Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Bian Yuan spent the whole night and half a morning filming on the rooftop, and only packed up his equipment at eight o'clock the next morning, looking exhausted as he went downstairs to find something to eat.

When he came down, Zhou Rang was the only person on the first floor.

"Brother, where is Sister Ming?" Bian Yuan asked while pouring water to drink.

Zhou Rang was in the kitchen preparing ingredients for lunch. Without turning his head, he said, "I'm going out."

"You guys are up so early!" Bian Yuan asked with a grin. "Brother, is there anything to eat? I'm so hungry."

Zhou Rang replied coldly, "No."

"Oh, I see." Bian Yuan said helplessly, "Then I can only wait for my sister to come back and ask her to get me something to eat."

Zhou Rang turned around and looked at him coldly.

Bian Yuan felt a little intimidated when he was stared at by his intensely intimidating gaze.

I don't know why, even though this man looks only six, seven, eight, or nine years older than me, I always feel like I'm facing a very serious elder when I'm with him.

Bian Yuan was about to take back his previous statement when Zhou Rang said, "There are only noodles."

Bian Yuan's eyes lit up: "Noodles will do, thank you, brother!"

A short while later, Zhou Rang brought out a bowl of noodles from the kitchen and slammed it down in front of him, along with the chopsticks.

Before Bian Yuan could even say "thank you," Zhou Rang turned and left.

A fried egg rested on top of the noodles, and several green vegetables were laid out beside it. It looked delicious and appetizing. Bian Yuan, who had been hungry all night, was tempted and took a bite with his chopsticks.

The next moment, he suddenly vomited—it tasted extremely salty!

He suspected that Zhou Rang had poured the entire bag of salt in.

Hearing the noise, Zhou Rang turned his head and looked at Bian Yuan expressionlessly: "What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"

When Bian Yuan met his "you'll get a beating if you dare say it's not good" look, the "it's a little salty" that was on the tip of his tongue immediately turned into a lie.

"Delicious, so delicious!"

Zhou Rang then turned his head to continue processing the conch, and where Bian Yuan couldn't see, he pursed his lips slightly.

Hmph, brat!

Bian Yuan slept upstairs all day and didn't wake up until evening.

When he came downstairs, Zhou Rang was busy in the kitchen, and Yan Zhen had just put a dish of stir-fried razor clams on the table.

"You're awake. Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon."

When Bian Yuan saw the five dishes and one soup on the table, his mouth watered. He quickly agreed and turned to wash his hands.

At dinner, Bian Yuan devoured the food like a whirlwind, finishing a steamed fish in the blink of an eye. While eating, he mumbled, "This is so wonderful! I never thought I could have such a good dinner in this remote and impoverished place. I'm motivated to work hard tonight..."

Zhou Rang frowned, looking at the dishes that were originally made for Yan Zhen, two-thirds of which had ended up in Bian Yuan's stomach, and his face was full of displeasure.

After dinner, Yan Zhen cleaned up the kitchen, and Bian Yuan, who was strolling in the yard to digest his food, immediately waved to her: "Sister Ming!"

Yan Zhen walked out: "What?"

"Take a picture for me."

Bian Yuan handed her his phone, then climbed over the meter-high courtyard wall and took a solo photo with the sea, reddened by the setting sun, in the distance as the backdrop.

The photo from this angle has a beautiful artistic conception. Yan Zhen adjusted the focus and took more than a dozen photos for Bian Yuan.

After taking the photos, Bian Yuan jumped down from the wall and looked at them, exclaiming in surprise, "Not bad! You've practiced?"

"No, I just bought the camera to take pictures for fun."

Bian Yuan became interested: "What brand of camera do you use?"

"Nikon."

The two started discussing the camera, and soon began arguing.

Yan Zhen: "Nikon has a high dynamic range, I would call it the top for landscape photography!"

Bian Yuan: "Canon isn't bad either, their colors are so beautiful, and they can output images straight out of the camera without any problems."

Yan Zhen: "Come on, the color looks one way on the Canon screen, but it looks completely different when you import it to the computer. It's not called a 'screw screen' for nothing. Besides, it's too bulky. A full-frame camera with a telephoto lens is impossible to operate with one hand."

Bian Yuan: "You make it sound like Nikon is so lightweight, but when it comes to lightweight, Sony is the way to go."

Yan Zhen: "What brand do you use?"

Bian Yuan: "Leica."

Yan Zhen: "..."

What's the point of a gamer with six-figure high-end equipment arguing with a newbie like her who uses an entry-level machine?

When Bian Yuan saw Yan Zhen's disdainful expression, as if she had been accused of being pretentious, he was immediately amused. He put a hand on her shoulder and winked at her, "Want to try out a Leica? I'll lend it to you."

"Forget it, I can't afford to pay for it if I break it."

"It's not that easy to break, and even if it does, you won't have to pay for it."

Yan Zhen shook his arm off his shoulder: "Didn't you say that the equipment is Digital Dog's second wife and not to be lent out? Why are you so eager to lend it to me?"

Bian Yuan said glibly, "It's because I like you. It's rare to meet such a beautiful older sister who is just my type."

After he finished speaking, he felt a cold wind blow past his back. He involuntarily shrank his neck and asked Yan Zhen, "Don't you feel a chill down your back?"

"No," Yan Zhen said in surprise.

After she finished speaking, the two of them thought of something at the same time and turned around to see that Zhou Rang had come out at some point, holding a plate of fruit, and was standing behind Bian Yuan.

Bian Yuan was startled and almost knocked over the fruit plate in his hands in his haste.

Seeing Zhou Rang's unfriendly expression, Bian Yuan chuckled dryly, "...Brother, you're out for some fresh air too, haha."

Zhou Rang reached out to protect the fruit plate, ignoring him, and squeezed between the two of them. Seemingly without making a sound, but actually with a deeper meaning, he pushed Bian Yuan aside and said to Yan Zhen, "Eat some fruit."

Bian Yuan: "..."

Zhou Rang's deliberate jostling ignited Bian Yuan's stubbornness. He reached for the grapes on the fruit plate and said, "I want to eat fruit too."

Zhou Rang moved the fruit plate aside and said, "There's some in the fridge. Wash it yourself if you want to eat it."

His intentions were quite clear, and Bian Yuan, who was impervious to both soft and hard approaches and relied on sweet talk to win over both men and women, had never been treated like this before.

He walked around to Yan Zhen's side, leaned close to her, and deliberately spoke in a high-pitched voice, "Sister Ming, does my brother have some misunderstanding about me? He doesn't seem to like me very much."

Yan Zhen's gaze swept back and forth between Zhou Rang, whose face had darkened, and Bian Yuan, who was all smiles and teasing. He could vaguely smell the tension between the two.

Recalling Zhou Rang's unhappy behavior since he met Bian Yuan yesterday, she immediately realized that Zhou Rang was jealous.

Currently, her relationship with Zhou Rang is progressing too slowly. This is partly due to Zhou Rang's slow-burning and cautious nature, and partly due to the peaceful life on the fishing island.

Emotions without ups and downs can easily become so bland that people overlook their existence.

Perhaps she could use the surrounding environment to stimulate Zhou Yang and speed up the progress bar.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen smiled and echoed Bian Yuan's words: "Is that so strange? You're so noisy, I find you annoying."

Bian Yuan glared at her: "You find me annoying, yet you've been nagging me for so long?"

"Isn't it because you insisted on keeping me company and having a chat?"

"you……"

The two seemed to be arguing, but the atmosphere was more like flirting. Zhou Rang couldn't stand it anymore and coughed to get their attention.

"Xiaowei, the kitchen is simmering white fungus soup. Could you go in and check if it's done yet?"