Chapter 394: A 200 RMB Cheap Good (2)
Translator: StarveCleric Editor: StarveCleric
Who in the world would be in the mood to eat cake when placed in such a situation?!
Shi Yao shook her head frantically as she replied, “It’s not that I want more cake, I’m thinking that…”
But before Shi Yao could finish her words, Lin Jiage had already interrupted her, “I’m glad that you aren’t asking for more cake. You already had too much cake today, I can’t give you any more than this.”
Is there something wrong with this fellow’s head? My main point isn’t this at all!!!
Shi Yao glared at Lin Jiage with puffed up cheeks as she harrumphed, “I’m not talking about the cake over here! What I want to say is that…”
“Oh…” Lin Jiage interjected yet again with a knowing nod, as if he finally got what she was driving at. “… I get it. You don’t have to say anything more. You want to thank me, right?”
1Thank you? Like horseradish I would want to thank you!
Shi Yao suddenly felt that all of the good manners she had been cultivating from a young age was quickly fading away due to Lin Jiage.
1“You’re thanking me for getting more cake for you, right? There’s no need for you to be so courteous with me…” Lin Jiage replied with a leisure wave of his hand, indicating that it was no big deal at all.
Afraid that Shi Yao would say something she shouldn’t have, he continued to prattle on, “… To be honest with you, the only animal I have taken the initiative to feed on my own ever since I was young has only been pandas.”
What the hell does he mean by those words? Is he treating me like a panda?
1All of a sudden, Shi Yao didn’t feel like talking to Lin Jiage anymore. She turned her head to Lin Jiayi instead, shoving the back of her head into his face.
Ah… Is Soft Bun unhappy?
What did I say earlier that offended her?
Lin Jiage earnestly reviewed what he had said earlier before realization finally struck him. He walked in front of her and said softly, “I don’t mean that you are a panda. What I’m trying to say is that you are like one…”
You are the one who is like a panda! From your head to toe and from in to out, you are the one who is a freaking panda!
Shi Yao twisted her head away even more than before, leaving Lin Jiage with nothing but long, black hair in his sight.
However, Lin Jiage, who wasn’t thinking too much into it, simply went on, saying, “Just think about it, what are pandas? They are national treasures! For patriots, feeding a panda can be considered an act of loyalty. That’s why I said that you’re like a panda. It’s not to say that you look like one but that you’re my…”
Before Lin Jiage could finish his sentence with the word ‘treasure’, he suddenly realized what he was saying and went silent.
However, it was already too late. Even though he didn’t finish his sentence, how could Shi Yao not understand what he was going to say?
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head slightly.
After that, the two of them didn’t speak to one another anymore.
The surroundings suddenly seemed to have plunged into silence.
Everyone’s attention was focused on Uncle Ge, waiting patiently for the results for his appraisal.
Another five minutes passed before Uncle Ge was finally done examining the two inkstones, and he took off his glasses.
Lin Jiayi immediately asked anxiously, “Uncle Ge, what are the results of your appraisal?”
Uncle Ge didn’t respond to Lin Jiayi’s words right away. Instead, he first respectfully turned to Grandpa Lin and greeted “Old Master Lin” before he picked up the inkstone Shi Yao bought and asked Shi Yao, “Miss Shi, were you the one who bought this inkstone?”
Shi Yao’s mind was still in utter chaos due to what Lin Jiage said earlier, so she wasn’t able to reply at all for a moment.
Beside her, Lin Jiage knocked his knuckle on her head lightly and said, “Panda, Uncle Ge is asking you a question.”
1Who are you calling a panda?
Shi Yao was dissatisfied with Lin Jiage’s remark, but out of politeness, she didn’t bicker with Lin Jiage. Instead, she obediently turned to Uncle Ge and replied, “Yes, Uncle Ge. I was the one who bought the inkstone.”