"Ah Zhao, weigh me an old hen." Zhong Ziqi was paddling in Zhao Ning's yard looking for which chicken was the fattest.
"Okay, I'll ask Shengzi to pick the fattest one for you. Brother Qi, how is Zheng'an doing?" Zhao Amo asked standing aside.
"It's much better. I'm thinking about reopening in the next few days."
"Brother Qi, we didn't tell anyone about the news of Zheng'an's recovery, but it is estimated that someone will see the signs soon. I think that if Wang Cuihua's family is not willing to let it go, they will definitely have to pester you. You have to think of a countermeasure." At the same time, Zhao Ama, who lives in a village, knows Wang Cuihua's character best, and she is the most shameless.
Zhong Ziqi nodded: "I see, Ah."
Carrying the little hen bought from Ama Zhao's house, Zhong Ziqi plucked his hair and shaved his intestines and made it into chicken soup when he got home.
Zhao Zhengan's face was bitter looking at the chicken soup. He had been eating soup since the day he woke up. He had three meals a day, and the three meals were all soup. He always runs to the toilet, which is really a headache.
Zhong Ziqi couldn't see what he was thinking, and gave him a sideways glance: "I won't cook this chicken for you after eating, and I won't make it for you if you want to eat it later."
Zhao Zheng'an smiled flatteringly. He knew that the other party was a knife-mouthed and tofu-hearted person, so if he just asked him to pretend to be pitiful, his success would be defeated immediately.
"I want to reopen the stall in two days." Zhong Ziqi said to Zhao Zhengan in a discussing tone.
Zhao Zhengan frowned: "I'll go with you."
"You can't go, you're not ready yet!" Zhong Ziqi said.
"But I'm worried, what should you do?" Zhao Zheng'an said.
"Isn't there still Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng? It's okay. I've already settled with the owner of Jinhua Restaurant." Zhong Ziqi recalled that Zhao Zheng'an didn't know yet, so she repeated the matter.
Zhao Zhengan nodded: "You still think thoughtfully, but don't take it lightly. Buy a dagger for self-defense."
"Don't worry, I know, you just wait at home, I will come back soon."
So - things settled down so happily.
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Jiangnan - a land of gold and jade, gentle and rich, this is the evaluation given by people who have been there. It is different from the north, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, few beggars pass by on the streets, and everyone has a smile on their face, which is worthy of the title of land of fish and rice.
On this day, a large ship docked on the shore, and a group of people cheered and surrounded it: "Master, you are back."
"Young master has worked hard, Madam and the others are waiting for you."
looking at you. "
Gao Hanjin waved his hand as if chasing flies away, causing him a headache: "Understood, I'll go back right away."
"A Zhuo, you can arrange the rest. I'll go back first." Gao Hanjin said to the tall man behind him. He just wants to go back and take a good hot bath. He hasn't taken a bath for more than ten days. It stinks, it's too insulting to the image.
"Yes, master."
When Gao Hanjin returned to Gao's compound, the first person who came out to greet him was his eight-year-old brother.
"Brother, you're back." The chubby Gao Hanbo threw herself into Gao Hanjin's arms and acted like a baby.
Gao Hanjin hugged his younger brother with a soft expression: "Is Bo'er good at home? Do you miss your brother?"
"Bo'er is very good, I miss my brother every day." Gao Hanbo said obediently with her arms around Gao Hanjin's neck, her cheeks puffed up and her eyes wide open.
"Brother also misses Bo'er, you go to the house and wait for brother, brother take a bath first, okay?" Gao Hanjin kissed his brother's tender face and put him down.
"Okay." Gao Hanbo nodded obediently and ran back to the house.
Gao Hanjin walked through the corridor to his room, where the hot water was ready.
Gao Hanjin closed the door, took off his clothes and sat in the tub.
After taking a comfortable bath in hot water, Gao Hanjin finished washing his hair, hesitated for a moment, picked up the water and wiped his forehead, as he continued to wipe, a bright red cinnabar mole immediately appeared, it was a brother's talent Some cinnabar moles.
After carefully cleaning his face, Gao Hanjin dried his body and put on his clothes, sat on the dressing table, picked up a sticky thing and rubbed it on the cinnabar bit by bit, and soon there was no trace left. He became a man again.
Gao Hanjin packed herself up and went to her father's room. It just so happened that his mother was there too. "Daddy, Eminem, I'm back."
"It's good to be back, did you suffer a lot this trip?" Gao's mother pulled her son to sit on the bedside carefully with a distressed look on her face: "I've lost weight." Doesn't he know about his own son? , who was spoiled and spoiled since childhood, and it was the first time to travel far.
Gao Hanjin smiled: "How could that be so exaggerated, Eh Mu, is Daddy better?" Gao Hanjin looked at the sleeping man lying on the bed, his face was still a little pale, but it was paler than when he left.
Gao's mother shook Gao Hanjin's hand: "It's much better, the doctor said that it's almost recovered after being raised."
"That's good." Gao Hanjin heaved a sigh of relief. His father suddenly fell ill before. The doctor said that he was too tired and the disease invaded and needed support. However, Nuo Ruo's big family was supported by him, so he needed it. A person who maintains the situation. There are only two young masters in the entire Gao family. One is him and the other is the eight-year-old Gao Hanbo. In the end, only Gao Hanjin is suitable to take on this burden, and he does not refute it. Anyway, he is...
After talking with Eminem for a while, Gao Hanjin came out, and he dismissed Xiao Si and went out.
Two streets away from the Gao family stands another big house, which is the Shen family, a family friend of the Gao family.
Gao Hanjin often goes in and out of here, so the guards let them go without notification. Gao Hanjin found the man's study with ease, and knocked on it.
"Come in." A deep magnetic voice sounded.
Gao Hanjin smiled triumphantly, he knew he would be here. Pushing open the door and raising a smiling face: "Yu Bei, I'm back."
The handsome man sitting behind the desk glanced up at him: "Close the door."
Gao Hanjin's face collapsed: "Oh." He raised his hand to close the door, and then leaned in front of someone who was looking at the account book: "You are so cold, it's a pity that I came to you just after I came back, hum."
Shen Yubei looked at the ledger without moving a muscle.
Gao Hanjin is used to Shen Yubei's indifference. He likes Shen Yubei since he was a child. Shen Yubei is also the only one among outsiders who knows that he is a brother. He clings to him and pesters him. Although Shen Yubei is cold Some but never refused, he thought he should also like him a little bit, right
It's just that he is nineteen this year, and Shen Yubei is also in his twenties. The Shen family urges him hard. People who are twenty-four and not married and do not take concubines are really worrying.
Although Gao Hanjin is very happy because he has a chance in this way, he always feels hesitant because he can't touch his heart, because Gao Hanjin has never promised him, and he treats him no differently from others.
He is not young anymore. As a brother, he is considered old at the age of nineteen, and it is even more difficult to find him at the age of twenty. What's more, it seems that only Shen Yubei meets his special conditions around him, but what the hell is Shen Yubei? What do you think
He can never catch his heart!
Sighing, Gao Hanjin lay down on the table.
Shen Yubei glanced at him and asked softly, "Why are you sighing, aren't you having a good time going out?"
Gao Hanjin pouted in dissatisfaction, knowing why he was sighing, he pretended to be stupid: "What's the fun, you can't take a bath along the way, it's so dirty."
Shen Yubei could understand that as a brother, he couldn't stand mess.
Gao Hanjin muttered to Shen Yubei
Shen Yubei didn't interrupt him when he talked about what happened in his trip to the north, and let him speak cheerfully, occasionally replying.
"By the way, I ate a kind of noodles in a small town called... cold noodles. It's not delicious but very unique..." Gao Hanjin described it carefully. Food, when he returned later, he didn't see the stall again, but bought it in a restaurant, probably the stall owner sold it.
"The stall owner is a brother. He looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is literate and smart. Unfortunately, he found a stupid husband." Gao Hanjin shook his head regretfully.
"En." Shen Yubei responded and continued to look at the account book.
Gao Hanjin glanced at him dissatisfied, and suddenly found that Xin Dalu patted his thigh: "No wonder! No wonder I look at that person so familiar, so he looks like you!"
Gao Hanjin approached Shen Yubei and almost touched him: "The eyebrows, lips, and ears are all similar."
Shen Yubei tilted his head back, frowned and asked him, "Who are you talking about?"
"It's the brother I just mentioned. He looks very similar to you, but he is softer. I didn't see it for a while."
"Really? Maybe it's a coincidence. What's his name?"
"How do I know, I just ate two bowls of noodles there, why do you ask so clearly?" Gao Hanjin rubbed his chin in surprise, Shen Yubei seldom cared so much about insignificant people.
"It's nothing. Alright, I'm going out for a while, are you here, or are you going back?" Shen Yubei looked at him and asked.
Gao Hanjin waved his hand boredly: "I'm leaving, I'll come to you tomorrow."
Sending Gao Hanjin away, Shen Yubei stood in the study with a frown, wondering what he was thinking. After a while, he took out a painting from a certain box, and when he opened the scroll, there was a brother who looked very similar to him, but this brother With less heroism and more gentleness, Shen Yubei murmured, "Brother."
After a long time, after putting the painting away, Shen Yubei called out a name, and a man in a well-dressed outfit appeared. Shen Yubei thought for a while and gave some instructions, and the man left with fists in his hands.