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

Chapter 627 Dawn (33)

With Jing Chen gone, Yan Zhen began to manage her daily life independently.

With a month to go before the start of the school year, Yan Zhen plans to take a horse riding lesson and learn to ride a horse before school starts.

Yuncheng's economic development is much better than Haicheng's, and there are more sports courses to choose from. After comparing them, Yan Zhen chose a female coach, bought the course, signed a contract, and began his days of training from early morning to late at night.

She was busy with her own things and treated the Yan family as roommates living under the same roof. She would greet them when she saw them, but rarely interacted with them otherwise.

She doesn't provoke others, but she can't help it when others don't like her.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Yan Zhen got up, washed up, packed his backpack, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Chu Huian only drinks black coffee in the morning. Yan Yi is not at home, and only Yan Yuxi is at the dining table.

Breakfast was a sandwich, and there was only one. Yan Zhen put his backpack on the dining chair and went into the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang was cleaning the vegetable sink when she heard footsteps. She turned around and saw that it was Yan Zhen. She didn't say a word and turned back to continue what she was doing.

Yan Zhen took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and said to Aunt Zhang while drinking it, "Aunt Zhang, please cook me a bowl of noodles."

Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "I'm sorry, miss, we're out of noodles at home. I was just about to go out and buy some today."

"Then make a sandwich."

"We're out of sandwiches too." Aunt Zhang was very kind. "I'll cook you some porridge. I'm quick at it; it'll be ready in forty minutes."

Yan Zhen's equestrian lesson starts at 8:30. It takes her at least 40 minutes to ride there. It's 7:20 now, and she'll be late if she waits for her porridge.

"Never mind," Yan Zhen said. She put the bottled water in her bag, picked up her bag, and quickly went out.

When Yan Zhen got on his bicycle and went out, he met Chu Huian, who was doing her morning exercise in the yard.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, and Yan Zhen stopped the car: "Aunt Zhang said there are no noodles or sandwiches at home, and it will take forty minutes to get porridge. Let's raise the price of groceries. We can't let you come back and not even be able to have breakfast."

Chu Huian: "..."

After spending the day at the horse farm, Yan Zhen rode his bicycle back to the Yan family home in the evening.

August is the hottest time of year in Yuncheng. Yan Zhen was sweating profusely from cycling when she received a voice message from Jing Chen as she entered the house. She opened it casually, and Jing Chen's voice came through: "It's hot these days, drink more water, but don't eat anything cold, or your period cramps will return..."

Aunt Zhang passed by Yan Zhen carrying kitchen waste and keenly noticed the words "menstrual period" and "stomach ache." She turned around and glanced at Yan Zhen.

The next day, when Yan Zhen went downstairs for breakfast, Aunt Zhang cooked her a bowl of noodles.

Yan Zhen took a bite, put down his chopsticks, and asked, "Aunt Zhang, are we out of salt?"

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen, her attitude friendly: "Miss, what's wrong?"

"Try it." Yan Zhen pushed the bowl of noodles in front of her.

Aunt Zhang picked up a noodle with her chopsticks and tasted it. Then she exaggeratedly slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "Oh dear, look at my memory! I forgot to put salt in... Miss, please wait a moment, I'll cook you a new bowl."

Yan Zhen looked at her with a half-smile: "Is forty minutes enough?"

"Cooking noodles is quick, less than forty minutes." Aunt Zhang said without changing her expression as she carried the bowl of noodles back to the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, Aunt Zhang brought out a bowl of noodles, but Yan Zhen was nowhere to be seen in the restaurant.

She put the noodles on the table and went to the third floor to find someone.

Aunt Zhang had just left when Yan Yi came down from the second floor.

Seeing a bowl of noodles on the table, Yan Yi sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.

But after just one bite, he immediately frowned, grabbed a napkin, and spat the noodles onto it.

"Aunt Zhang! Aunt Zhang?"

Aunt Zhang couldn't find Yan Zhen on the third floor, so she heard someone calling her and rushed downstairs. She saw Yan Yi sitting at the dining table, and there were signs that the table had been touched. Her expression stiffened slightly.

Why is this noodle so salty?

Aunt Zhang quickly composed herself, walked over and said, "It's Miss Zhen who wanted to eat this. She likes it salty and asked me to add more salt, but she had already left by the time I finished cooking it."

Upon hearing this, Yan Yi glanced at Aunt Zhang again.

"Sir, I'll cook you another bowl of noodles." Aunt Zhang stepped forward, cleared away the bowls of noodles, and headed to the kitchen.

Yan Yi watched her retreating figure, intending to say something, but remembering Yan Zhen's arrogant and dismissive attitude, he changed his mind.

He wanted to see how that little brat would handle the difficult behavior of the maid who had worked for the family for many years.

Yan Zhen spent half a day at the horse farm, and then went to the library in the afternoon.

After buying a few books at the library, Yan Zhen returned to the Yan family home in the late afternoon.

When she entered, Chu Huian had just returned from the beauty salon. Upon seeing Yan Zhen, she casually said, "I asked the auntie to make tangerine peel and mung bean soup. You should have some too; it's good for cooling down in the summer."

Yan Zhen was sweating profusely from the heat. Hearing this, he responded and went into the kitchen to prepare mung bean soup.

But just as she reached the kitchen door, Aunt Zhang came out with a bowl of mung bean soup and offered it to her solicitously: "Miss, have some mung bean soup."

Yan Zhen glanced at it and saw that the mung bean soup must have just been taken out of the refrigerator. A thin layer of water droplets seeped out from the bowl, and a few pieces of ice were floating in the bowl.

Today's high temperature is 37 degrees Celsius. Aunt Zhang knew that she had just come back from outside and was steaming hot, but she still brought out a bowl of chilled mung bean soup with ice added.

If you drink this bowl, you'll get diarrhea.

Yan Zhen didn't take the bowl of soup: "I don't like cold drinks, have another one."

Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "Don't you drink bottled water from the fridge every morning? I thought you young people like to drink cold things, so I specially chilled it for you..."

“I said,” Yan Zhen interrupted her, “I don’t like cold drinks, get me a different bowl.”

Aunt Zhang was slightly taken aback, and her expression immediately became a little embarrassed. She turned around and went back to get a bowl of room-temperature mung bean soup.

By evening, the bedtime milk delivered to Yan Zhen's room had gone cold, and Yan Zhen didn't drink it.

The next morning, when Yan Zhen was having breakfast, she found that her soy milk had turned cold, so she went to find Chu Huian.

“If the nanny can’t solve this problem for me, I’m going back to Haicheng today.”

Chu Huian frowned as she looked at the soy milk in Zhang's hand and said, "I reminded Aunt Zhang a couple of days ago, why is she still like this?"

Yan Zhen asked, "You can't control the nanny you hired?"

Chu Hui paused for a moment and said, "The nanny is a distant relative of your father."

Yan Zhen immediately understood that to solve the nanny problem, he would have to ask Yan Yi to step in.

Yan Zhen recalled Yan Yi's face, which always looked at her with an air of superiority and scrutiny. She guessed that if she went to him, he might help her, but he would definitely mock her first.

Yan Zhen was silent for a moment, then asked Chu Huian, "Who pays Aunt Zhang's salary?"

"Me," Chu Huian said, "I get paid on the 12th of every month."

Today is the 9th.

Yan Zhen reached out his hand: "Give me her salary, and I'll pay it for her from now on."

Chu Huian hesitated.

“If you don’t agree, I’ll call my brother now and have him come pick me up and take me home.”