"What's wrong with you when my mother is talking to you? Do you not want to see Xiao Ke anymore? Believe me or not, Xiao Ke will not be allowed to study anymore. Get over here and serve my mother right now!" Cai Runiang stood up and threatened Madam Feng directly.

She pointed her finger at Madam Feng's nose, striking a haughty and noble pose.

Su Jiaoniang stood in front of Madam Feng: "Take your finger back, or I'll cut it off!"

She hates it when that kid threatens people.

If it were just about the shop and the money, she wouldn't get involved. But Cai Ke was born to Madam Feng, and she never understood that a child is born to its mother and stays in its mother's womb for ten months. Women suffer for so long just to give birth.

Whether it's divorce in later generations or divorce in ancient Beijing, children can only stay with their father.

Why should I?!

Because he released a Dior!

If it's good for the child, I can rest assured.

With Cai Runiang around, even Cai Ke's studies became a problem.

Su Jiaoniang could not tolerate it.

Cai Runiang stared at Su Jiaoniang, her eyes filled with resentment: "Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me? Get out!"

Su Jiaoniang was about to break Cai Runiang's fingers.

A cool breeze came, and her face was warm, her clothes stained with red plum blossoms.

Cai Runiang's fingers landed in the hot pot soup pot, and a sharp dagger was stuck firmly in the corner of the table. At this moment, as the thick soup bubbled and rolled, Cai Runiang's fingers also rolled in the pot.

...

Mrs. Cai, who was eating hotpot, let out a scream. She was quite old, but her voice was very loud.

A scream startled many people.

The hot pot restaurant instantly descended into chaos.

Su Jiaoniang immediately sent Xie Shi to appease her.

Ms. Xie raised her voice and explained that there had been a small misunderstanding. She then offered a serving of pig's stomach to each table, which calmed things down.

Rong Zhen walked step by step toward Madam Cai's table. His gaze lingered on Su Jiaoniang's face for a second, and Su Jiaoniang's breath caught in her throat. She stared at Rong Zhen's face, which could be said to be the most handsome man she had ever seen since she transmigrated.

He was even on par with the regent.

She was only slightly less attractive than her son, Futu.

He was looking at her?

Pooh!

Why are you looking at her? If she hadn't seen this person entangled with Madam Feng earlier, Mian would have thought she was being treated like a heroine in a novel, with those eyes staring at her.

Every handsome man I've ever met loves me.

Rong Zhen shifted his gaze to Madam Feng.

"Is this what you meant by living well in the Cai family?"

Just as Madam Feng was about to speak, Old Madam Cai couldn't hold back any longer: "Who are you? How dare you draw your knife in broad daylight?! I demand to see the authorities!"

"I am here." Magistrate Hu, who had originally planned to search for Su Jiaoniang, walked in from outside and his gaze fell on Cai Runiang.

His eyes held an undisguised disgust.

Fortunately, he had already told his son to divorce this woman.

Otherwise, with his talent for causing trouble, he'll eventually be unable to control himself.

"Greetings, Your Excellency. Why have you come here? Do you need to stay at my humble abode?" Magistrate Hu glanced at Rong Zhen, especially at the red cloud patterns embroidered on Rong Zhen's clothes. Throughout the world, only a few people would dress like this and wear such clothes.

The head of the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs in the palace.

Rongzhen!

He reached up and touched the sweat on his forehead.

Magistrate Hu felt extremely sad and distressed.

The household chores haven't been sorted out yet.

Things outside caught fire.

We just saw off the regent from the neighboring country, and now the murderer from the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs is here again. Does Heaven just like to see him serving others?

Magistrate Hu bowed his head.

Rong Zhen pulled Madam Feng towards the outside: "No need, it's a private matter."

Madam Feng turned to look at Su Jiaoniang, who took a couple of steps. She stopped. Following her was pointless; the man was an adult.

Officials have unusual hobbies.

Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Cai Runiang: "Would you like to continue eating?"

As she spoke, she used chopsticks to pick out her fingers that were tumbling in the hot pot and placed them in the dipping sauce dish in front of Cai Runiang.

Madam Cai immediately gagged and lost all interest in eating.

Cai Runiang, holding her injured finger, walked outside.

This time, Madam Cai hated the hot pot shop, Su Jiaoniang, and Madam Feng to the core.

Watching the two figures leave, Su Jiaoniang turned to the shop assistant and instructed him to be cautious in the future.

The Cai family will definitely resort to underhanded tactics this time.

Su Jiaoniang looked at the burning pot and thought for a moment, then said, "Don't put this pot out to cook anymore, it's not clean."

After saying that, he felt it was a waste, so he thought for a moment and continued, "It can be used for a lottery. If anyone who comes to eat hot pot today is interested and doesn't mind getting dirty, they can draw a slip of paper from the lottery box when they leave."

Xie wrote down Su Jiaoniang's words, took out a square box from the backyard, and put countless crumpled pieces of paper inside.

Most of the crumpled paper only had four words on it: Thank you for your patronage.

There was one left, a red one, with the words "Black Pot" written on it.

People who had eaten hotpot came out of the box, saw the words "lottery" written in big letters on it, and heard fingers falling through the air, but didn't pay much attention.

The important thing is the pot.

Besides, it's just a finger, not a human head.

If you have a pot like this at home, you can enjoy hot pot whenever you want, whether you're busy or not.

Although we don't have the spicy broth here, we can still make pork tripe and mushroom soup.

As for the seasoning, well, just add an extra portion when you eat it.

Anyway, I'll mix it myself.

Quietly pick out the red things to keep for later at home.

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