Go crazy, who can be crazier than you? [Villainous Female Supporting Character]

Sang Ling was shocked, stunned, and devastated.

This was different from what she thought.

Fu Zhirang watched as she suddenly changed her expression, took away the plate, and even snatched the half-eaten lettuce leaf from his hand.

Her soft, pretty face tightened, and she glanced at him with a less-than-pleasant expression before turning and walking away.

"Come with me when you're full."

Fu Zhirang, who had only eaten two leaves, was speechless.

Fu Zhirang followed Sang Ling out of the room and finally saw the whole view of the cabin, as well as the large vegetable garden outside.

Sang Ling led him to the vegetable garden, handed him a weeding tool, and pointed to the vegetables, saying, "From now on, you'll be in charge of weeding."

Fu Zhirang held the sickle, his brows furrowed slightly.

Although he had amnesia, he inexplicably felt that he wasn't the kind of person who would do such a thing before.

Watching the little girl's departing figure, Fu Zhirang frowned and hesitated for a moment. His tall and slender figure seemed out of place standing in the vegetable garden.

In the end, Fu Zhirang still clumsily finished weeding the vegetable patch.

Who told him to be living under someone else's roof now?

After weeding, he looked up and found the little girl squatting under the eaves, staring at him for who knows how long.

There was a cat and a dog squatting next to her.

A man, a cat, and a dog each had a piece of lettuce in their mouths, staring at him while chewing.

Fu Zhirang paused slightly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead from his labor. He turned his head to look at the ripe vegetables in the garden next door.

"Where is the kitchen?" Fu Zhirang asked Sang Ling as he walked over.

Sang Ling pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Fu Zhirang went into the vegetable garden, picked some fresh vegetables, and then went into the kitchen.

Wanting to see what he was up to, Sang Ling crouched outside the kitchen door and peered inside.

The cats and dogs followed her example, peeking inside.

Fu Zhirang walked around the kitchen and found that the kitchen utensils and ingredients were all complete but unopened.

He took out the only carton of eggs in the refrigerator and then pulled out a handful of noodles.

She skillfully boiled water in a pot.

When the fragrant tomato and egg noodles were ready, Sang Ling and her cats and dogs were completely captivated by the aroma.

Fu Zhirang served two bowls.

In the blink of an eye, a person, a cat, and a dog were each sitting on one side of the table.

Three pairs of eyes stared longingly at him... at the bowl in his hand.

For some reason, Fu Zhirang felt an absurd sense of powerlessness.

The noodles were served, and one of the bowls was placed in front of Sang Ling. She sat down and began to eat her own bowl.

Even when he was extremely hungry, Fu Zhirang ate slowly and methodically, his elegant and composed manner seemingly ingrained in his very being.

He merely frowned when he saw Sang Ling enjoying her meal across from him.

"Wang~"

The big dog sitting to his right barked. Fu Zhirang turned his head and saw a snow-white Samoyed staring at him with its tongue lolling out.

The dog's eyes gleamed with a clear stupidity.

Fu Zhirang was puzzled when Sang Ling took a moment to look up from the bowl amidst her busy schedule.

"Jiaojiao, your older brother and sister want to eat too."

"Brother and sister?" Fu Zhirang was slightly confused.

“Oh, this is my beautiful older sister.” Sang Ling pointed to the proud and beautiful calico cat, then to the snow-white and beautiful Samoyed. “This is my rich older brother.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhirang put down his chopsticks and bowl, his dark eyes fixed on the little girl, his lips pressed tightly together.

"You're comparing them to me?" Fu Zhirang's clear, cold voice carried a hint of annoyance.

"Otherwise?" Sang Ling asked blankly, stuffing noodles into her mouth.

She picked them all up, so why are they different?

Fu Zhirang's breath hitched, and he stared intently at Sang Ling for a few seconds before abruptly getting up and leaving.

You could feel his anger just by looking at his back.

Sang Ling looked at Fu Zhirang, then at the bewildered Mei Ren and Fu Gui.

After a moment of silence, he divided the noodles in Fu Zhirang's bowl among Meiren and Fugui, and then the man, the cat, and the dog buried their heads in the food and ate heartily.

After eating their fill, they looked up and showed the same satisfied expression in three photos.

So fragrant~

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, it took Sang Ling a while to remember to coax Mei Jiaojiao, who was inexplicably angry.

Jiaojiao is not only beautiful, but also a great cook, so it's understandable that she has a bit of a temper.

Forget it, I'll go and try to coax her.

Sang Ling searched the house and finally found Fu Zhirang in the yard.

He stood in front of the radish field, dressed in thin clothes, staring down at the radishes, his long eyelashes drooping down to cover his shimmering eyes.

His expression was unclear.

"Jiaojiao," Sang Ling called out as she stepped forward.

The other person only glanced at her lazily before turning back to continue staring at the radishes in the field.

He had a stern, handsome face, exuding an aloof and distant air.

Sang Ling leaned closer to look at him, then at the radish he was staring at, and gradually frowned, revealing a hint of worry.

"You absolutely have to eat it?"

The little girl's soft voice echoed in my ears, tinged with a hint of hesitation.

Fu Zhirang didn't want to pay attention to her, but the people next to him kept talking.

"Jiaojiao, the radish isn't ripe yet, you can't eat it." Sang Ling frowned and earnestly advised the person who insisted on eating the radish.

"Jiaojiao, how about you eat cucumber, or tomato?"

"Jiao..."

Sang Ling was still earnestly recommending other vegetables to Fu Zhirang when he suddenly interrupted her.

"Fu Zhirang." Fu Zhirang turned his head and gazed deeply into Sang Ling's eyes, his crimson lips slightly pursed, and added, "My name."

In order to avoid being called "Jiaojiao," he finally remembered his name after several days of effort.

Looking into Fu Zhirang's deep eyes, Sang Ling blinked, her clear eyes almost impossibly pure.

She nodded, her soft voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.

"Understood, Fu Jiaojiao."

Watching the person turn and leave without saying a word, Sang Ling's pale face was full of confusion.

Why are you angry again?

Could it be because she didn't give him any carrots?

Sang Ling looked down at the radishes in the field, her brows furrowing in confusion.

In the end, he picked the biggest radish, washed it, and sent it to Fu Zhirang. But when Fu Zhirang saw the radish, his expression turned even uglier.

They even threw the radish out.

Since even radish couldn't be appeased, Sang Ling had to find another way to make the other party feel warm in this home.

So she brought the cats and dogs to Fu Zhirang, pointed to the two little ones with their heads held high, and solemnly introduced them to him again.

"Jiaojiao, let me reintroduce you. This is my older sister, Meow Beauty, and this is my older brother, Dog Rich."

Look, even the beauties and the rich have changed their names so they can be like him.

The result was that a person, a cat, and a dog were all thrown out of the room.

After a while, Sang Ling got angry and sat cross-legged at the door, quietly chirping crickets with Mei Ren Fu Gui, her soft face full of anger.

The cats and dogs would also respond with a "woof" from you and a "meow" from me.

Just as Sang Ling was contemplating giving up on coaxing him and simply beating him up, the door behind her opened.

Fu Zhirang stood inside the house, looking down at the little girl on the ground. Even his expressionless face was incredibly beautiful.

He caught Sang Ling red-handed cricketing behind his back, but Sang Ling wasn't guilty at all. She raised her soft, white face to look at him.

Fu Zhirang glanced at her indifferently, then walked past her and left.

Before long, the aroma of food wafted over, and Sang Ling, rubbing her rumbling stomach, realized it was dinnertime.

Standing up and brushing off non-existent dust, Sang Ling casually sat down at the dining table, waiting for someone to serve the food.

I may be angry, but that doesn't mean I can miss eating.

When Fu Zhirang brought the food to the table, he only glanced at Sang Ling briefly, put down his chopsticks and bowl, and then placed the food he had prepared for Meiren and Fugui aside.

They weren't allowed to eat on the table.

Sang Ling glanced at the two animals happily eating on the ground, said nothing, and just buried her head in her rice.

Fu Zhirang sat opposite her and ate quietly.

Compared to Sang Ling, who wolfed down his food, he was as elegant as a nobleman, unhurried and unhurried.

Although Fu Zhirang remained aloof, he would cook for Sang Ling and grow vegetables with her.

A month passed just like that.

The newly planted seedlings in the vegetable garden have sprouted, and the people looking for Fu Zhirang have also arrived.

"Mr. Fu."