Jiang Yanyi was a little panicked now. Maybe the young couple just had a quarrel, and Feng Shuo turned to her just to piss off the girl he liked.
A girl who could be liked by a noble like him must be an outstanding girl from an aristocratic family, right
I'm afraid that I will be regarded as a vicious female supporting role who took advantage of the situation. If I am hated by her, I will definitely suffer the consequences!
Jiang Yan was overwhelmed for a moment. She felt that she needed to explain everything to Feng Shuo, otherwise it would be too late for her to carry the house away at night.
Jiang Yanyi walked to the door of the store and looked around, and found that Feng Shuo was no longer on the long street. Thinking of what he said before he left that he would be back soon, Jiang Yanyi put the matter aside for the time being, cleaned up the dishes, and went back to the backyard to continue processing her pot of garlic.
She peeled off two layers of the purple garlic and soaked the whole thing in clean water for nearly a day. The spiciness of the garlic had been reduced a lot.
She scooped up the garlic and placed it on a winnowing basket to dry.
Just put it in the jar and pour in salt water.
The garlic can be pickled for three days to basically remove the spiciness, and then it needs to be re-packed in sugar. If you want to make delicious pickled garlic, this last step of sugaring is the key. The more traditional way is to use brown sugar, but Jiang Yanyi thinks that the color of pickled garlic with brown sugar is too dark and not as good-looking as that with white sugar.
She had bought a lot of dried osmanthus flowers before, and she was thinking of adding some osmanthus flowers when pickling, so that the pickled garlic would have a light osmanthus fragrance.
She was tinkering in the yard when someone outside the shop called out, "Is the shopkeeper here? The bowls you ordered at the porcelain kiln are here for you!"
Jiang Yanyi quickly called Qiu Kui, who was chopping wood nearby, and said, "Let's go get the bowls."
If a hotpot restaurant wants to create its own characteristics, taste is definitely the top priority, but creating a set of bowls that are not available on the market can also make customers' eyes light up.
It never hurts to pay more attention to details.
In this way, people who are knowledgeable will know that the food in your pot is really delicious, and people who are not will also think that this place is unique and stylish.
Jiang Yanyi took Qiukui out from the backyard, and there was a shop in front.
There was an ox cart parked outside the shop. A sixty-year-old man was standing next to the cart, preparing to move the porcelain bowls and plates on the cart.
Another person got off the ox cart. He was wearing a sky-blue gown, had a handsome face and a scholarly air. Who else could it be but Lu Linyuan
He rolled up his long sleeves. He looked frail, but his arms didn't look frail when he lifted his sleeves. He said gently, "Old man, I'll help you move some."
The old man hurriedly said, "I am already very grateful for your ride, how can I trouble you again?"
Lu Linyuan smiled modestly: "It's not a bother, it's just a convenience for me to send you here."
When he said this, he had already picked up a pile of small bowls in the shape of pear blossoms. The things made by the small porcelain kiln were not very delicate, but they were unique in shape. He praised: "The master who made the molds in Guiyao has great skills."
The old man saw that although he was dressed like a scholar, he was not like those people who were self-important and disdained to talk to them. He felt a little more favorable towards him and said with a smile: "The mold was not made by the porcelain kiln master, but by the owner of this shop himself."
After hearing what the old man said, Lu Linyuan became more curious about the owner of the shop. The two of them walked up the three stone steps at the door and happened to meet Jiang Yanyi and Qiu Kui coming out of the yard.
Seeing Jiang Yanyi, Lu Linyuan frowned subconsciously, but the old man had already greeted Jiang Yanyi warmly: "Shopkeeper Jiang, I have brought you the things, please take a look."
Shopkeeper Jiang
Were these porcelain bowls and plates custom-made by her
A hint of surprise flashed across Lu Linyuan's eyes, and he couldn't help but look around the store.
The store is very clean, with tables, chairs and benches neatly arranged inside. The layout is not really elegant, but it is definitely good enough to appear tasteful.
Jiang Yanyi was also stunned when she saw Lu Linyuan. She still remembered the unpleasant conversation last time clearly.
But as soon as the old man mentioned the bowls and plates, she turned her attention back and pretended not to see Lu Linyuan. She counted the porcelain she had ordered with the old man, and when she found that none of them were damaged or missing, she paid the price.
"Thank you for coming all the way here to bring it to me." Jiang Yanyi poured a bowl of tea for the old man.
There wasn't even a cup of tea when entertaining Feng Shuo that day. Afterwards, Jiang Yanyi went to buy a lot of scented tea. It was certainly not very expensive, but it looked good when brewed and tasted pretty good. It could be used as free tea for customers when opening the store.
The old man took the tea and thanked him, then said, "The porcelain kiln is in a remote place. I tried to stop for a long time but couldn't see any ox carts or mule carts passing by. Fortunately, this young man was kind enough to give me a ride. Otherwise, I don't know when I could deliver the tea to you, the shopkeeper."
Jiang Yanyi finally understood why Lu Linyuan was here. She thanked him politely, and fearing that he would misunderstand her again, she asked Qiu Kui to pour the tea.
Seeing her expression of being afraid of having anything to do with him, Lu Linyuan's mood, which had finally calmed down in the past few days, became even more complicated.
He didn't remember what Jiang Yanyi looked like in his previous life, but when he thought of her, he felt habitual disgust.
But at this moment, he found that the person in front of him was not the same as the person he habitually hated.
I kept holding the tea in my hand but never drank it.
Lu Linyuan also roughly knew from her conversation with the old man that she was going to open a shop here. He didn't know what kind of fate Jiang Yanyi had in this life, and what made her, a young lady who had never touched a woman's home, open a restaurant in this remote place.
But what does all this have to do with him
When leaving, Lu Linyuan bowed to Jiang Yanyi at the steps in front of the store and said, "Lu wishes the store a prosperous business."
Since she has let go of the past, why should I keep thinking about the past
But when the man in the store bowed and said "thank you", he still felt inexplicably sad for a moment.
The wind gently brushed his cheek, as if the girl who had liked him for more than ten years no longer existed after this "thank you".
***
When Feng Shuo came back with a carriage full of carefully selected gifts, he happened to see Lu Linyuan bowing towards Jiang Yanyi's shop, and Jiang Yanyi also returned his greeting.
That day in the military camp, the two seemed to have some disagreements, so how come they suddenly made up
He had been busy with trivial matters recently, and had not yet found out what the relationship between the two was. But looking at them from afar, he felt that the handsome man and beautiful woman looked quite a good match, which inexplicably made him feel uncomfortable and his face looked unhappy.
"Whoa—" The carriage stopped in front of Jiang Yanyi's shop, and Feng Shuo stepped out of the carriage with his long legs.
"Your Highness!" As soon as Lu Linyuan saw Feng Shuo, the melancholy in his heart disappeared in an instant, and his eyes and face were filled with joy and admiration for meeting a sage.
The so-called peerless hero should be like the person in front of us!
Feng Shuo nodded coldly: "Why are you here, nephew?"
Lu Linyuan said hurriedly: "I met an old man on the road. He wanted to deliver porcelain, but he couldn't stop a bullock cart, so I gave him a ride."
In the prosperous places like the capital, you can't see ox carts, but outside the Great Wall, all the horses were conscripted into the army, so the common people could only use ox carts or mule carts for transportation. Only some high-ranking officials raised horses at home and had horse-drawn carriages for travel.
Feng Shuo glanced at the old man who came to deliver the porcelain. The old man was intimidated by his aura and didn't dare to say a word. After Lu Linyuan finished speaking, he just nodded as a testimony to Lu Linyuan's words.
After learning that his arrival here was just a coincidence, Feng Shuo's expression became a little better. He asked casually, "My dear nephew, do you seem to be somewhat familiar with the owner of this shop?"
Lu Linyuan didn't want the person he admired to find out that he had lied to him, so he denied it flatly: "No, Linyuan learned from the old man that the female shopkeeper was going to open a store here, so I congratulated her."
After hearing his explanation, Feng Shuo felt completely relieved. Although he still had a serious face, he seemed a little kinder for some reason.
He saw that there were still a few piles of books and some sundries on Lu Linyuan's ox cart, so he asked casually, "Has my nephew found a place to live?"
Lu Linyuan was demoted to Xizhou, where he served as a clerk in charge of documents, a ninth-rank official. For a legitimate son of an aristocratic family, this was a naked humiliation.
But he did not show any sign of complaining about his fate. It was a great honor for a man of his age to be so open-minded. Putting aside some hidden prejudices in his heart against him, Feng Shuo felt that this boy was a promising talent.
Since they parted at the military camp that day, Lu Linyuan had never been summoned by Feng Shuo again. He was a little nervous at first, but now that Feng Shuo took the initiative to ask about his residence, he was extremely excited and quickly replied, "It's in Shipan Hutong behind Duhufu Street."
It takes less than half an incense stick of time to get from Shipan Hutong to the Little Cook's shop.
Although Lu Linyuan repeatedly denied that he did not know the young cook, Feng Shuo believed more in his intuition.
He showed no sign of it, and only said, "The distance from Shipan Hutong to the government office is a bit far. I remember that the government office has a mansion near Jixiang Tower, which should be unused. My dear nephew, take my token and go to Jixiang Tower to settle down."
"How can I trouble His Majesty with such trivial matters..." Lu Linyuan had experienced such cold treatment in his previous life. The people in the provincial government were xenophobic towards a person from the capital, so they would naturally be soft-hearted in dealing with things like living and traveling. Therefore, he did not feel as resentful at this moment as he did in his previous life.
But Feng Shuo's reaction was beyond his expectation. Before Lu Linyuan could say anything else, Feng Shuo threw a token at him: "Go ahead, don't make excuses anymore."
Lu Linyuan was overwhelmed for a moment. He felt that Feng Shuo was indeed the wise man he admired. He was so courteous to him. Even though he was not even considered his staff member, Feng Shuo was already concerned about his living and traveling.
Unfortunately, he had no connections in his previous life and had never even met Feng Shuo. What a pity! Fortunately, he was reborn and could start all over again!
Lu Linyuan held the token in his hand, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart, and suddenly felt a sense of pride: "I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you with Yulong."
***
Jiang Yanyi watched Lu Linyuan talk to Feng Shuo for a few words, and then left with a red face. Like a crazy fan who had successfully chased her idol, she fell into a deep silence.
Is this really the suave and elegant second male lead in the original book
Could it be that it was also pierced by someone
She didn't stay in a daze for too long, because Feng Shuo came into the shop with a pile of gift boxes.
He put a bunch of colorful boxes on the table, looked at her, his ears began to redden again, and said two words concisely: "Gift."
Qiu Kui had never seen anyone buy so many gifts in her life, and she looked around curiously. Feng Shuo glanced at her and picked up the smallest gift box from the side and put it in front of her.
Qiu Kui looked at the small box he gave her, then looked at the tall stack of big boxes he pushed in front of Jiang Yanyi, and suddenly felt a little full.
Feng Shuo said to Jiang Yanyi: "These are for you. There are more in the car."
As he said this he was about to go out and get it.
Jiang Yanyi quickly called him: "General!"
Feng Shuo turned his head to look at her. The setting sun shone on his delicate face. The face that seemed so cold when he first saw her seemed to be much softer at this moment. There was a little smile in his deep phoenix eyes, as if the sky was full of stars. "What's wrong?"
Looking at the reserved yet lively smiling face in front of him, for a moment, Jiang Yanyi felt that he did all this just to make her happy.
But she quickly suppressed her thoughts.
What is he thinking? He has been hurt by the girl he likes and wants to find another emotional outlet!
Jiang Yanyi said sternly: "I can't accept these, General, you can take them back."
The smile on Feng Shuo's lips gradually disappeared. He looked at her and asked, "What?"
His gaze was so cold that Jiang Yanyi felt as if he would be twisted by him if he said something wrong.
Jiang Yanyi shrank her neck subconsciously, but she still had to say what she had to say. She couldn't continue to be so confused. She met his gaze and said, "General, if you have a girl you like, you should treat her well. Even if you have a quarrel, you should wait until the anger has passed before considering whether to break up or make peace, instead of using a commoner girl as a joke."
Feng Shuo stared at her intently, "Do you think I'm making fun of you?"
Jiang Yanyi wanted to nod, but because of his compelling gaze, she didn't have the courage to do so.
Feng Shuo took a step forward, his eyes solemn. The last ray of sunset light dimmed, and the twilight spread out behind him like ink.
Jiang Yanyi couldn't help but take a step back. When she stepped back, he moved forward again.
Finally she was backed into a corner with no way out.
He was one step away from her and didn't move forward. But Jiang Yanyi only felt the oppressive feeling around him like a big net that bound her tightly.
“Huahua…” Qiu Kui thought he wanted to bully her and wanted to come over to help.
Feng Shuo suddenly turned around with anger: "Back off!"
Qiu Kui was almost scared to tears, and refused to leave, but was afraid to step forward: "Don't bully Hua Hua!"
Jiang Yanyi was afraid that he would vent his anger on Qiu Kui, so he hurriedly said, "It's okay, Qiu Kui, go to the backyard and wait for me first."
Qiu Kui shook his head and refused to leave.
"Be obedient, I'll make you some jujube paste cake later." Jiang Yanyi comforted him, "I'll clarify some things with the general."
Only then did Qiu Kui walk into the backyard, looking back every few steps.
Feng Shuo threw a chopstick over and closed the door.
The door closed with a snap, the chopsticks fell to the ground, and Jiang Yanyi's heart trembled inexplicably.
It was hard to imagine that a chopstick thrown by him could have such great force.
He forced her into a corner. As dusk fell, the number of people on the street gradually decreased. Even if someone passed by, they would not be able to see this blind spot.
Jiang Yanyi suddenly felt that he still didn't know him well enough, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen such a suicidal method to confront him.
"My dream girl? Why don't you think that you are the one I dream of..."
Jiang Yanyi heard his self-deprecating murmurs, his well-defined jawline looking somewhat pale in the twilight.
Jiang Yanyi's heart seemed to be hit by something, and she subconsciously denied: "You... don't tease me."
"Tease?" There was a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Aren't you teasing me?"
Jiang Yanyi was stunned.
Why does it sound like she was a scumbag who abandoned him after having sex with him
She was timid and embarrassed: "I swear I didn't."
Feng Shuo looked at her deeply, "Didn't you say that I'm a good person?"
Jiang Yanyi nodded: "You are a good person, Master Li is also a good person, Boss Zhao is also a good person, Qiu Kui is also a good person."
Feng Shuo: “…”
So to her, being a good person just means this
So he was just being self-indulgent from the beginning
The corners of his lips were almost pressed into a straight line, and the coldness in his eyes spread layer by layer, covering up the fragmentation.
He suddenly slapped the wall hard, and Jiang Yanyi closed his eyes in fear.
Feng Shuo looked at her lips which were tightly pursed because of fear. Her eyelashes fluttered like trembling pistils. For a moment, he thought viciously that only by kissing her and biting her until she bled could he relieve the hatred in his heart.
He actually moved a little closer, but stopped when he was only inches away.
Finally, he took a step back, suppressed the dark anger in his heart, and said, "It was Feng who was rude."
After saying that, he turned and left without saying another word.
Jiang Yanyi stood behind him and saw that his bandaged hand was clenched into a fist, with bright red blood flowing out from under the white gauze.
She froze in place.
She seemed to have misunderstood him.
But... he likes himself? What does he like about himself
For a moment, Jiang Yanyi was in a state of confusion.
***
Xing Yao originally thought that Feng Shuo would be in a much better mood when he came back after going out for a walk. However, when Feng Shuo returned home, his aura was even gloomier than when he left the house.
"Master... Ugh!"
As Xing Yao stepped forward, Feng Shuo slapped him hard against the opposite wall.
He was completely unprepared and was hit so hard that he was stunned and several tiles on the eaves were shaken off.
Feng Shuo was surrounded by hostility: "Call all the assassins to the martial arts arena."
Xing Yao looked at Feng Shuo's departing back, holding his chest and leaning against the wall before he stood up. He thought to himself that the last time his master got so angry was when he learned that the late emperor wanted the Grand Empress Dowager to be buried with him. What on earth had happened to make him so angry this time
That night, hundreds of death warriors from the entire Protectorate were beaten black and blue in the martial arts arena, and they collapsed on the ground without even the strength to get up.
"What a bunch of losers I have raised! More training tomorrow!" Feng Shuo stood in the middle of the martial arts field, his clothes soaked with sweat, and there were several scratches on his face, making him look even more fierce and wild, with no less hostility in his eyes.
The dead soldiers who fell to the ground didn't dare to say a word, and they were crying out in pain in their hearts.
It was autumn, and the lotus pond in the Protectorate had already withered to the point where only a few dry and brown lotus pods remained.
The water in the pool was icy cold at night, and Feng Shuo waded into the pool with his upper body naked.
The blood from the wound on his hand spread in the cold pool water, and the smell of blood on his body also faded.
He raised his hand, and the gauze wrapped around his palm kept dripping blood. He watched quietly, with a hint of self-mockery and dejection in his eyes.
There were footsteps on the shore. It was Xing Yao.
He held a letter in his hand: "Master, a secret report from the spies in the capital."
There were two secret seals on the letter, indicating that it was an urgent report that could not be delayed.
When Feng Shuo turned around, there was only the same coldness in his eyes as usual. He walked to the shore and immediately a guard took his outer robe and put it on him.
Feng Shuo opened the letter, took out the stationery inside, and read it at a glance.
He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then took the letter to the candle held by the guard, lit it, and burned it to ashes.
"The little emperor is going to deal with the Chu family," he said.
At this moment, Xing Yao weighed the pros and cons in his mind. The emperor moved against the Chu family probably because of Chu Changping's coffin return to Beijing.
They had no dealings with the Chu family. Among this generation of the Chu family, there was only one outstanding person, Chu Changping. However, his marriage with the eldest princess went against the emperor's will and he lost his favor ever since.
If Chu Changping was still the general of Yunzhou, Feng Shuo's protection of him would be considered as winning an ally. But he had already been stripped of his military power by the emperor and demoted to Yongzhou. Yongzhou was even poorer than Xizhou, and even if he wanted to make a comeback there, it would take at least ten or eight years to see results.
No matter how you look at it, if the emperor attacks the Chu family, their best option is to stand idly by.
Feng Shuo was slow to make a decision, but Xing Yao had already made a rough guess.
Since the matter concerned the court, Feng Shuo returned to his study to deal with the remaining official documents and letters.
He had finished reading the ones with hidden marks the night before, and he had also found time to read most of the ones without hidden marks in the past two days.
Because he was upset, Feng Shuo was not calm when dealing with these letters tonight. He held the pen in one hand and pinched his brow with the other hand: "Tea, please."
Xing Yao quickly brought up the tea.
Feng Shuo tried to receive the tea with his injured left hand, but the tea turned out to be freshly boiled water, and even the bottom of the cup was incredibly hot.
He lost his grip and the teacup fell onto the desk, spilling the tea instantly.
Feng Shuo didn't care about his burned hands and grabbed all the letters and documents on the table.
Xing Yao was so frightened that he fell to his knees: "This subordinate deserves death!"
Fu Xi, who was standing by, quickly took a clean towel and spread it on the desk to prevent the tea from spreading.
Feng Shuo had a gloomy expression and didn't say anything. He put the memorials and letters back only after he had cleaned up the desk.
Because of the hasty grab just now, although the letters were not wet by the tea, many of them were wrinkled.
Feng Shuo originally wanted to flatten the letters, but suddenly he saw that the half-sized hairpin-flowered small regular script on the letter at the bottom looked somewhat familiar.
He pulled out the letter, glanced at the address it was sent to, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.
The Chu family in Beijing
Feng Shuo had only seen one person in his life who had such a talent for writing hairpin-flowered small calligraphy on such a large scale.
What is the relationship between that little cook and the Chu family
He removed the wax seal and took out three thin sheets of letter paper. The more he read, the more solemn his expression became.
Finally, he just uttered a few words without telling whether he was happy or angry: "You. Are. Jiang. Yan. Yi."
The author has something to say: Feng Shuo: I fell in love after dating for a long time. (Angry.jpg)
The author (drinking iced cola): You have been in a one-sided relationship for half a day.
Feng Shuo: …
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