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Chapter 490 - 489: Mu Qiu Team’s Performance Room

Li Yang looked blankly at Qiu Shuang and asked, "What is sis saying?"

"She said," he gestured along, grinning mischievously, "Are your ears deaf? You haven’t heard a word for ages."

Li Yang: "But I’m deaf."

"No problem, she doesn’t know. Both of you are deaf, she can’t tell if you can hear or not."

The woman sitting at the table saw that they were still giggling in front of her at such a serious moment!

She suddenly slapped the table, scaring the two.

"Sit down!"

The two of them immediately squatted in a horse stance, sitting on air chairs.

The woman gave both of them a hefty slap on the arm; even her voice was shaking as she spoke.

"Let’s be serious. You came here like this today; have you thought about my feelings?! You’re brothers!"

The two obediently sitting on the air chairs exchanged glances.

Li Yang: What’s she saying?

Qiu Shuang: Is being brothers a big influence on this?

Qiu Shuang pulled out a sketchpad he carried and wrote a sentence for her to see.

[Sis, are we as brothers only allowed one person to play an instrument?]

Mu Qiu: "......Wearing a suit like you’re meeting the parents, and you’re actually just here to tell me you want to play instruments?!"

She paused and said, "I was even thinking the moment I saw you two, who’s here to meet the parents!"

Qiu Shuang: "...Sis, have you been at home watching something extraordinary? I’ve told you, go out more, clear your mind."

"Your mouth moves so fast, can’t you slow down?!"

"Okay——I’ll——say——let——you——"

"Hey!" Li Yang couldn’t take it anymore and stood up, "This isn’t how we agreed it would be! We agreed I would play the role of a deaf star who loves music immensely, but you won’t let me speak!"

"I’m not playing anymore!"

Saying so, he was about to walk off angrily, Mu Qiu and Qiu Shuang immediately changed their expressions and each grabbed an arm of his.

Mu Qiu stopped speaking too, and followed Qiu Shuang’s lead with sign language.

"Don’t rush, don’t rush, what do you want to play? We’ll play with you."

Li Yang understood the sign language and, following their actions, retreated to sit on the only chair.

"Then, I want to play the barbecue game."

The other two weren’t surprised at all, it seemed as if they had played this game countless times.

Qiu Shuang spoke kindly, writing in shorthand on the sketchpad: [Then play this, what do you want to be?]

Li Yang pondered animatedly for a moment and said, "I want to be a corn on the cob. You be a roasted potato, and she be a piece of pork belly. Ah, it’s so hot, I feel really hot."

"Because we’re barbecue, grilling over fire." Qiu Shuang, looking nothing like his earlier nonchalant act, wrote diligently on the sketchpad for the two to see.

[We’re on the grill, below is a bunch of fire.]

Li Yang: "Ah, it’s really hot."

Mu Qiu giggled like a hen who hadn’t eaten: "I’m so hot, I’m curled up. Corn, you’re starting to turn black."

Li Yang followed with a dry chuckle: "Hahaha, it’s hot! Should I turn over?"

Mu Qiu: "Honestly, it’s a bit silly, but I feel like I can actually smell the barbecue."

Li Yang: "This corn cob of mine is going to pop into popcorn."

At this point, Qiu Shuang smiled shyly, an awkward shyness, listening to them talk, writing away to participate and coordinate the conversation between the two.

[The corn has turned black.]

[The pork belly sizzles, mom sprinkled some seasoning on you both.]

[The pork belly yelps from the heat.]

After writing the last sentence, Mu Qiu, who was just laughing brightly, suddenly frowned.

"No, I don’t want to keep yelping from the heat."

Li Yang, unable to hear her, just stared blankly at the two of them.

Qiu Shuang gasped, somewhat nervous, quickly writing to ask her: [Don’t you want to play this game? How about playing ’count the peanuts’?]

Mu Qiu pouted and thought for a long time, finally nodding under his encouraging and expectant gaze.

"Okay, let’s count peanuts."

Thus, the original game leader, Li Yang, was informed of the game change.

[Let’s play the ’count the peanuts’ game together.]

Qiu Shuang pulled out a small bag of dried peanuts from a basket under the table, the toys buried in the bag sunk down.

"Everyone gets sixteen, that’s double the eight, so everyone can have double the fortune."

Everyone got sixteen peanuts placed in front of them, and Qiu Shuang carefully guided the two of them.

[Count from one to eight, if you get it right you can eat the eight peanuts.]

Li Yang and Mu Qiu leaned on the edge of the table, half-squatting, only half their heads showing like children, pointed at the peanuts, turning to look at him excitedly.

Qiu Shuang gently patted their heads: "Good——

"Such a silly game, only idiots would play it, you guys have fun."

Li Yang and Mu Qiu were already happily counting peanuts.

Mu Qiu: "One, two, paired up, threesomes, four lucky meatballs, a bountiful harvest..."

Li Yang: "One three five seven nine, one three five seven nine, oh, no eighth."

Qiu Shuang pushed his peanuts over: "Now you have it."

Li Yang: "Huh? What are you saying?"

Qiu Shuang smiled shyly: "I said, you two silly kids hurry up and play, there’s another game, I’m limited on time."

He said this while writing an unrelated sentence in the sketchpad: [Peanuts that have been counted can be eaten, they’re very tasty.]

The two heads nodded obediently.

After counting the peanuts a second time, Li Yang suddenly wasn’t having it.

"I don’t want to play this anymore, I want something else."

Qiu Shuang was very calm, pulling out an item from the toy basket from before, spreading it out with a swish.

A dozen pages of paper colored in various hues were folded together, like ancient memorandums, and each one was a game.

"Want to play the New Year’s Eve game, hide and seek game, homework game, or the lunch preparation game?"

He was like a middleman for forbidden books.

Li Yang read through and pointed to the middle, which was flipped through so many times it was nearly fading, the "New Year’s Eve game."

Qiu Shuang, satisfied, put away the stack of games, searched the basket, and found an apron, putting it on, he wrote: [New Year’s Eve dinner, what do you want to eat?]

Li Yang and Mu Qiu, eyes wide with excitement, raised their hands: "Sweet and sour ribs! Stewed cakes! Fried spring rolls! Steamed pork with rice flour!"

Qiu Shuang nodded along, taking notes.

"Alright, a bowl of noodles, with an egg, no scallions."

After noting it down, he stood and headed to the room behind the living room, humming a tune happily.

Meanwhile, the two still steadfastly counting peanuts tilted their heads in unison, watching him enter the room, then the glass door automatically shut.

The sketchpad was placed on the table, and Mu Qiu’s innocent expression immediately turned serious, taking the sketchpad to write a sentence, pushing it to Li Yang.

[How long was it this time?]

Li Yang was no longer the silly appearance, gesturing a ten: "Ten minutes."