Quick Transmigration: Leisure

evening.

When the birthday banquet was reorganized, Xia Yiliu invited several of her cousins ​​from the Tian family to come and celebrate. They had put in a lot of effort today, so she should thank them properly.

The main character, Xia Yibai, received many blessings.

His mother hugged him tightly and said she wouldn't let him go.

At the same time, it was announced that the competition between the two Xia brothers had entered a new stage, and today the second brother, Xia, had won a great victory.

Because he provided crucial clues and defined the nature of the event, they were able to gain the moral high ground.

Tomorrow, I will also wholeheartedly care for the eldest.

Xia Yisong was completely convinced. Only later did he learn that the letter had been hidden among his father's books and piled up in the study.

He wasn't without a chance to see it.

It was only because he was obsessed with hunting and had a purely utilitarian mindset when it came to his homework that he missed that leisurely book.

However, there was also an element of fate involved. When Xia Yibai opened that book, the letter inside fell out and separated from the envelope. It was hard for him to miss it when he picked it up.

later,

He had also tentatively mentioned his great-grandfather to Xia Liangjun, but seeing that the other party looked unwell, he assumed that his father did not want to talk about the past, so he gave up.

Looking back now, my father seemed bewildered and helpless.

He had very little interaction with those people.

After a hearty meal and drinks, the family began to count the gifts.

this time,

Xia Liangjun also temporarily added a lot of ancestral items to Xia Yibai's collection.

Most of the items were books, buried beneath the dilapidated house, covered only by a drafty study. The family would carefully take turns descending into the cellar to explore, each carrying a candle. The dusty boxes, when opened, were dazzlingly bright, filled with clean and neatly arranged books of all kinds.

"These are my old treasures. They're not very helpful for my studies and could easily lead to misunderstandings, so I've kept them buried underground," Xia Liangjun explained softly.

“In the past, Song’er would come over occasionally to clean the dust, and we would move everything to a large study to organize it when someone became successful. Now, Bai’er is in charge of managing it all.”

"In addition, your uncle has already taken a look at the location of the new study, but it's not time to start construction yet, which is why we couldn't see it today."

Xia Yibo listened with great interest.

He certainly loved books more than his two brothers, and he was happy to explore their mysteries, whether they were miscellaneous or serious books.

However, he never managed to surpass his older brother in his studies, so he never dared to pursue this interest. But after taking a break from school in recent years, he has caught up on his schoolwork and begun seeking out more and richer books. Now that his family has taken his hobby seriously, he is content and feels a sense of elation that has taken flight to who knows where.

Xia Youmi's face was full of interest.

She had already spotted some extraordinary books such as "The Book of Strange Things", "Miscellaneous Morsels from Youyang", "The Art of War", and "The Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing".

He secretly decided that once he started learning, he would definitely follow his second brother.

My mother's gift was a set of calligraphy supplies, which was blessed and was extraordinary.

Judging from the birthday gifts prepared by his parents, they were fully aware of his second brother's hobbies.

Poor Xia Yibai still thought he had kept it a secret very well.

Little did they know that everyone was repeatedly breaking through his outer shell.

especially,

The eldest brother also took out a new book bag made of deerskin.

The third brother presented a beautifully hand-carved book box.

His three younger sisters' wishes all touched his heart, making this man, who was usually not keen on expressing himself, blush deeply.

He remained unconscious until the next day.

But Xia Yisong had already changed back into his usual clothes and gone out hunting early in the morning.

This sense of relaxation left Xia Yibo, who had gotten up early to serve his elder brother, empty-handed.

When he realized what had happened, he felt incredibly stupid.

They actually lost!

Being touched by the boss's gift proves that the other person put in more effort.

Will the small gift I prepared be enough to win back some points today?

My mother has already declared that she will favor different people on different birthdays, isn't that another kind of fairness?

If he can't win emotionally, then having the third brother in the team is already a loss.

Xia Yibai wanted to cry but had no tears.

He could only focus all his efforts on Tian Chaoyu, trying to steal the eldest son's place in showing filial piety to their mother today. He also accompanied the couple to the Tian family to thank the clan chief, and then went to the village chief's house, completely controlling Xia Yisong's usual eldest son demeanor.

At least they managed to turn things around a little.

He also took on the task of assisting his younger sister, something that Xia Yiliu and Tian Chaoyu had previously done, but Xia Yibai was still worried and kept a close eye on things himself.

His role was obvious. As the brother who had grown up with him the longest, Xia Yibo easily grasped Xia Yisong's little preferences.

It provided Xia Youqing with countless new ideas.

In the past, my older brother was never a picky eater; he would eat everything his family cooked.

But no one knew that he actually had a preference.

Knowing his own advantages, Xia Yibo finally stood tall and even made a bowl of noodles himself.

Noon.

Xia Yisong returned carrying a full load of prey.

The first thing he was greeted by was a bowl of "longevity noodles" that were of varying thickness, cloudy in color, bubbling, and with an unclear aroma.

"Where is my younger sister? Is she feeling unwell today?"

Ignoring Xia Yibo's expectant smile, Xia Yisong turned to ask his third brother, who was standing to the side.

He saw that his own undercover agent was completely captivated by the bowl of noodles, unable to look away, and even wanted to try it.

"Third brother, are you alright?"

"Big brother, I'm fine, hurry! This is noodles that your second brother cooked for you personally, even though he got several blisters."

"Yes, it's still warm!"

Xia Yisong was both amused and exasperated, suspecting this was his second brother's revenge.

I wanted to knock him down so he wouldn't have to be filial to his mother, and then I could win the match myself.

What a vicious mind!

"I, I'm not hungry."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Brother, you went up the mountain before dawn and brought back so much game. How could you not be hungry! Don't push yourself and ruin your health!" Xia Yibai advised earnestly.

A group of people were standing around him, all waiting for him to eat.

Helpless, he could only shakily pick up the bowl of noodles, preparing to take a bite without tasting it.

hiss--

"Big brother, don't get burned!"

While giving her instructions, Xia Youmi couldn't help but exchange a mischievous smile and a wink with Xia Yibo.

This made Xia Yisong even more nervous.

"I...remember to invite my great-uncle over! Mom, you promised to take care of me today, you have to wait until I wake up before serving dinner!"

"Okay, just eat in peace!"

Xia Yisong prepared herself for diarrhea and decided that, in order to show her friendliness, she could not make any vomiting movements and had to eat with a happy expression.

“Slurp, slurp—”

Xia Yisong's eating of noodles was extremely unrefined, many times more exaggerated than usual.

But it's definitely a compliment to a chef.

He swallowed too quickly at first, not having time to savor it properly. It wasn't until the aroma of the noodle soup entered his mouth that he realized something was wrong.

But with both hands raised high, the movement was already unstoppable.

"Glug glug, clang!" Xia Yisong finished all the noodles and soup.

In fact, because the bowl was so clean and smooth, not a single crumb was left.

His bowl of noodles made all the entrustment he had just made seem like a joke.

"how!"

"Should we still ask your great-uncle for help?"