Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 442: Saying One Thing, Meaning Another

Chapter 442: Chapter 442: Saying One Thing, Meaning Another

After bartering, Gu Zhuo was no longer that afraid of Gu Chi.

While preparing the ingredients, Gu Zhuo even told Tuanzi to go play and that he could handle things.

Tuanzi obediently left the kitchen, but a few minutes later, she tiptoed back quietly, holding onto the door frame with both hands and poking her round little head out.

She saw the fox and the rabbit working on the ingredients while chatting. Oh wait, it was actually her cousin and her cousin-in-law collaborating harmoniously.

Her big eyes were filled with confusion.

[Miaomiao: Cousin used to be a bit afraid of Brother Gu Chi, but how come they’re getting along so well now?]

Did something happen while she didn’t know?

The system couldn’t help but sigh.

[Ancient Martial System: While you were watching an animation, they struck a deal.]

Tuanzi: "?"

[Miaomiao: I did hear them talking at the time.]

[Ancient Martial System: Then why didn’t you catch what they were saying? Obviously, you were too focused on the animation. In the future, if someone ambushes you while you’re watching a cartoon, they’ll definitely succeed.]

In the past, Master would often ambush the host during meals, as it was the only time host would let her guard down. Now, there was also animation.

Now, the system understood why Gu Cheng strictly regulated how much TV the host could watch.

Modern temptations are just too many!

Tuanzi guiltily fiddled with her fingers, her little eyes darting around.

She no longer dared to peek at Gu Chi and Gu Zhuo and dashed outside to practice martial arts.

More martial arts practice helps dispel guilt, and by noon, she deserved to reward herself with two bowls of rice!

During lunch, Tuanzi was especially focused on eating, leading Gu Chi and Gu Zhuo to eat another bowl each as well.

Compared to the energetic Tuanzi, the two adults actually got less exercise, so now they had to walk around the yard to digest.

Seeing them look so full, Tuanzi, who still had energy to spare, sat munching an apple and giggled, openly mocking them.

Gu Zhuo wasn’t quite familiar with Tuanzi yet, and he was naturally a bit reserved. Hearing Tuanzi’s laughter made him somewhat embarrassed, frequently adjusting his black-framed glasses, his fair skin turning a shade of red.

Gu Chi remained much calmer.

He well understood his sister’s personality, knowing that as long as one was thick-skinned enough, her teasing was harmless. Besides, if he wished, he could counterattack anytime, as her weaknesses were very obvious.

Glancing at Tuanzi teasing him from the doorway, Gu Chi whispered, "The scene at lunch, didn’t it inspire you?"

Gu Zhuo: "?"

Gu Chi laughed, "I’ll go back and make a painting called ’The Heroine Eatings’."

Only then did Gu Zhuo understand.

"Then I’ll make a pottery figure of Miaomiao eating?"

Gu Chi nodded in satisfaction.

"I’ll reserve one, and I’ll trade a painting with you."

Initially, Gu Zhuo felt a bit reluctant, but upon hearing this, he nodded again.

Tuanzi still had to level up her skills, and she spent the afternoon practicing a new manual.

As a beginner tackling a new manual, her movements were understandably rough. With her short stature and arms, some suave moves looked quite comical when she did them.

Gu Chi stood nearby, arms crossed, occasionally murmuring, "Did this move inspire you? It inspired me."

Of course, Gu Zhuo didn’t have that many inspirations.

His main field was being a graduate student in archaeology; making clay figures was just a hobby he indulged in occasionally for fun. Sometimes, when feeling down, he’d use it to de-stress. Gu Chi was a professional painter, often going out for inspiration, which was a different nature.

However, remembering their agreement, whenever Gu Chi got inspired to paint, he’d trade with Gu Zhuo. Accordingly, he had to productively create something for the exchange.

Gu Zhuo forced himself to be inspired.

By the time he was leaving in the evening, he left with a pile of tasks.

At the bus station waiting for the bus, Gu Zhuo came to realize, "Actually, I could have said no, right?"

He wanted to trade, but there was no need to accept so much work.

Back at the Gu Mansion, he was practically led by the nose by Gu Chi.

"Indeed, he is quite intimidating."

Yet, looking down at the painting he held, Gu Zhuo thought, even if that painter was intimidating, he would still continue interacting with him for the sake of art.

Gu Zhuo soon returned to his rental apartment and, upon opening the door, smelled disinfectant. Upon closer inspection, the house had been thoroughly cleaned, windows open, allowing the evening breeze carrying floral scents inside. He saw Mr. Tianluo leisurely sitting on the sofa playing with his phone.

"You stayed longer this time."

Gu Zhuo changed his shoes, still clutching the painting, and prepared to head to his room, "Have you had dinner?"

The young man, playing on his phone, glanced at what Gu Zhuo was holding, guessing it was a painting.

"Not yet, didn’t they keep you for dinner?"

"I said I wanted to come back."

Gu Zhuo paused and thought for a moment, "If you’re not in a hurry to leave, want to order takeout together?"

He couldn’t cook, and as far as he knew, his brother only knew how to make fitness meals.

"Sure."

Gu Li opened a takeout app, casually picked a place, and pretended to ask unintentionally, "What are you holding?"

"A painting," Gu Zhuo looked at his room, found it not suitable, and decided to hang it in the living room. He regretted not bringing a smaller painting, as it could have sat on the table, "See where it fits best."

He removed the dust cover, revealing the painting’s true form—a little girl sneaking the fridge open, a cookie in her mouth, her little head tilted as if checking if anyone was coming.

Gu Li stared at the painting, his expression changing several times.

When his brother turned his head, he averted his gaze and dryly said, "Barely passable."

"Are you talking about the painting technique?"

Gu Zhuo frowned, slightly disagreeing, "Mr. Gu’s technique is excellent. Don’t you think Miaomiao is about to crawl out of the painting?"

Gu Li: "...That description sounds like the beginning of a horror movie."

He quickly glanced at the painted little girl and dryly added, "At least she doesn’t look scary enough."

Gu Zhuo: "..." Today, he still didn’t understand what his brother was trying to express. It seemed their twin telepathy had failed them.

While having dinner later, Gu Zhuo mentioned his cousin’s request.

"If I visit often, she can watch cartoons more frequently."

Gu Li glanced at him, "Are you a tool?"

Gu Zhuo remained calm, "I’m willing."

The rebellious youth didn’t say a word.

After dinner, once everything was cleaned up, Gu Zhuo took his brother to the bus station.

"Are you coming over next week?"

The young man had his back to his older brother. Upon hearing this, his eyes brightened, but he controlled his expression, turned back, and replied with slight impatience, "Didn’t cleaning for you once suffice?"

"Oh," Gu Zhuo opened his mouth, "I didn’t mean that. I was wondering if you’d like to visit Miaomiao together..."

Under his brother’s impatient gaze, Gu Zhuo swallowed his words and quickly changed his tone, "Study well, no need to visit me. I’m doing fine."

Gu Li: "..."

Gu Zhuo urged, "The bus is here, get on."