Looking for another good match, Hou Menjiaojiao turns around and marries a villain

On the small island, Japan will hold their fishing festival today to pray for safety and a good harvest for the fishing boats going out to sea.

After the people on the island learned that His Highness the Crown Prince would be coming yesterday, they made the already grand show even more perfect and elaborate, and also invited many theater troupes from nearby.

When Xie Chunchao and Sheng Jiajun went out, the sea sacrifice ceremony in the first half of the Fishing Festival was already halfway through, and it was the turn of the singing and dancing performance.

There were several large boats parked on the beach. The islanders were dressed in festive costumes and waving red sheng flags. Xie Chunchao and Sheng Jiajun were sitting in the best viewing seats. After the young men holding the sheng flags got off, the opera singers in various costumes came on stage.

They sang babblingly in local dialects. Xie Chunchao tried hard to hear what they were singing, but he couldn't understand a word.

Sheng Jiajun saw that Xie Chunchao didn't understand, so he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "They used the local dialect. Didn't sister understand?"

"Yeah." Xie Chunchao frankly admitted that she didn't understand. "The dialect here is very different from the dialect we speak there."

"It's okay." Sheng Jiajun whispered, "I will translate for my sister."

"Then I'll help you." Xie Chunchao thanked him.

"Why are you so polite to me, sister?" Sheng Jiajun said dully, "As if you treat me like an outsider."

Xie Chunchao chuckled and said, "That's a bad thing to say. I treat you as one of my own and that's why I'm so polite. Do I want to leave my bad temper to those close to me?"

When Sheng Jiajun heard what Xie Chunchao said, he had no choice but to smile helplessly, and then began to explain to Xie Chunchao in a low voice word by word what was being sung on the stage.

Xie Chunchao would ask him again when he encountered something unknown. The exchanges between the two of them were just whispers in the eyes of Rong Shen, who was not far behind him, and they had a very happy conversation.

Unfortunately, he was too far away and couldn't hear what the two were talking about. He could only see that the two of them didn't stop talking after the scene, and they seemed to be talking more than singing on the stage.

He couldn't help but feel jealous, and kept staring at them with his deep eyes.

It was just that neither of them noticed his eyes as they were so intoxicated with the opera.

Sheng Jiajun glanced sideways at Xie Chunchao's beautiful profile, his long and curled eyelashes trembling slightly, like a butterfly flying into his heart.

"I think about you day and night, I am too lazy to eat and drink, I am obsessed with you, I talk wildly, I make wishes every day for you in front of the Bodhisattva, I am sick and bedridden for you, I suffer."

Xie Chunchao was slightly startled by the sudden and frank confession, but then she realized that Sheng Jiajun was translating the lyrics on the stage for her...

Sheng Jiajun whispered, "This is a girl confessing her love to a boy."

Sheng Jiajun didn't need to explain this sentence, she already knew it.

Previously, Sheng Jiajun's translators always explained to her based on his own understanding of the characters and the plot. He rarely told her the original lines in the drama directly, so she was surprised just now.

"That's it." Xie Chunchao whispered, and Sheng Jiajun whispered softly into her ear, "That's what I thought after seeing you."

Xie Chunchao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and joked, "This is too exaggerated. You are not sick or crazy for me."

"Does sister want me to do this?" Sheng Jiajun asked.

Xie Chunchao glanced sideways slightly and met Sheng Jiajun's sparkling eyes. The golden sunset fell on his bright features, adding a touch of brightness to him. He looked at her as if he were looking at her most beloved treasure. She pursed her lower lip slightly and then lowered her head. Mu said, "I want you to continue translating for me."

Sheng Jiajun raised his lips and asked, "Sister, are you shy?"

Xie Chunchao looked up at him and smiled softly, "Do you think I'm shy?"

Sheng Jiajun stared at her face seriously, and then said regretfully, "It seems I still need to work harder."

As soon as the play ends, their all-fish feast begins.

A variety of delicacies made with fish were served, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, with all kinds of flavors, and there were even raw fish.

Before Xie Chunchao came, he knew that Sheng State had the custom of eating sashimi, but they all ate cooked food in Chu State, so Xie Chunchao had never eaten anything that was not cooked.

Sheng Jiajun picked up a piece of fish as thin as a cicada's wings and said, "It melts in your mouth and tastes extremely delicious. Sister, do you want to try it?"

Xie Chunchao looked at the piece of fish and felt extremely hesitant. According to the education she received, food, especially meat, must be cooked before it can be eaten.

Seeing Xie Chunchao's troubled expression, Sheng Jiajun thought of the customs of Chu country and said, "If my sister doesn't like it, forget it."

"I'll give it a try." Xie Chunchao thought to herself, people in Sheng country can eat it, what can't she eat?

This thing is unpalatable at best, but it won't kill her anyway.

Sheng Jiajun's eyes lit up when he heard that Xie Chunchao was willing to taste it. He placed a small piece of raw fish on the plate in front of her and said eagerly, "Okay, try it and see if you find it unacceptable. Just spit it out."

Sheng Jiajun knew that the people of Chu did not seem to like eating raw fish, but he only attributed it to the fact that there was no sea in Chu and the seafood would not be fresh after being transported to Chu, so they did not like to eat raw fish.

Xie Chunchao closed his eyes and swallowed the sashimi. The fish was soft and had no special taste except for the dipping sauce. There was a faint fishy smell when he tasted it carefully...

She frowned slightly and almost vomited...

"How is it?" Sheng Jiajun saw that Xie Chunchao's expression didn't look like he liked it, so he asked, "Don't you like it?"

Xie Chunchao opened his eyes and answered honestly, "It's a bit fishy..."

"Smelly?" Sheng Jiajun couldn't believe it, "How is that possible? It's a fish just caught today."

Sheng Jiajun said, picking up another piece of fish and putting it in his mouth, "It's obviously refreshing and sweet."

When Sheng Jiajun ate the same piece of meat, he felt it was extremely tender and smooth, and there was a sweet taste in his mouth, but Xie Chunchao couldn't get used to it. The sweet taste was not tasted, but it tasted fishy.

Xie Chunchao put down his chopsticks and said, "It must be that I'm not used to eating raw fish."

Seeing this, Yu Ning changed a pair of clean chopsticks for Xie Chunchao. Hearing this, Sheng Jiajun no longer forced Xie Chunchao to eat raw fish, but gave her a few pieces of delicious cooked food, and then gave her a small bowl of fish soup. .

Xie Chunchao and Sheng Jiajun ate and watched the show. The sun sank to the bottom of the sea and the moon quietly climbed up. The islanders set up torches and began to sing and dance around the flames.

Sheng Jiajun: "Sister, let's go dance together too?"

Xie Chunchao first shook his head and refused, "Me? Forget it, I'm not very good at dancing."

"It's okay." Sheng Jiajun said, "Everyone is just dancing casually."

"This dance doesn't have to be very moving, as long as it's sincere."

"Sincerity?" This was the first time Xie Chunchao heard that dancing requires sincerity.

"This dance is a dance performed by fishermen to pray to the sea god for safety at sea, so it is only done sincerely."

When Xie Chunchao heard this, his eyes lit up.

She had not forgotten the storm when they came...

She never wanted to experience it a second time.