Chapter 492: How to Sleep Alone

Two days later, Chu Yao was incredibly busy, and Nan Jiaojiao only met her once, at Mist Garden.

When Chu Yao looked for her, Nan Jiaojiao was on her way to Mist Garden, carrying two bottles of fine Shochu Liquor packed in jars the size of two fists, tied with a red string at the mouth, clinking loudly as she walked.

Not long after hanging up the phone, Nan Jiaojiao had just sat down at the dining table, and before she could chat with Jiang Yu, Chu Yao arrived.

She also brought two jars of liquor.

Everyone knew Jiang Yu’s preferences: smoking, drinking, meat, vegetables—nothing was off-limits, and she preferred loose liquor, while the cellared ones were just for show.

Jiang Yu flipped open a jar and directly served it in bowls.

“Come, come, one bowl each.

We’ll refill once we’re done.”

Chu Yao smiled and took her bowl first, taking a sip, “I’ve been craving this in prison.

It just doesn’t taste the same elsewhere.

It has to be you, Elder Jiang—sitting in this little pavilion, calling out a few times, brings the atmosphere right up.”

Jiang Yu didn’t set dinner on the dining table.

When the kitchen asked, she was weeding the herb garden in the backyard and simply asked to have the food set in the gazebo instead.

When Nan Jiaojiao arrived, Jiang Yu just added another set of chopsticks and bowl, without shifting positions.

She had wanted to open a jar of liquor to drink, but seeing Nan Jiaojiao curled up under the heated table, bundled up like a bun showing only a pair of eyes, she lost the mood to drink.

Chu Yao’s arrival happened to lift her mood.

In the blink of an eye, a bowl of liquor was gone.

“Elder Jiang, slow down, I’m here to discuss a program with Jiaojiao.”

“What program?”

After briefly explaining, Jiang Yu stared at Nan Jiaojiao incredulously, “Aren’t you useless?

You can talk about the piano too?”

Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

She definitely didn’t talk because the wind made her lips hurt.

“You should learn from Chu Yao, she’s successful in everything she does, always at the top of her game.

And then look at you, living every day like an unemployed vagabond.”

Nan Jiaojiao: “…”

Where’s the needle?

She really wanted to stab someone.

Glancing at Jiang Yu.

Begging wouldn’t work, can’t overdo it.

“Come, Chu Yao, let’s drink together.

If you get drunk, we’ll just change it to ‘Drunken Beauty,’ and you can still dance.”

“Okay!

I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Elder Jiang.

I’ll definitely keep you company till you’re happy today!”

Chu Yao raised her bowl, clinked it with Jiang Yu’s, and downed a good half of it in one go.

Nan Jiaojiao watched the two female bandits in front of her, silently picked her food, avoiding the dishes soaked in liquor, and placed all her favorites in front of herself.

After she had her fill, she went back to the front yard, grabbed a chair, and sat in the Red Plum Forest.

Her hair cascaded down.

She gathered it twice, found it bothersome, and casually broke off a piece of red plum branch, winding it through her hair, and tied it in a bun.

Bo Yanching’s message had come twenty minutes earlier.

Asking why she hadn’t gone to Minglun.

She only now replied to him, “At Master’s, made plans with Chu Yao.”

As soon as she sent it, Bo Yanching’s chat box changed to “typing,” “Should I come and pick you up?”

Nan Jiaojiao guessed that if Chu Yao got very drunk, Master would let her stay the night here.

If the two of them didn’t drink, being sober together didn’t leave much to talk about; Nan Jiaojiao would just be an intermediary.

“Let’s see later, I might stay the night at Master’s.”

Bo Yanching kept typing, took a long time, probably typed and deleted several times.

“Naughty girl, how am I supposed to sleep alone?”

The smile at the corners of Nan Jiaojiao’s mouth slowly spread.

No matter how you looked at it, every word and line from him sounded faintly sullen.