He had a meal and a few fruits at Aunt Wang's house, and when he left, Uncle Cui also stuffed him a small jar of pickled kimchi himself, because Qi Yan praised the kimchi as delicious at lunch.
Uncle Cui is from Shu province. The kimchi is pickled in the old altar. This small altar kimchi is prepared separately, so that the kimchi will not lose its taste and can be stored for a longer time.
"Xiao Qi," Aunt Wang stuffed another piece of bacon for Qi Yan, and said earnestly, "Take care of yourself. Recently, there have been several unknown people in our community. Although I don't know what they are going to do, you still have this time. Don't live here. I think that the good-looking young man in the Cen family is very lucky. If you have nothing to do with him, it will be good for you. "
As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu Zechi are also close to those who have good luck.
Uncle Cui next to him frowned unhappily. Who is the guy who is particularly good-looking and handsome when he was young
Seeing Uncle Cui's expression, Qi Yan couldn't help but want to laugh: "Aunt, I will definitely hug his thigh and not let go, don't worry about me."
"I think I'm willing to give up this heart," Aunt Wang has a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted character. "If I hadn't had some friendship with your master in the early years, I wouldn't be bothered to care about you. If you were my apprentice, you would have been injured on both ends in the past three days. Habit, I will definitely beat you to bald skin."
Qi Yan shrank his shoulders and made a look of fear, which made the two old men laugh.
"Okay, you can go back earlier," Aunt Wang looked down from the window, "Those strangers downstairs should be the ones sent to protect you?"
Qi Yan took a few glances in front of the window, nodded and said, "One is the bodyguard arranged for me by the Cen family, and the others should be from the special group."
"Special group..." Aunt Wang nodded, "Like their style of doing things."
Looking at Aunt Wang's expression, Qi Yan should know that the special group exists.
After leaving Aunt Wang's house, when Qi Yan entered the elevator, there were two old ladies in Yangko costumes in the elevator. I don't know if it was because he was stimulated by Aunt Wang's secret identity. Now, when he looked at every old man and lady, he couldn't help but wonder in the bottom of his heart whether these ordinary-looking old people might be secret masters.
It's a pity that until the elevator stopped on the first floor, he didn't see anything strange about the two old ladies. They were both peaceful and blessed ladies who could spend their old age in peace.
"Master Qi," Zhao Li saw Qi Yan walking out and opened the car door for him, "I received news from the Yellow River that Yuan Chongan came to the house this afternoon and said he wanted to see you. If you don't want to meet the Yuan family, If so, you can avoid them for now.”
"I can only avoid him for a while. I don't see him today, but I will see him tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I can't let a seventy or eighty-year-old old man sit and wait all the time," Qi Yan was a little tired of the Yuan family's entanglement. " He is not in the hospital, how come he was discharged?"
Zhao Li laughed dryly when he heard the words, he really didn't know this.
"It is rumored that he was seriously ill and hospitalized by Yuan Hengyu. I am afraid it is half-truth. It is true that he is ill. Only the Yuan family knows how serious it is." Qi Yan sneered, if Yuan Chongan didn't show his symptoms It's more serious, how can you be indifferent to Yuan Hengyu's affairs, and spread it out, it will inevitably be said that the Yuan family can even abandon their own nephew in order to please the Cen family, although this nephew is not a good thing.
But it's different now. Yuan Hengyu put Yuan Chongan into the hospital and almost died. It's normal for Yuan's family not to help Yuan Hengyu. If such a person is placed on other people, if he doesn't beat him, it will be a kind of relationship with relatives, not to mention Do him a favor.
Qi Yan didn't like to see these calculations, they were both boring and disgusting. Sitting in the car, he put away the sauerkraut and bacon from the old altar given by Aunt Wang, "Go back."
Zhao Li admires Master Qi for this, even if the King and Lao Tzu come, he still has the same expression.
Yuan Chong'an and Yuan Peng's grandfather and grandson were sitting on the sofa and had already drank three cups of tea from the Cen family. Yuan Peng even had the cheek to borrow the Cen's toilet once. But even if the atmosphere was so embarrassing, if Yuan Chongan didn't ask to leave, Yuan Peng was already embarrassed to the extreme, but seeing his grandfather like this, he could only bite the bullet and sit with him.
Cen Qiusheng knew what Yuan Chongan was here for, but he didn't want to take up this talk, he just dragged Yuan Chongan to talk about flowers, plants, weather and food, no matter what Yuan Chongan said, he just wouldn't let go.
Yuan Chongan saw that Cen Qiusheng, an old fox, was unwilling to take up this talk, and finally clenched his teeth to tear the last layer of face: "Old Cen, tell me the truth, how can you make Master Qi willing to help?"
"Chong'an, the two of us have been friends for half a lifetime. If I could help with this, I would have helped you long ago, so that your family can run back and forth like this?" Cen Qiusheng was embarrassed, "What is the identity of Master Qi? It's important, you don't know, he came to live in our house, not as a guest of our house, but as a guest of our house. When have you ever seen the master ask the guest to do something? Our Cen family can't do such a thing. "
These words sounded euphemistically, but they actually gave Yuan Chongan a soft slap. It's just that we didn't tell Yuan Chongan directly that our Cen family can't do such wicked things, so don't force him to do wicked things just because they had some friendship in their early years.
Yuan Peng's face was ashen when he heard the words, if it weren't for him being a junior, he would have thrown his teacup and left by now.
"Dad." When Cen Baihe returned home, he saw the Yuan family's grandfather and grandson. He nodded to them with a cold attitude. Emperor Manchu is all over the place, but anyone who has dealt with Cen Baihe knows that the fifth master of the Cen family has a cold personality, but he is very cultivated in dealing with people and things. Such very rude behaviors are usually rare.
Yuan Peng was also not sure whether Cen Bohe was dissatisfied with Yuan Hengyu's plot against him and angered the entire Yuan family, or because of something else, but it was certain that Cen Bohe had animosity towards their family.
At this point, he really hated Yuan Hengyu, his cousin, but it had already happened, no matter how much he said, it was useless.
Cen Qiusheng didn't seem to see his younger son's disrespectful behavior, not to mention that he, an old father in his 70s, couldn't pick on his 30-year-old son in front of outsiders. He couldn't bear it. .
The atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing, even Yuan Chongan, who prided himself on being thick-skinned, felt a little feverish on his face.
The most hateful thing is that the atmosphere is already so embarrassing, the fifth master Cen doesn't know what to think, but he sat down next to him, without any intention of leaving. Yuan Peng's whole person is going crazy. Don't you always think our Yuan family is not pleasing to the eye? What are you doing sitting here right now
With Cen Baihe sitting here, the atmosphere of the few people suddenly changed from a subarctic climate to a polar ice sheet climate, making people unable to speak at all.
In the end, Yuan Chongan, an old fox with a thicker skin, said with Cen Baihe's eyes looking at the stones on the side of the road: "Old Cen, it's not that I am embarrassing you, but now the arrow is on the string and I have to send it. If Master Qi is not willing to help, not only will I If there is a dead end, even the fate of the entire Yuan family will be lost."
"Look at what you said, if Master Qi is so powerful, he has already become a billionaire himself, so he doesn't need to help others to see Feng Shui." Cen Qiusheng smiled, "Besides, what's this all about? It's time, how can you put the fate of a family on the feng shui of the dark house? You are good at everything, but you are too superstitious. I think your grandson is very good. If you have a grandson like this, why should you worry about these things that have never happened? Things are really unfounded."
Hearing this, Yuan Chongan almost didn't put the tea in his hand on Cen Qiusheng's face. You tell others not to be superstitious. When your son is not in good health, what kind of master do you hire? Just let him stay in the hospital and wait for his death. .
However, he could only think about it in his heart, and he didn't dare to show it on his face.
"Also, I think you've been worrying too much all day long. We're both old and eighty. We don't have to worry about what the younger generations do? Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. We have nothing to do to drink tea, play chess, and go to the opera. Dance drama or something, it not only cultivates the sentiment, but also cultivates the body and mind, what's wrong with you?"
Yuan Chongan's heart almost collapsed. It's great that his children are filial, capable, and worry-free? !
Well, it's amazing, at least he didn't dare to live as easily as Cen Qiusheng, even if he wanted to relax, the worry-free juniors in his family wouldn't let him relax. People are not afraid of comparisons, but once they are compared, they will feel heartbroken. Yuan Chongan feels that the smile on his face is about to stop.
Seeing that Yuan Chongan was so choked that he couldn't say a word, Cen Qiusheng was in a particularly good mood. Yuan Hengyu calculated his son and his son's crush, even if the calculation was unsuccessful, it did not mean that he did not hold grudges.
Alas, it is said that old children are old children. He is getting old and does not like to be reasonable in his work. These people should stop worrying about these things with him.
When Qi Yan returned to Cen's house, he found that the atmosphere in the living room was a little stiff. Yuan Peng's eyes almost glowed when he saw him appear.
"Master Qi," Yuan Peng stood up from the sofa, looked at Qi Yan and said, "You are back."
"Hello." Qi Yan put the pickled cabbage jar and bacon on the table and nodded to the Yuan family.
Cen Baihe glanced at what he put on the table and asked curiously, "What did you take?"
"Kimchi and bacon are from Aunt Wang." Worrying that he didn't remember who Aunt Wang was, he added, "The last time you accompany me home to pack things, the aunt who praised you for your good looks."
Cen Baihe was deeply impressed by Aunt Wang, because the aunt had a great personality. When she saw him, she didn't pay attention to his luxury car or the brand name on him, and even the bodyguard he brought was not so curious. Instead, he praised him for his good looks without any psychological burden.
He rarely met such a pure, heroic and unpretentious aunt, and it was really difficult to have no impression of her. "Then ask the kitchen to cook the bacon and eat it tomorrow."
"Okay, this is authentic Sichuan-style bacon, made by Aunt Wang's family, and it's more fragrant than the one bought outside."
Yuan Peng saw that the two were talking about a piece of old bacon for a long time, and he couldn't help but said: "Master Qi, we are here today, and we have something to ask for." If it wasn't for his younger brother who would not be willing to come over, he wouldn't now. So embarrassed, thinking of this, he felt a little bit of a complaint against his younger brother Yuan Cheng.