An Nengbian

It was really crazy. Zhang Chao watched Wen Jingzhao competing with others in the martial arts field. He couldn't count how many people it was. Wen Jingzhao was punched again. Zhang Chao bared his teeth, half-closed his eyes, and could not bear to watch.

As he watched, he felt a surge of emotion. Wen Jingzhao was always covered in wounds every time he came here, but now he still had some strength left after fighting with several people in a row.

"Let me try!" A rough man came out and took off his shirt.

"Qiangzi, be careful, this guy is quite fierce!"

"Tsk." Zhang Qiang said disdainfully, throwing his clothes aside. "I'll beat him so hard he'll call me mama!"

Wen Jingzhao had been fighting with several people in a row before. The taste of blood in his mouth became stronger and stronger, and his left hand was shaking slightly. Hearing this, he raised his eyes, shook his hand, and looked at him with indifferent eyes.

Pull a group,

"Fuck." Zhang Qiang cursed in a low voice.

Zhang Qiang went into battle shirtless, his muscle lines clearly visible. Wen Jingzhao was half wet, with sweat from his forehead running down to his eyes. He blinked, allowing the opponent to seize the opportunity and hit him hard in the abdomen. He dodged sideways, getting a chance to catch his breath, feeling a little exhausted.

The next moment, he was hit head-on by an elbow from the opponent, hitting his cheekbone, and there was a crackling sound as the flesh and bones connected.

"Hiss." Zhang Chao felt pain just watching it.

"He's going to be a tough match against Zhang Qiang."

"How do you say that?"

"Zhang Qiang is incredibly strong and even defeated a giant white tiger in Xishan!"

"White Tiger? You're bragging! Hey, isn't this guy Captain Ma's confidant? Why is he participating in the competition?"

"You don't know, he was a slave, and he risked his life to fight in the battlefield and get military merit to be released!"

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

Several soldiers who had just finished the competition were discussing something on the side, and Zhang Chao was listening without saying a word.

What they said was not wrong. Wen Jingzhao had increased his training recently, mainly because the Wu State was very active at the border and the war seemed to be imminent. He was eager to go to the battlefield.

"Bang!" Zhang Qiang made a heavy blow, Wen Jingzhao dodged and used the opponent's moves, elbowing him head-on and kicking him hard at the leg pit. He put his hands on Zhang Qiang's shoulders, used the force to jump up, gathered all his strength in his left arm, and hit the lower part of the Dazhui xue hard.

Zhang Qiang's legs tilted, his body leaned forward, and he fell face down on the ground, one hand placed on his chest to block it, making a crisp sound.

Victory, victory! Zhang Chao raised his hands high, brother, awesome!

Both sides stood up, and Zhang Qiang's hand hung down unnaturally, dislocated. "Thank you, please show mercy," he said.

If Wen Jingzhao had struck him in the Dazhui acupoint just now, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up now.

Wen Jingzhao moved his left arm and the wound was torn. He moved his fingertips, but he had used too much force just now and they were shaking unconsciously. Blood dripped down his fingertips. Zhang Chao took a few steps forward to support him.

"Are you injured?" Zhang Chao asked hurriedly when he saw that his lips were pale and there was blood on his sleeves.

Wen Jingzhao's eyes were red from the congestion caused by prolonged exertion. He said, "It's an old injury."

Zhang Chao was terrified and said, "Don't let yourself get ruined before you even get on the battlefield." Mainly because he couldn't explain to Captain Ma.

"Are you going home today?"

"No." Wen Jingzhao was so injured and was afraid that He Yingchun would worry again when she saw him.

Wen Jingzhao picked up a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead. His eyebrows and eyes were clearly defined, and there was always an indescribable coldness in his eyes when he lowered his eyes. His thin lips added a bit of coldness to his face.

Such a person can actually have feelings, Zhang Chao couldn't help but joked,

"Tsk tsk, you don't know how to go home at night, be careful your wife will run away with someone else!"

"Get out." Wen Jingzhao shook off his hand and groaned. The wound had not yet healed, and drops of blood were flying out from his fingertips.

"Damn, you need to see a military doctor, right?" Zhang Chao scolded him for being so desperate and dragged him to apply medicine.

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Jiangyue Tower,

"Hiss." He Yingchun was scalded by the hot oil. "Are you okay?" Heng Yusheng stepped forward and wanted to see her hand.

"It's okay, it's just a burn, it will be fine in a while." He Yingchun waved her hand.

"We will be launching special dishes again the day after tomorrow, so I'd like to trouble you to take a look." Heng Yusheng coughed lightly and said very politely.

"You're welcome. This sweet sauce chicken wing looks simple, but it takes some effort to make it tasty." He Yingchun took out the golden fried chicken wings.

"Making a sweet sauce is crucial. I just tasted yours and it's on the sweet side." He Yingchun said as he picked up a bowl and poured in soy sauce, vinegar, and sugar. "Then add honey. The amount of honey should be more than the sugar." This way the taste will have more of the mellow aroma of honey and will be less sweet.

"Add some pear juice and the taste will be more refreshing." He Yingchun used frozen pears, opened a hole and squeezed gently, and the transparent juice melted into the sauce.

She poured oil into the pot and added the prepared sauce, simmering it until the color gradually darkened. "It's almost time to add the chicken wings." He Yingchun poured the chicken wings in, and a fresh and sweet aroma came out. She stir-fried it a few times, and the chicken wings were coated with the clear sauce.

It's a bit like cola chicken wings. He Yingchun thought of the cola in the system and decided to make it and try it when he had enough points.

"Okay, try it!" He Yingchun put the chicken wings one by one into the plate with chopsticks, forming them into petal shapes, which was considered as a plating.

Heng Yusheng nodded and took a bite. The first thing he noticed was the crispy outside and tender inside of the muscle. The sweet sauce gradually spread in his mouth and blended with the muscle. It was tender, smooth, and sweet.

"Delicious!" He exclaimed sincerely without any extra words.

I thought there was nothing wrong with what he made, but in comparison, his was indeed a little too sweet. The frozen pear juice was the finishing touch. He nodded and said, "I understand."

"I dare not, I dare not." He Yingchun waved her hand. She was taught by her father. After all, China has a history of 5,000 years and has dabbled in various recipes. She didn't dare to show off this little trick.

"By the way, my shop is opening on the 15th of this month. Boss Heng, you must come and support us!" He Yingchun said with a smile. She even asked someone to calculate a good day for the opening.

When she mentioned her own restaurant, her eyes curved unconsciously and the corners of her mouth turned up. She didn't look as sophisticated as when she was cooking, but more playful and cute.

Heng Yusheng looked down at her, smiled and nodded, his face flushed and a bit youthful. "Okay, no problem. Where is it? Or in the East Market?"

He Yingchun nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, at the East Market Noodle House, I'll reserve a seat for you then!"

"Okay, I'll definitely go!" Heng Yusheng promised.

The two chatted for a few more words, and Heng Yusheng sent He Yingchun out.

"If I have time, I'll come again..."

"ah!"

The waiter who served the food came trotting in with an empty pot, opened the curtain, and bumped into the two of them without noticing.

Heng Yusheng stepped forward and stood in front of He Yingchun, and was drenched.

"Bang!" The pot fell to the ground with a loud noise. The waiter was so frightened when he bumped into the boss that he stood there in a daze. "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't pay attention..."

Heng Yusheng was covered in greasy soup, which had a strong smell. He frowned and waved his hand, "Don't just stand there, pick up the pot and clean it up quickly. Don't delay the serving of the dishes. If you act so recklessly again, I'll leave."

"Yes... yes, clean it up immediately!!" The second brother was so scared that his legs were trembling. He picked up the pot and hurriedly took a rag to wipe it.

He was ruthless when the servants made mistakes. He Yingchun watched from the side and felt that he had some of Wen Jingzhao's style of doing things. Is it true that all the young masters from wealthy families have this style of managing people?

"Is it not frightening you?" Heng Yusheng spoke first.

"No, no..." He Yingchun glanced at his chest unintentionally, was stunned for a moment, pointed at Heng Yusheng, and murmured, "You...your chest..."

Heng Yusheng's heart trembled and skipped a beat. Seeing that she was pointing at his chest, he covered it with one hand.

Today, Heng Yusheng was wearing moon-white clothes with a green bamboo pattern, looking thin and tall. But at this moment, because of the soup, the clothes stuck to his body, outlining the ups and downs of his chest. He had breasts.

No, strictly speaking, she has breasts.

Although she was obviously wrapped in something, He Yingchun's gaze moved to Heng Yusheng's face, but she was indeed a woman.

Heng Yusheng reacted immediately, hugged her chest, and looked embarrassed. There were people coming and going, so He Yingchun quickly covered her with her thick outer clothes. It was cold outside, so she was dressed warmly with several layers underneath.

"Boss Heng's clothes are dirty. Do you have any clean clothes?" He Yingchun pretended not to see anything.

Heng Yusheng stared at her and was silent for a long time before replying, "Yes, I have my own resting place at the back of the second floor."

He Yingchun walked in front, Heng Yusheng followed behind with his head down. The two of them entered the innermost room, which was separated by a screen and seemed to have a bed.

Heng Yusheng went in to change clothes, and He Yingchun was waiting outside.

There was a rustling sound of someone putting on clothes behind her, which made He Yingchun feel very uncomfortable. It was not a good thing to pry into other people's secrets.

She suddenly remembered that Wen Jingzhao said that day that Heng Yusheng and his sister were kidnapped when they were young, and only he came back. Now it seems that it is his sister who has come back, not his brother. This explains why his temperament changed so drastically.

There was no sound behind her, and He Yingchun said, "I'll turn around, Boss Heng? Have you changed?" She turned around and her coat was handed to her from behind the screen. "Thank you very much. I have some problems with my clothes. Thank you for your help today, so I won't see you off."

"...Okay, I'll leave first." He Yingchun felt strange, but didn't ask any more questions. She picked up her clothes and walked to open the door.

"That...what happened today..." Heng Yusheng raised his voice behind the screen, and it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

"Well... I didn't see anything, Boss Heng. I'm leaving first." He Yingchun opened the door and left without waiting for her to speak. She almost fled out of Jiangyue Building. She scratched the back of her neck, feeling a chill on her back. She looked up at the plaque and decided to avoid this place.

On the second floor, Zhuang Rui and Heng Yusheng watched her walk away through the crack in the window. Heng Yusheng was still wearing the dirty clothes, and Zhuang Rui held a dagger in his hand. "I have to kill her!!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "Miss, how can you stop me? If she goes out and tells nonsense, we will all be finished!"

Heng Yusheng shook her head. "No, the person she was with before must have known she was coming. If he died in the building, it would be a big trouble."

Zhuang Rui loosened his grip on the knife and shook his head after a while. "Forget it, Miss, change your clothes quickly."

Heng Yusheng glanced at the moon-white clothes on her body and said, "Please change all my clothes into dark colors. Forget it," she waved her hand, "Just change them all into black." Since she has been pretending, she has to pretend for the rest of her life.

Zhuang Rui sighed, "Ah."