Reincarnation: From Opressed Missy to Campus Belle

On Han Zixin's side, grandpa Han asked his grandsons to go grocery shopping.

Young Master Han Nanxian who had never even lifted a glass of water was told to go grocery shopping all of a sudden. He turned his gaze to look at his younger brother who was yawning as if it was no big deal. How could he forget that his precious brother was talented in kitchen work?

Dammit, what does he do now?

"Grandpa, no need to worry about groceries. I can go myself, " Han Zixin said nonchalantly.

"The things are more in quantity and the driver is not here to drive you to the supermarket, "Han Qian sighed as he looked at his younger grandson. "Take Ah Xian with you. He is eighteen and has a driving license."

"Grandpa, I can go on my bicycle, " Han Zixin stubbornly said.

"Child, it's not possible. You will ruin things, " Han Qian said. "Even on a bicycle, you need someone to hold the bags, don't you? Take Ah Xian with you. My old bones are too tired to move today. I'm retiring to my room. Call me when dinner is ready."

With this said, Han Qian walked to his room. The boys weren't able to see a glint in his eyes as he turned to walk into his room.

Han Nanxian walked out while whistling and twirling the car keys in his fingers. As he reached the garage area, he saw Han Zixin on his bicycle.

"Well, where is the car?" Han Nanxian asked.

Han Zixin snorted as he turned to look at the road ahead. "What do you think the place is? Your palace where you have drivers and servants at your beck and call? Grow up, Young Master."

Although Han Zixin's words were hurtful and dripping with the spicy sauce of sarcasm and mockery, Han Nanxian couldn't prevent the grin from spreading on his face as if he just licked a sweet and tangy soup. For the first time in years, his brother took the initiative to talk to him. So, what if he was being sarcastic and mocking? As long as he was willing to speak to him, there was no one happier than Han Nanxian at this moment.

Suddenly, Han Nanxian felt as if he was craving something spicy for dinner even though his body didn't react well to the spicy food.

He sat on the backseat of the bicycle while Han Zixin was riding it at a frightening speed. He closed his eyes and let the hot air of summer evening fall on his face and began enjoying it. Everything turned warm inside his body. He was so happy that if someone even asked him for his soul, he would happily give it.

Suddenly, Han Zixin rode his bicycle on the bumpy road, causing Han Nanxian who was sitting in the backseat to jump in the air and then fell on the metal seat with a thud. The metal of the backseat prickled his bum and he let out a big ouch.

Han Zixin, who understood what happened in the backseat burst into a fit of laughter. His whiskey eyes crinkled as he rode the bicycle in a zigzag way making Han Nanxian scream in fear.

When they reached the grocery store, Han Nanxian was a mess. His heart was beating so fast. He felt like the boy was deliberately messing up with him. If he could, he would have jumped out of the bicycle with his long legs but he didn't. And he knew too well why he didn't.

After catching his breath, he ran behind Han Zixin, who was choosing vegetables while looking at the list. When he saw the ingredients written on the list, he began putting vegetables into the grocery bag too.

"What is it?" Han Zixin looked at him as he saw the number of vegetables that this big boy had chosen.

"This is cauliflower, "Han Nanxian blinked his eyes innocently and replied.

"Out of all the clean cauliflowers, you picked this old one, "Han Zixin said with a huff. "Look at it carefully, this is not fresh. Look at the other one on the right end, this one is white to look at and even its leaves are green. And look at the one that you chose again, it has yellowish leaves. Next time, choose the vegetables carefully."

Han Nanxian nodded his head after getting the tip that he might never use all his life. But since it was his younger brother who gave him this lesson, he was going to listen to it very carefully. This bro-con found his brother's lesson very important and Inspiring. One day he might open a vegetable stall and he needed all the knowledge about it in the world.

"Choose tomatoes and other vegetables, "Han Zixin said, indifferently. "While I take out the flour and eggs from the other side."

Han Nanxian nodded his head and began picking red and juicy tomatoes. He had picked at least two kilograms of them. However, when his little brother came, he was scolded once again.

"What did you do now?" Han Zixin cried as he looked at the tomatoes that would burst if touched.

"Look at the juicy and red tomatoes I picked, "Han Nanxian said, proudly. "Ain't I a genius?"

Han Zixin snorted. "Buying these tomatoes is a waste of money. If you take them home, all of them will be ruined in a day. When we are choosing tomatoes, we choose one that is not very ripe. This way, they can last for a few days. And we shouldn't buy this many tomatoes. Fresh vegetables taste better."

"Alright, "Han Nanxian nodded, accepting his mistake. "But Han, tomatoes are a fruit, not vegetables."

"Yeah, "Han Zixin said while snorting. "Don't forget to add them to your fruit salad then."

He didn't comment more on this matter. He just felt that this young master had his head knocked on the huge pile of books that he owned.

What did he say? Tomato is a fruit? Hah!

"Did this boy just show me attitude?" Han Nanxian asked himself.

"Follow me quickly if you don't want to walk back home, "He heard his younger brother who used to be very cute once upon a time say.

"Coming!" Han Nanxian yelled while holding the heavy vegetable bags.