Chapter 185 There is a woman outside
He Sang dodged his hand and said, "I'm not used to using the stove, so it accidentally stuck to the wall of the pot. It's not serious."
She handed over the bowl of soup, but Ji Xilan thought it was pretentious. Making medicinal food was not complicated, but it could still cause burns. He was a delicate person, so he was not willing to accept her kindness.
"She can eat it or not." Liang Jishen got angry and snatched the bowl, poured it into the spare plate, and slammed it on the table. "Sister Fang, the medicine box."
Another servant served Liang Chihui a bowl. He always ate slowly and chewed his food carefully. Today, he didn't have time to let the food cool down, so he drank it in one breath for the first time and scooped down another bowl for himself.
The servant scooped for him, "Second Master, drink slowly, be careful of the heat."
Ji Xilan was even more embarrassed and looked at him with disdain, "How long have you been hungry, Lao Er?"
Liang Chihui didn't answer the question, "Thank you Aunt Ji for your concern."
She rolled her eyes secretly, wondering who was thinking about her.
Sister Fang handed the ointment and cotton swab to Liang Jishen. He Sang held out his hand and said, "I'll apply it myself."
"Behave yourself and don't move." He frowned.
He Sang was subconsciously afraid of him, and obeyed his words, and stopped moving instantly.
"Where can you find such a virtuous and filial daughter-in-law? The Fang family is great, Miss Fang, are you willing to cook soup for your parents-in-law? Would you not take credit for your work and hide your injuries?" Liang Jishen finished applying the medicine and casually lifted his eyelids. "You only cook once a year for your father's birthday party. You cut yourself while cutting vegetables, and you went to the hospital with all the fanfare to disinfect and bandage your entire hand. That was you who did it, right?"
Ji Xilan didn't say anything.
He continued to dismantle the situation, "If Sister Fang had handled it more efficiently, the knife wound would have healed. Why would we need to go to the hospital?"
Liang Chihui suddenly laughed.
The laughter was very light, but He Sang was close enough to hear it clearly. She looked up and saw that Liang Chihui had grasped the handle of a folding fan, which was made of bamboo. He shook his right hand in the air, opening it to cover half of his face. His eyes were lowered and his breathing was fluctuating.
The fan is old and yellowed, with green bamboo, mountain peaks and stone beds painted on it, which is very artistic.
Liang Chihui has a fair face and thick eyebrows, and against the backdrop of the ink painting, he looks like jade.
He Sang remembered that Liang Yanzhang had used this folding fan in the drama theater. The boss who accompanied him on the scene asked him which famous artist it was. He said it was a painter from the Song Dynasty and was bought for seven figures in a private museum in Shenyang.
These traditional first-generation wealthy and powerful people share a common trait: a love of collecting and showing off. The more antiques they own, the more refined and knowledgeable they appear. Their furniture is made of red sandalwood and golden nanmu, in the old Beijing style. They smoke only old brands of cigarettes that are no longer commercially available. They don't wear watches, but instead wear top-quality, consecrated Buddhist beads.
But Liang Yanzhang is not pretending to be elegant. The Liang and Ye families among the four major families have real background, and several of their sons are full of knowledge.
After a long while, Liang Chihui calmed down. His voice was slightly hoarse from suppressing his laughter. "It's dry in spring, a little hot."
"Second Young Master, are you feeling hot?" The servant hurriedly turned on the air conditioner. "The weather is weird. It's sunny in the morning, windy in the afternoon, and clear again in the evening."
Liang Chihui closed the folding fan and put it back where it was. "Is this fan an authentic Song Dynasty one?"
Liang Yanzhang took a quick glance and said, "It's authenticated. It's an authentic work."
Liang Chihui didn't care about the authenticity at all. When the third brother challenged Ji Xilan, he couldn't hold back for a moment. He couldn't just play with the fan for no reason, so he needed to smooth things over.
Ji Xilan knew that the third brother's patience was running out. If she provoked him again, he would speak without restraint and embarrass the third wife. She didn't want to be laughed at by the second wife, so she had to ask Sister Fang to serve the soup, took the bowl and drank a spoonful.
The aroma of medicine and dates is evenly matched, mixed with the fresh and pure taste of matsutake and black chicken. It does not feel like a bitter medicinal food, but more like a carefully simmered soup.
Ji Xilan had a discerning palate, having grown tired of all the delicacies from land and sea. Even the most famous chef in Beijing thought her cooking was average. However, He Sang had put in a lot of effort, controlling the heat and flavor very well. Even though Sister Fang had given her some pointers, her dedication was ultimately to hone her skills day by day for the third child. Ji Xilan said gently, "Thank you for your hard work."
He Sang shook his head, "Mrs. Liang likes to drink it, I'll make it again."
"Since mother sympathizes with your hard work, then I won't cook anymore." Liang Jishen interrupted again, playing with her hands, which looked soft and pink under the yellow light. "Learn from your mother-in-law, eating, drinking and having fun, spending all your husband's money and your son's money."
Ji Xilan didn't agree, "Is that how you teach?"
"What did I teach you?" Liang Jishen draped his arm over the back of the chair, hugging He Sang along with him. His relaxed yet tough temperament was perfectly matched to his. "You married into the Liang family upmarket back then, too. He Sang's family background is similar to my maternal grandparents'. Why were you able to marry into the Liang family without having to do any housework? She married me and had to raise a grandson while cooking. Rumors are circulating that you abused your daughter-in-law and are a wicked mother-in-law. Are you happy about that?"
"I--" Ji Xilan stared.
"Give birth to a grandson?" Liang Chihui looked at her indifferently, "Aunt Ji, do you think that my elder brother and I are infertile?"
He Sang lowered her head. This sentence inexplicably touched her and she almost burst out laughing.
Ji Xilan hadn't expected the third son to sell her out in public, and her expression was uneasy. "You and Liang Jing don't have any women around you... I thought the third son should give birth before you." She paused, "Actually, that's not what I meant. The Liang family has its own rules, with clear distinctions between elders and juniors. You'll have children sooner or later anyway, so you go first. There's no rush, third son. As long as we have more children for the Liang family, your father and I will be happy no matter which branch of the family the eldest grandson is born into."
"Call me mother." Liang Jishen took the opportunity to pat He Sang on the back. "I acknowledge you."
Ji Xilan was busy dealing with the second and third brothers, and was overwhelmed. "What did I admit?"
"Didn't you agree that He Sang and I can have a baby? Big brother and second brother will have one first, and we'll come later." Liang Jishen's brows were full of teasing. "What if He Sang is able to do well and we have one first? That way, Big brother and second brother's burden will be much lighter."
He turned his head and winked at He Sang without leaving any trace. She hesitated for a while, "Father, Mother."
Ji Xilan's face turned pale.
Liang Yanzhang pondered for a second and finally responded.
It would be fine if he didn't mention it, but when he mentioned his eldest grandson, he felt annoyed and stared at Liang Chihui, "I don't count on Liang Jing anymore. He doesn't have the heart to care about children's love. You are older than the third brother, do you have an explanation to the Liang family?"
"I'll have an explanation." Liang Chihui took out a tissue to wipe his hands and smiled mysteriously, "Third brother, will you give way to second brother?"
When their eyes met, Liang Jishen sensed something subtle and dangerous in his eyes. "What do you want me to do?"
His smile was shallow, but it held deep meaning. "Second brother will also hurry up and work hard to get ahead of you. After all, second brother is older, and it's not good for him to fall behind you in this kind of thing."
Liang Jishen looked at him and said, "It seems that my second brother has a woman outside without telling the Liang family."
Liang Chihui left the table silently with a smile in his throat. Just as he was about to go upstairs, He Sang suddenly covered his mouth and ran out of the restaurant, rushing into the public bathroom diagonally opposite.
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