Chapter 370 It’s hard to find even with a lantern
"It's not salty, it tastes just right to me." Feng Jing put the washed dishes on the rack to drain, shook off the water droplets on his hands and walked over.
He glanced at the half-full bowl of wontons in front of Chu Liuzheng, thinking it was what she had left over. He couldn't help but sigh, "If you can't finish it, don't cook so much. It's a waste."
"They're not mine." Chu Liuzheng poked open a wonton with his chopsticks. "I cooked it for the young master, but he said it was too salty and didn't eat much."
Seeing her listless and listless, Feng Jing thought Xiao Jingfan had scolded her. He immediately crossed the bench and sat down opposite her, saying soothingly, "The young master is a noble, unlike the rest of us. Next time, make it for the young master separately and use less salt."
Chu Liuzheng sighed.
I wish it was really a salt issue.
Feng Jing looked at her and said, "You've sighed eight hundred times today. What could possibly make you so worried?"
"Not yet..." Chu Liuzheng slumped down on the table in annoyance, buried his face in his arms and rolled around, stomping his feet under the table as if he wanted to trample through the ground.
Feng Jing didn't hear what she said next, but she was quite startled by the noise. He leaned back, staring at the madman opposite him with wide eyes in disbelief: "Are you possessed?"
He can only cure diseases but not exorcise evil spirits!
"You're the one possessed." Chu Liuzheng raised his head and glared at him unhappily, "Can you please hope for my well-being?"
"Sure." Feng Jing, who had just left the stool, sat back down and followed her example by leaning on the table. His tone was filled with gossip, "Are you worried about the young master?"
Chu Liuzheng snorted "hmm".
Feng Jing cleared his throat and said, "For the sake of our friendship, I'll help you think about it."
Chu Liuzheng looked at him. She wanted to hear what this miracle doctor could come up with.
Feng Jing: "There's a folk saying that goes, 'Marry a man to provide you with food and clothing.' In this regard, the young master has no choice."
Chu Liuzheng: "...I heard this from the village matchmaker when I was a child."
"It doesn't matter who said it." Feng Jing forced himself to get back to the point. "Just tell me if it's right or not."
Chu Liuzheng thought about it and realized that material foundation was indeed important, so he nodded reluctantly.
Feng Jing continued, "Women all love handsome men. With the young master's bearing and elegance, one of him is worth ten handsome men, right?"
Chu Liuzheng, who is obsessed with looks, found it difficult to refute and nodded again.
Seeing her agree, Feng Jing counted on his fingers: "He has power, money, food, land, and houses. He is good-looking and healthy, talented in both literature and martial arts, and has talent and means. He has a large group of capable people under his command. With just one word, he can confer a title on his father-in-law's family. If this were in the hands of a matchmaker, he would be a good husband that you would never find even if you searched for a lantern in a million."
Chu Liuzheng said coldly, "Yes, he's still a good husband with three thousand beauties in his harem and the ability to confiscate his father-in-law's property and exterminate his clan with just one word."
Feng Jing scratched his face: "...You need to think more about the benefits."
The more Chu Liuzheng listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He squinted his eyes and looked at him: "Who told you to say these things?"
Feng Jing: “…”
He looked up at the sky, silence is golden.
"If you don't tell me, we can't be friends anymore." Chu Liuzheng knocked on the table with a very serious expression.
"Okay, I'll tell you." Feng Jing looked at her, "It's Chen Xing."
"Chen Xing?" Chu Liuzheng was surprised and puzzled, "Why would she do such a thing?"
"Then you have to ask her." Feng Jing shrugged. "I owe her a favor, so I'm going to pay her back. She told me to memorize what she said just now, and then she told me to say it to you. There's a lot more to it, and it took me a long time to memorize it. Do you want to listen to it—"
"I don't want to listen." Chu Liuzheng felt confused. He picked up the wonton bowl on the table and poured the remaining wontons into the泔水袋.
Feng Jing came over and poked her shoulder: "Are you angry?"
"No." She washed the bowl and said, "Let's go."
Feng Jing walked side by side with her and tilted his head to look at her: "Are you really not angry?"
"Yeah." Chu Liuzheng lowered his head and stepped on his own shadow.
She was indeed not angry. What others did or said was their business and she had no right to interfere.
She didn't want to guess why Chen Xing did this. It was already very difficult for her to take care of herself now.
Seeing that she didn't blame him, Feng Jing felt a little uncomfortable and whispered, "I will make the medicine you want for you as soon as possible."
"Really?" Chu Liuzheng's eyes lit up, a little surprised.
Feng Jing nodded, thinking that it would be an apology.
Chu Liuzheng's mood improved a little. When he parted with Feng Jing, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Why don't you want Master Jiang to raise the Shadow Moon Gu?"
"Is there?" Feng Jing looked up at the sky.
Chu Liuzheng saw his typical guilty conscience and decisively exposed him: "It was the same during the Red Beauty Gu and the Red Tassel. You acted even more excited than Abbey Master Jiang, but what's the hidden secret?"
Feng Jing muttered softly, "Who made me soft-hearted? I can't stand seeing others seeking death in front of me."
Chu Liuzheng: “…”
Why don’t you throw away the poison on your body before saying this?
She asked tentatively, "Is Abbot Jiang's life in danger?"
"Well, probably." Feng Jing answered vaguely. Seeing that Chu Liuzheng wanted to ask more questions, he quickly slipped away.
Chu Liuzheng frowned as he watched him run away, opened the system and looked through it, but did not find any relevant information.
Suddenly, one more worry was added.
She raised her hand and rubbed her temple, only to feel a headache.
The consequence of thinking about things before going to bed is that you will still be worried when you wake up.
Looking at the dim sky outside the window, Chu Liuzheng rubbed his sleep-messy hair, and couldn't remember what he had just dreamed about.
She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and washed up quickly. Then she took her purse and went out to buy breakfast and get some fresh air.
When he reached the door, he happened to bump into Lu Fei who was coming in. Chu Liuzheng took the initiative to greet him: "Have you just come back?"
"Yeah." Lu Fei, still covered in dew, glanced at the gray sky and reminded, "It looks like it's going to rain. It's best to bring an umbrella when you go out."
"I'll just go to the street corner and buy some egg pancakes. I'll be back soon." Chu Liuzheng asked with a smile, feeling that carrying an umbrella was in the way. "What do you want for breakfast? I'll buy it all."
"Then I'll trouble you, young lady." Lu Fei said without hesitation, "If you have fried dough sticks or rice dumplings, please bring me one portion. I want salty ones."
"good."
It was still early and there were few people on the street.
As soon as the stall selling egg-filled pancakes was set up at the street corner, a customer named Chu Liuzheng came.
She glanced at the stall and saw that it was relatively clean, so she asked, "How much are the cakes?"
"Five cents a piece." The stall owner was a middle-aged woman wearing a flowery headscarf. She had a rosy complexion, slightly yellow skin, obvious smile wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a powerful voice.
She greeted enthusiastically: "How many do you want, girl?"
"Six." Chu Liuzheng counted the people and changed his words, "No, ten."
It's a big deal.
The old lady's face was wrinkled with laughter. She carefully wrote down Chu Liuzheng's request and started making pancakes.
While she was busy, she chatted with Chu Liuzheng: "You look unfamiliar, girl, but did you just move in?"
"I'm here to visit relatives." Chu Liuzheng answered casually, his eyes wandering around the stalls, looking for the fried dough sticks and rice dumplings that Lu Fei wanted to eat.
The knowledgeable stall owners called out to sell things like steamed buns, sazi, tea eggs, fried dough sticks, rice dumplings, and tofu pudding... all of which looked very tempting.
Inexplicably, Chu Liuzheng's mood, which had been irritable since waking up early, became much better.
Although you can't buy as many as ten egg-filled pancakes, it's still okay to buy one or two of each to try.
There are so many people anyway, so there is no need to worry about not being able to finish the food.
The only downside is that she is alone and it is difficult to carry too much if she buys too much.
Just as she was considering buying two more pancakes and asking the stall owner to deliver them to her, a voice came from the side, "Do you need help?"
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