Chapter 197 A Bowl of Porridge

On the way back, An Changlu couldn't help but ask.

"Girl, you attacked the prefect, aren't you afraid of his revenge in the future?"

Chen Shiyi frowned slightly.

"He wouldn't dare to do that, unless he was determined to give up his official position and fight me to the death. But I'm sure that a person who wants to climb up the social ladder and is greedy will never give up the position he has worked so hard to get."

Fudan University also somewhat disagrees.

"Is this a radical and risky move on your part?"

"Anyway, I won't get any benefit from those greedy people. It's better to be fierce and ruthless. Let them be afraid of me, but they won't dare to touch me once they find something wrong with me. This kind of relationship is the most stable."

"Moreover, this move will relieve all worries. We can gain a foothold in Anzhou without the protection of any power."

Chen Shiyi did not go to see Yuan Zhizhou the next day.

It was said that he was seriously ill and no one was allowed to visit him.

It has been very quiet recently. No one has picked a fight with Chen Shiyi. As he is bedridden, no one dares to look for him in the later stage. He also has no intention of looking for President Tian. Chen Shiyi told his wife about his mistress and the fact that they had several children.

"You said, this person looks so majestic outside, but at home, he is as frightened as a pus bag?"

Li Yunzhou smiled and said after hearing what Bailing said.

"The man surnamed Tian was originally a son-in-law of a wealthy family. Naturally, he couldn't hold his head up at home, so he could only show off his power outside to save face."

Then she added.

"All men are like that."

At this point, An Changlu disagreed.

"What do you mean all men are like this? I am not like that. Whether at home or outside, I always put my wife first."

Bailing was very confused.

"Captain An, I remember that you never got married. When did you get a wife?"

Everyone turned their eyes towards Anchang Road.

I only heard him say this in a embarrassed tone.

"In the future, I will have a wife."

Chen Shiyi was drinking the shredded chicken congee in the bowl. The shredded chicken was refreshing and tender, with a suitable salty flavor, which was very warm and appetizing.

"This porridge is good. Bailing's cooking skills have improved."

Bai Ling said with a smile.

"This is the craftsmanship of County Magistrate An."

Chen Shiyi was very surprised.

"Brother An has such cooking skills, it won't be long before he has a wife."

An Changlu shook his head, looking embarrassed.

"Miss, this is what Master Pei taught me. He taught me many dishes, but I learned something about this porridge. He taught me how to make it, and I will make it for you often..."

Everyone looked at Chen Shiyi.

"Why are you all looking at me? Don't you know everything about me? You are all grown up now, it's time for you to get married. It seems that there hasn't been any happy event in Jinzhu Garden for a long time."

These words are like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the hearts of the people on the scene are like surging waves.

At night, an uninvited guest came to Anchang Road's room.

As Fu Da entered the room, he cleared his throat.

"The guy named Pei taught you how to make that porridge?"

An Changlu's expression was very complicated.

"Why do you all come to ask me how to make this porridge?"

“Who else has been here before?”

"Bo Yuan."

Fu Da rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

"He's here to study too?"

"Yeah, but it looks like it's hard to learn."

"Why?"

"Too delicate and accustomed to keeping it that way. I told him that the shredded chicken in the porridge must be very particular. It must be from chickens that have been laid within three months. The chickens must be steamed first, and then marinated with vegetable oil, red pepper, and old sauce..."

"And then?"

"Do you know what he asked me? He asked what a chicken is? Why must a chicken be steamed? Can't it be eaten roasted? Why must clear oil be used? Can't lard be used? He also said that the sauce was black and smelled strange, so why was it used? ... Do you know what I told him?"

Fu Da was also confused.

"How did you tell him?"

"I told him with my fists. If you ask me these weird questions again, I won't just use fists next time."

Fu Da said "oh" and prepared to walk out.

"Hey, didn't you want to study? Why did you leave?"

Fu Da said coldly.

"I don't think I can learn it either, because I think the questions Boyuan asked are also the ones I want to ask."

An Changlu looked at Fu Da's receding back.

"It's really strange. Who are they cooking for?"

The next morning, Bo Yuanxian diligently served Chen Shiyi a bowl of porridge.

"Boss, come and try it and see if it tastes right?"

In the white porcelain bowl, the porridge is thick and sprinkled with a few green onions. The aroma is overflowing and it makes people salivate at the first sight.

Chen Shiyi couldn't believe it. Was this done by Bo Yuan?

Isn't this too surprising?

"Although it's not as good as Brother An's, it's almost there. Bo Yuan, you're amazing..."

Bo Yuan was very happy to hear Chen Shiyi's praise, and immediately served a bowl to Bai Ling.

"Bai Ling, I made this myself, and the boss said it tastes great."

Bailing took it with a smile.

"Oh, Boyuan, you usually complained about the strong smell when I asked you to help me light the fire in the kitchen, but now you cook by yourself. You have made progress..."

Bailing patted his shoulder, feeling very relieved.

Bo Yuan watched Bai Ling gently blow away the hotness of the meat porridge in the soup spoon, tasted it tentatively, and thought it was too hot. He stuck out his tongue to blow out the heat, then carefully put it into his mouth with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Is it delicious?”

Bai Ling couldn't help but nodded.

Fu Da, who was standing next to him, dropped his chopsticks heavily and stood up suddenly.

"You guys eat, I'm full."

Chen Shiyi was very confused. Why was he so angry so early in the morning?

Li Yunzhou looked left and right, and had an idea in his mind.

She approached Chen Shiyi meaningfully.

"Let me tell you, there is something going on among us."

Before he finished speaking, a bowl was placed in front of Li Yunzhou, and An Changlu smiled in a flattering manner.

"Master Li, eat some quickly, or they will take away everything."

Chen Shiyi smiled with his lips pursed.

"Yes, that is indeed the case."

When Li Yunzhou heard this, her expression froze.

At night, I added oil to the lantern and heard cicadas chirping non-stop. It was the height of summer and when I opened the window, I could see the swaying shadows of the willow trees by the pond and the cool breeze blowing across my face, which was very comfortable.

Chen Shiyi felt the coolness of the late night, dipped his pen into ink, and wrote a letter to Pei Luoshu.

A Luo, a bowl of porridge lit up someone's love and extinguished the light in someone's heart.

The wasted years, the shoes and socks stained by mud, the sleeves soaked by the heavy rain, the dark nights with lights blown out, the rose petals swept by the autumn wind, the past that was betrayed...

Just like the autumn dew that passes through your fingertips, it rises in the east and disappears into nothingness.

Perhaps today has forgotten yesterday, and it is like the warm sunshine encountering the cold ice.

Repeat over and over again, never get tired.

People and people, hearts and hearts, feelings and feelings...

Everyone has his own measure and his own mission.