Perhaps it was because of Sanlang, or perhaps it was because of Mr. Xunmei's own aura, but Jiangshan felt a deep sense of gratitude towards this old man, and an indescribable desire to get close to him and care for him.
She strode forward, bowed, and reached out to help Mr. Xunmei up. With a charming smile, she said, "I was originally planning to visit you tomorrow, but now that's great! I can get a good night's sleep tonight and don't have to worry about being impolite when I visit you tomorrow!"
Mr. Xunmei stared blankly at Jiangshan, unable to react for a long time.
"Teacher, please sit here!" Sanlang chuckled and helped Mr. Xunmei to the seat of honor, then sat down on either side of him with Jiangshan.
"Teacher, Brother Stone, let me introduce you. This is my sister, and that is my nephew, Jiang Huai!"
Shi Tou stood up, bowed respectfully to Jiang Shan, and called out "Sister Jiang" with a slightly flushed face.
Jiang Shan returned the greeting with a half-bow, gestured for Shi Tou to sit down, and said with a smile, "We're all family, so there's no need to be so polite in the future! San Lang is so grateful for the care and help he's received from you all, and I'll be troubling you again in the future. I can't express my gratitude enough; as his older sister, I really don't know what to say!"
Jiang Shan's words were simple and honest, yet they warmed everyone's hearts.
Mr. Xunmei's gaze was still fixed on Jiang Shan's face, and his expression was somewhat dazed.
This might seem a bit impolite to others, but Jiang Shan smiled and poured Mr. Xunmei a glass of fruit wine, saying with a beaming smile, "Does the gentleman think I'm beautiful and capable? Many people say so!"
Xue Zhen burst out laughing, successfully pulling Mr. Xunmei back to his senses.
Mr. Xunmei smiled and nodded, saying kindly, "Seeing you reminds me of an old friend. She was just like you, beautiful and capable!"
Jiang Shan burst out laughing, his clear and cheerful laughter making everyone at the table laugh.
Mr. Xunmei doesn't like drinking, but he really enjoys the fruit wine that Jiangshan brought from Guxian Town.
Fruit wine is still wine, and it can be enjoyed to the fullest. Jiangshan then had Fu Wen and An Er accompany Mr. Xunmei for a few drinks, while the younger ones drank sweet soup.
Unexpectedly, after drinking a cup of wine, An Er turned into a steamed crab.
His face was flushed, and his eyes were somewhat glazed. He held his chopsticks like he was holding a sword, poking at the table repeatedly.
When Fu Wen saw him like this, he knew something was wrong.
Mr. Xunmei decisively asked Fu Wen to take him out to sober up.
No sooner had the two left than the sounds of fighting came from outside.
"Oh no!" Saburo exclaimed and rushed out first.
Fu Wen had formally studied martial arts, but he was no match for An Er, a secret guard. He was thrown out by An Er in less than ten moves.
What Jiang Shan saw was Fu Wen being thrown out by An Er.
If Fu Wen hadn't had some martial arts skills, he would have been thrown back ten steps before barely managing to regain his balance; anyone would have coughed up blood in his place.
Just as An Er was about to make another move, San Lang rushed forward, grabbed him tightly around the waist, and shouted, "Brother An, don't fight! Don't fight! We're on the same side! We're on the same side!"
An Er glanced at San Lang in his arms and asked, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, "Our own people? Aren't we going to fight?"
"Yes, they're our own people, we can't fight them!" Sanlang shouted resolutely.
"Oh, we're on the same side, we won't fight!" An Er swayed precariously, half-hanging on San Lang, his reddened eyes still warily watching the people around him.
Fu Wen rubbed his chest, his face ashen, and stepped forward, supporting An Er with the help of Sanlang.
"Brother Fu, you must not touch Brother An's waist, or you'll get beaten up!" Sanlang warned repeatedly from the side.
"What a stupid habit!" Fu Wen muttered as he took An Er's arm and went to the guest room.
Jiang Shan swallowed hard and looked at Sanlang with a questioning gaze.
Sanlang helplessly spread his hands, "Brother An is a master. Last time, a thief touched Brother An's waist and Brother An threw him onto the roof! Another uncle carrying a bag accidentally brushed against Brother An's waist, and Brother An kicked him and his bag into a tree where he was hanging!"
Is this just an ordinary expert? His combat power is off the charts!
"Sister Jiang, don't worry. Brother An only beats up bad guys. He's so nice, he even teaches us kung fu!" Xiao Qi said with a childish expression.
Jiang Shan stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.
In period dramas, restaurants usually have thugs or something similar. Since this hidden second owner has such high fighting skills, why not make use of him!
Looking at the glint in Jiang Shan's eyes, Mr. Xunmei stroked his beard with some concern.
This girl doesn't seem to know the silly boy's identity or background. Whether keeping it from the siblings is a good thing or a bad thing is hard to say.
The meal was not affected by Fu Wen's beating. Everyone, from Mr. Xunmei to the seven brothers, was extremely happy and cheerful. The atmosphere was wonderful.
Jiang Shan has a knack for setting the pace. She doesn't possess the refined manners of the ladies from prominent families in the capital, but every word she speaks and every smile is down-to-earth, making it impossible not to be drawn to her. Her ideas are novel, her words are humorous, and her vocabulary is rich. She seems to possess a mysterious power that attracts everyone's attention.
Sanlang looked at his sister with delight, and the proud expression in his eyes made his brothers' hearts itch with envy.
Saburo's sister is also their sister!
"I came in a bit of a hurry this time and didn't have time to prepare gifts for everyone. I'll make up for the gifts for the younger brothers later. But there is one thing that Mr. Shi can use right now."
As they were talking, Jiang Shan had Xi'er bring out a bundle containing a pair of knee pads, a pair of cashmere gloves, and a pair of winter boots made of wool and sheepskin.
Jiang Shan knelt down and personally helped Mr. Xunmei put on his sheepskin boots.
Mr. Xunmei was so happy he couldn't stop smiling, nodding repeatedly and saying, "Perfect, perfect!"
"Try the gloves again to see if they fit."
Mr. Xunmei happily accepted the gloves, but just as he was about to put them on, his gaze froze on a plum blossom on the gloves.
The plum blossom was embroidered with several kinds of red silk threads. It was a small and delicate flower, but it had a great sense of layering and looked very realistic. This plum blossom was embroidered on the wrist. It was inconspicuous, but it was like a mark that was unforgettable.
"These flowers... did you embroider them?" Mr. Xunmei's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
Jiang Shan glanced at the plum blossoms on the gloves and said, "I didn't even know there were flowers embroidered on them until you told me. You think too highly of me. These were made by my mother. The gloves, knee pads, and boots were all made by my mother."
"Did your mother embroider this? Where is your mother from? How old is she? What is her surname?" Mr. Xunmei asked anxiously, his eyes red.
Jiang Shan glanced at Sanlang somewhat nervously, then helped Mr. Xunmei sit down. "Sir, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this flower?"
Mr. Xunmei seemed to realize that he had lost his composure. He turned his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a deep voice, "My daughter likes to embroider plum blossoms like this. When I first saw this plum blossom embroidery, I thought..."
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