Chapter 57 Gu Zhengguo's Warning

Hang Jingshu only regarded this incident as an insignificant episode. After seeing the two people disappear from her sight, she returned to Yan's house with the manuscript.

Even in the third year of high school, there is not much homework on weekends. There are no endless real test questions and no sets of exercise books. This provides convenient conditions.

Grandpa Yan ordered clay pot chicken for lunch today, so I had to hurry back to make it.

At the same time, in the dark corner of the building, Su Xiangwan glared angrily at the man who was blocking her: "Gu Zhengguo, why are you blocking me!"

Su Xiangwan already knew that Yan Chengan would be leaving tomorrow and would definitely come here to buy something today, so she came here specially to look for him.

Unexpectedly, Yan Chengan simply treated him as air and simply ignored him!

Su Xiangwan chased all the way here wearing five-centimeter high heels, but suddenly Gu Zhengguo, the Land Rover, popped out!

Seeing Yan Chengan walking further and further away, Su Xiangwan began to speak anxiously: "Everyone says you are Yan Chengan's follower, you really do your job well! Watchdog!"

No matter what Su Xiangwan said, Gu Zhengguo always had a smiling and good-tempered look, with his arms as hard as iron blocking in front of Su Xiangwan until Yan Chengan's back completely disappeared from their sight.

"you!"

Su Xiangwan was so angry that she stamped her feet, and then she even wanted to step on Gu Zhengguo with her heels: "I just want to say a few words to him, why do you always stop me from doing anything!"

Every time!

Whether at the Yan family or before, whenever Su Xiangwan wanted to talk to Yan Chengan alone, this Gu Zhengguo would definitely come out to cause trouble!

Gu Zhengguo was strong and had quick reactions, so he dodged Su Xiangwan's high-heeled shoe attack.

"Su Xiangwan, what do you want to talk to An Zi about?"

Gu Zhengguo suppressed his smile and looked down at the person in front of him: "Would you like to talk about your parents abroad? Or is there a little idea behind your visit this time?"

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When Su Xiangwan heard Gu Zhengguo mention his parents, she stopped moving as if struck by lightning. Her face turned as pale as paper. A bad premonition slowly climbed up from her calves, making her feel cold all over.

At this time, Su Xiangwan still chose to be stubborn: "I just like Cheng'an, I don't mean anything else, really, Gu Zhengguo, please believe me."

Gu Zhengguo was completely different from his usual gentle demeanor at this moment. The smile on his face completely disappeared. He stared at Su Xiangwan coldly and warned: "I don't care whether you like it or not. Your current background is not suitable for contact with An Zi. If you still insist on this..."

He had a somewhat sarcastic smile on his face, not caring that Su Xiangwan's face had turned from pale to blue: "An Zi has an important responsibility. I, as a watchdog, don't care whether you are a man or a woman. If anyone with ulterior motives comes near, I will bite him hard."

Su Xiangwan has been a proud girl since she was a child, and has never been threatened or warned like this. Even if she is proud, she cannot withstand Gu Zhengguo's dominance.

She bit her lip angrily, no longer looking at Zhengguo, wrapped her coat tightly around her, turned around and left.

When Yan Cheng'an walked in, the aroma of food was wafting from the small kitchen.

The two elders of the Yan family would go out for a stroll every day, chatting with their old comrades, and would not come back until before lunch.

There was a noise at the door, and Hang Jingshu looked out, but only saw Yan Chengan.

Strange, didn’t they go out together?

"Mr. Yan is back. We're having hotpot chicken for lunch today. Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll make it now."

Of course, eating clay pot chicken must be served with pancakes. In order to prevent there not being enough for so many people, Hang Jingshu also made meat rolls before putting the chicken into the pot.

Yan Cheng'an looked over in the direction of the sound. In the small kitchen, an iron pot was bubbling with aroma. On the cabinet next to it were several cut side dishes, alternating between red and green, looking neatly arranged.

"It's okay, just do it."

I have been eating Xiao Hang's cooking recently. Yan Cheng'an is no longer like before, only eating spicy dishes with rice. Now he can eat all kinds of flavors.

"OK."

Hang Jingshu continued to work in the kitchen. The clay pot chicken needed to be simmered until the soup became thick. Hang Jingshu calculated the time to add the side dishes, such as dried beans, potatoes, cabbage, and finally some vermicelli.

A circle of dough is stuck to the edge of the pot, and when it is taken out of the pot, the cake is also covered with a lot of vegetable aroma. It is soft and chewy without hurting the teeth, which is just right for the elderly.

This big pot uses six pounds of free-range chicken. It has a good texture and flavor, and it is definitely enough to eat with the side dishes.

Hang Jingshu also added a light dried spinach and hibiscus soup, and the cold vegetable was sweet and sour shredded radish.

After lunch, Grandpa Yan only asked his grandson what time his train ticket was for the next day. After instructing him to pack up his things, he took his chess board and went to play chess with his old friends.

No matter where you are going or when you will return.

Yu Lihong leaned over to Hang Jingshu and sighed: "From the old to the young, everyone in the Yan family has a very high level of ideological awareness."

Hang Jingshu shook his head and said nothing. As an elder, how could he not care at all? He just didn't want the younger generation to be sad.

Before, Grandpa Yan's hands had never shaken when he held the chessboard.

Grandma Yan looked out the window with red eyes, and did not touch a sip of the brewed scented tea.

Hang Jingshu had finished his homework on Saturday night and continued to tinker in the kitchen in the afternoon.

There was nothing delicious on the train, so Hang Jingshu prepared a few bottles of sauce for Yan Chengan and the others to take with them.

It also completes his knowledge, guidance and friendship during this period.

There were all kinds of ingredients available at home, and with Grandma Yan's approval, Hang Jingshu spent an afternoon making three kinds of sauces.

Mushroom sauce, beef sauce, and homemade egg yolk soy sauce.

Egg sauce has the shortest shelf life and must be eaten on the train.

Before going to bed, Hang Jingshu covered the dough and prepared to make some egg pancakes and screw cakes for the two of them the next day.

I don't know where to go, but the poor will eventually become rich.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Yan Cheng'an and Gu Zhengguo went out with their luggage. One of the cloth bags contained the pancakes that Hang Jingshu had baked that morning.

The kettle is wrapped in a thermal cloth cover and filled with pumpkin and two-grain porridge, which is good for the stomach.

Hang Jingshu has become accustomed to going to school on a regular basis and this rhythm of life. Although every day is busy, it is fulfilling.

I can even take some time out of my busy schedule to think about submitting my article.

The atmosphere in the class became better and better, and more and more people talked to Hang Jingshu. Following Hang Jingshu's learning method, everyone gradually understood English and finally no longer had to memorize it by rote.

The evening sunlight cast a golden glow all over the ground. Hang Jingshu walked towards Yan's house with brisk steps. When he reached the intersection, he saw Wang Silan waiting for him at the gate.

"My dear girl!" Wang Silan waved enthusiastically to Hang Jingshu and patted the bicycle beside her proudly.

My mother is really smart and capable. With money in hand, she has the confidence. The bicycle she has been talking about for a long time has arrived immediately!