and the crying stopped immediately.

“Ouch—” Gu Chen shivered in pain.

Little Yanyan bit with all her might, her whole small body trembling, her fair face flushed purple.

Lin Juan was terrified and hurriedly told her daughter to let go.

*

She feared Gu Chen might lose his temper and hit the children. Holding one child, she quickly stepped outside, anxiously saying, “Why bite Daddy? Don’t bite people.”

As soon as Little Yanyan let go, she began crying again, “Waah—big bad guy—”

Gu Chen looked at the deep teeth marks on his hand, saliva mixed with blood. The corner of his mouth twitched. His daughter must be like a dog—afraid of him but not to be trifled with.

He recalled Gu Zijia’s final temperament—probably from long-term shouting and scolding at home, growing timid and fearful. He even experienced bullying at school and dropped out early.

Compared to the timid, suicidal Gu Zijia, Gu Chen thought this kind of spirit was better.

Edgy, defiant, ready to fight!

Thinking this, Gu Chen chuckled softly, showing no anger, casually wiping his hand on his clothes.

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