Chapter 177: 177, My cousin cooks very deliciously (posted at the fourth night watch)

Ji Mingqian was puzzled, "Who is it?"

They were wrapped up just as tightly as he was; how could he tell who it was?

On their side, Jiang Yisheng finished checking out, turned his head towards the two of them, and asked, "Do you want to buy anything else?"

With the gentle sound of his voice, Ji Mingqian’s gaze flickered.

Jiang Yisheng?

Ye Jiuliang replied with a light smile, "No need, let’s go."

"Give me the bag, I’ll carry it." Jiang Yisheng reached out to take the shopping bag from Ye Jiuliang and said warmly.

Ji Mingqian picked up the remaining bags and, out of the corner of his eye, saw someone taking pictures of them with a phone and said in a low voice, "Let’s get moving, we’ve been recognized."

Well aware of the fans’ frenzy for paparazzi shots, Jiang Yisheng quickened his pace.

Driving back to Mo Garden, Li Mochan hadn’t returned yet.

Knowing that Ji Mingqian was an outgoing person, Ye Jiuliang carried the suitcase and the teddy bear upstairs.

"Do you want water?" Jiang Yisheng took off his hat and mask, tossed them onto the sofa, and removed his sunglasses to reveal those bright green eyes.

"Just make yourself at home, no need to be polite."

Ji Mingqian also removed his disguise, sweating profusely from wearing a hat and mask in the heat of summer.

He looked at Jiang Yisheng and asked, "Do you have any ice beer here?"

Jiang Yisheng paused, "No, but we have chilled fruit juice, do you want some?"

"That’ll do," Ji Mingqian nodded.

Jiang Yisheng, carrying the shopping bag, headed to the kitchen, "Then wait here for a moment."

The seven or eight shopping bags would take a couple of trips to organize.

Ji Mingqian, carrying a few of the bags, followed him into the kitchen.

"This place is so big, don’t you have a maid?"

Placing the items on the table, Jiang Yisheng smiled in response to his question, "There is one, but she only takes care of cleaning and doesn’t stay here. My cousin doesn’t like strangers living here."

Ji Mingqian hummed affirmatively and, without any hesitation, reached into the fridge for a can of fruit juice, twisting the cap off and tilting his head back to drink.

Jiang Yisheng took out the items from the bag one by one, placing them in the fridge and struck up a casual conversation, "Weren’t you filming in S city?"

Cooled by the chilled fruit juice, driving away the heat, Ji Mingqian contentedly squinted his eyes, "We just wrapped up."

"So many chili peppers?" Jiang Yisheng was organizing the contents of the shopping bag and noticed several jars of chili peppers, expressing slight surprise.

Ji Mingqian tossed the bottle into the trash can, "Hotpot has to be spicy to be delicious." He reached for a shopping bag and helped him organize.

"Who bought the cake? Is it someone’s birthday?" Ji Mingqian, noticing the cake at the top layer, asked nonchalantly.

Jiang Yisheng answered, "No, it’s a cake my cousin made for Jiuliang."

Hearing this, Ji Mingqian had a strange expression on his face, "Li Mochan made it?"

Was his cake even edible?

Jiang Yisheng glanced at him, as if seeing through the OS in his heart, his exquisite green eyes curved, "My cousin’s cooking is delicious."

"You’re his cousin, of course you would say that," Ji Mingqian remained skeptical.

Jiang Yisheng just smiled and said nothing.

After arranging the groceries, the two walked out to the living room.

Ye Jiuliang just came downstairs and suggested, "There are three of us, why not play Fight the Landlord?"

After saying this, he suddenly remembered that Jiang Yisheng was a black hole in games, "Yisheng, do you know how to play Fight the Landlord?"

"I do," Jiang Yisheng couldn’t help laughing and crying.

That was a game he knew how to play.

So, Ye Jiuliang fetched a deck of cards, and the three of them gathered in the living room to play Fight the Landlord.

"Straight." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"I’ll beat that."

"Bomb."

"Plane."

"Aqian, I’m really sorry," Ye Jiuliang finished off his cards and laughed, giving Jiang Yisheng a high-five.

His bright blonde head was plastered with white sticky notes, and Ji Mingqian glared at the two of them, "Did you two conspire against me on purpose?"

Whether he was the landlord or the peasant, he was the one getting schemed against.

They were clearly ganging up on him.

Jiang Yisheng’s eyes curved in amusement as he took a sticky note and directly plastered it to Ji Mingqian’s forehead.