I Don’t Want to Be Turned into a Girl by Magic

Chapter 276 : Hard to Read Her Thoughts

The area where Lin Nan's hometown was located could actually be considered a tourist region.

For example, there was the beach she had visited with her mother before.

Besides that, there was also the Jinggang Mountain Tourist Scenic area, but apart from these two places, Lin Nan had never heard of anything else.

The farmhouse Chen Yao mentioned was also in the vicinity of the Jinggang Mountain scenic area. Usually during the New Year period after paying visits to relatives, many people were willing to take a trip to the surrounding scenic spots. Add to that the lantern exhibition that lasted several days every year during Lantern Festival, and these farmhouses could make a killing. But now during the epidemic, they could only suffer in their farmhouses, staring at the empty roads and worrying.

This scenic area wasn't far from Lin Nan's grandfather's house. Half an hour by motorbike... if this were a big city, this distance probably wouldn't even get you out of a single district.

Chen Yao rode the motorbike to the foot of the scenic area's mountain and glanced at the road entrance blocked off by sheet metal, letting out a long sigh.

As expected, it still wasn't open.

Never mind the scenic area not being open, even the farmhouses didn't dare to open. Even if they hoped in their hearts for customers to come, when they actually saw customers, they could only chase them away.

Lin Nan and Chen Yao, having been shooed out the door, looked at each other. Chen Yao could only touch his nose, feeling quite embarrassed.

"I thought it wasn't that serious anymore." He laughed awkwardly. "I saw lots of people running around in the county town, so I figured this remote suburban area should have even fewer problems."

"Then let's just walk around." Lin Nan didn't care about any lantern exhibition. Walking beside Chen Yao, she smiled and said, "You coming to keep me company is better than me staying at Grandfather's house with my relatives."

As long as those unfamiliar relatives were present, Lin Nan wouldn’t be able to relax.

She didn't like at all how those relatives talked loudly in dialect, always finding it noisy and chaotic, like a flock of ducks quacking endlessly by her ears.

"If you don't like those relatives, just don't see them. But if you ever need to ask them for help in the future, it probably won't be easy to talk to them." Chen Yao held onto the motorbike, slowly accompanying Lin Nan on a stroll along this country road.

He lowered his head and glanced at Lin Nan's increasingly mature and lovely face, and his heartbeat inexplicably quickened.

If he didn't have to push this motorbike, he would have already reached out to hold Lin Nan's hand.

"There probably won't be any need for them to help," Lin Nan mumbled. "When it really comes to needing their help, my mom's face definitely carries more weight than mine."

"Besides, don't I still have you?" She raised her head to look at Chen Yao, but her face flushed red again, and she lowered her head to stare at the asphalt road.

One side of this small road was the mountain, and the other side was fields stretching as far as the eye could see. Lin Nan looked around in a fluster, but then spotted an old farmer in the distant field smoking a cigarette, watching the two of them with a smile.

This made Lin Nan even more embarrassed, actually giving her the illusion of being caught in the act.

The two fell silent for a moment before Lin Nan finally couldn't hold back and asked curiously, "What have you been doing these past few days? You don’t message me a lot."

Getting along with Lin Nan, Chen Yao felt his palms sweating, but on the surface he maintained a calm and composed demeanor as he answered, "I’ve been learning to cook from my dad at the restaurant."

"What are you learning to cook for?" Lin Nan had never expected this answer.

She had always thought Chen Yao had been playing games these past few days, or messing around with videos to upload to Bilibili. She never imagined it would be cooking?

Before Chen Yao could answer, Lin Nan asked with a skeptical expression, "Don't tell me you want to become a chef in the future? You don't have that talent, right?" She still clearly remembered the egg Chen Yao had fried for her before.

It was just a simple fried egg, yet he had fried it until it was burnt black. If it hadn't been sandwiched in toast, she probably couldn't have eaten it at all.

She was also worried that saying it tasted bad directly would ruin Chen Yao's good intentions, otherwise she would have brought this up long ago.

Chen Yao smiled bitterly and answered, "No, I just thought that if you get sick again in the future, I can't just order takeout every day like last time, right?"

"Even if it's not as good as what's outside, at least homemade food is nutritious, and the ingredients are fresher too, right?" Lin Nan was about to nod in agreement with his thinking when she heard him continue:

"And if you get pregnant and have a baby in the future, I can't just spend some money to dump you in a postpartum care center, or dump you with my mom and not care anymore, right? Ow! Okay okay, I'll stop!"

He stopped walking and lifted his foot to rub his calf that Lin Nan had kicked, grimacing in pain.

Today Lin Nan was wearing women's small leather shoes, which were who knows how many times more powerful than the sneakers and slippers she usually wore.

If she wore high heels in the future... Chen Yao felt a chill run down his spine.

But these small leather shoes really did look good on Lin Nan's legs.

While rubbing his own calf, Chen Yao's gaze couldn't help but look toward Lin Nan's shoes, then couldn't help but follow the shoes upward.

Wide-leg pants. Couldn't see her legs at all. Negative review. And they didn't match the red leather shoes either.

Lin Nan had left in too much of a hurry, only paying attention to fixing her hair, and forgot that these shoes were ones she had randomly put on when going downstairs.

Since the second floor and above of Grandfather's house were all tiled floors, all kinds of shoes were piled up at the first-floor stairway entrance. Honestly, Lin Nan didn't even know whose shoes these were that she had put on and walked off with.

But looking at the style, they should be her mother's shoes, and they were even a bit loose on her.

After all, that girl Liu Xinyi was the same as her former self, always mixing sneakers and white canvas shoes.

Further up...

"What are you looking at!" Lin Nan's appearance as she bent down and glared entered Chen Yao's field of vision.

"Nothing, mm." Chen Yao hurriedly straightened up and continued explaining with an awkward smile, "Anyway, learning to cook isn't a bad thing, right? I've got nothing to do staying at home during this time anyway, so learning one more skill is pretty good."

Lin Nan wanted to rebut him. It was precisely because this guy had a sudden whim to go learn cooking that she had spent ten yuan on novels alone these past few days. If Chen Yao had been chatting with her online every day, it wouldn't have been so boring.

But the words reached her lips and Lin Nan forcibly held them back, changing to a different phrasing: "I was worried you'd be pretty bored being alone at home these few days."

Chen Yao immediately shook his head and said, "Not at all. Learning to cook is just a bit tiring. Having to learn cooking during the day, sometimes having to deliver food while I'm at it, and still having to video call you at night. I'm exhausted to death, how could I be bored?"

Sure enough, just a big pig trotter!

He had just finished speaking when he saw Lin Nan's delicate eyebrows glaring at him furiously.

Scratching his head in confusion, Chen Yao still didn't know what he had said wrong.

But having seen plenty at home, he had also learned his father's approach and immediately lowered his head: "My bad, my bad."

Lin Nan let out a long sigh, completely losing hope in this straight man of steel. She could only say with a red face, turning her head away, somewhat bashfully getting straight to the point: "Just stop learning how to cook. Wouldn't it be nice to chat with me online more when you have time?"

Chen Yao naturally nodded without hesitation, only then suddenly realizing that what Lin Nan had been saying in such a roundabout way before wasn't actually her worrying about him being bored.

Why were Lin Nan’s thoughts harder to read than any other girl?