On a dark night, despite the sudden rainstorm, the major restaurants, hotels, brothels, and other places in the capital of Laifeng Kingdom were still crowded with people.
On the evening of the fourth day of the seventh lunar month, at midnight, in the solemn and awe-inspiring Grand General's Mansion, the lights in the rooms of the masters in the backyard had been turned off one after another, and they had all gone to bed. However, Si Chengfeng, in the study of Yueting Nanshe, still stood by the window, staring blankly at the pitch-black night outside.
"Ride the wind~"
Suddenly, a call and the sound of steady and powerful footsteps were heard. Si Chengfeng turned his head to look at the door and saw Feng Cailan in plain clothes striding in.
"Mom, why are you here?"
Seeing that it was Feng Cailan coming, Si Chengfeng hurried forward to greet her.
"I just went to my mother's house. She had just gone to bed and passed by your yard. I saw the light in your study was still on, so I came over to check on you."
As Feng Cailan was talking, she had already come to Si Chengfeng's desk. She saw a piece of paper with an untitled poem on it, so she picked it up and read it:
The air is stuffy and a sudden rain is coming.
The clouds roll in and kiss the river.
After the wind and thunder have become strong,
Wash away all kinds of dirt and dust.
Feng Cailan's gloomy face relaxed slightly, and she gently put the paper back on the desk.
"Chengfeng, I hope our General's Mansion will be like this rainstorm, washing away all the haze once the rain stops."
"These past two days, my mother has been telling me about your marriage. Although our Laifeng Nation has always valued filial piety and righteousness, our General's Mansion is not a place that is conservative and sticks to the old ways."
"What happened to your adoptive grandfather was an accident. You are already seventeen this year. If there is a girl you like, please tell us and we can arrange the marriage within a hundred days. There is no need to wait another three years."
"Today is the 27th day of your adoptive grandfather's death. You have been with us for a long time. Your filial piety is commendable, but you are still young and shouldn't stay here all the time. On the 27th day, I, the legitimate daughter, and Qi Yan, the legitimate granddaughter, are still in the mansion. It's okay. Go and do what you should do."
Looking at the mighty and domineering general, who was bearing the great grief of losing his father and still worrying about his own marriage, Si Chengfeng felt warm in his heart and his eyes were moist.
"Chengfeng thanks stepmother!"
Si Chengfeng sincerely bowed to Feng Cailan, thanking her for her sincere care and also thanking her for rescuing him from the bandits and taking him in in the general's mansion, giving him a chance to be reborn.
After Feng Cailan left, Si Chengfeng also left the study and returned to his dormitory.
Si Chengfeng was lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. When he saw the sudden rain had stopped, he got up and went to the window, looking out at the dark night outside, his heart in a complicated state.
For so many years, the general's mansion had always treated him well. His adoptive grandfather had met with an accident, and although everyone in the mansion was deeply saddened, they were not dejected. Protecting oneself is a form of filial piety. The deceased has passed away, and those who remain should take even greater care of themselves. Picking up the pieces and living a good life is the greatest form of filial piety.
And... he still has very important things to do, which is why he has been working so hard all these years.
He wanted to eat away at the things that woman cared about the most bit by bit. The first step was to slowly empty her out financially, gradually destroying everything she had worked so hard to obtain. And the woman's step-husband, the stepfather who always tortured and harmed her, Si Chengfeng would not let her have an easy time either.
It might sound a bit ridiculous to try to shake up a century-old family with one's own strength, but Si Chengfeng was determined to do it even though he knew it was impossible. Revenge for his father was probably the driving force that kept him going after living like a zombie for so many years.
Moreover, he now had a new goal to pursue. Si Chengfeng would certainly seek revenge, but he would not give up on Hua Qingcheng either.
Si Chengfeng returned to the bed and said to the person he had been thinking about day and night:
Qingcheng, maybe we can meet soon...
The seventh day of the seventh lunar month was a very ordinary day. After Hua Qingcheng left Yu Xiaotian to take care of the pregnant Mu Lige, she took Situ Ye, Han Yichen, and Mu Lanjin with her and rode in a carriage to the shop in Yunshui Town to get back to work.
"Wife, do you think this is okay?"
Situ Ye pointed at the renovated store and asked Hua Qingcheng who was looking around.
After two or three days of hard work, Hua Qingcheng's shop in Yunshui Town has been completely renovated.
The big sign at the door had the five big characters "Jing Hua Yuan Snacks" carved in Mu Lige's running script.
The shop is divided into two areas: the front is for serving customers, and the back houses the kitchen. Upon entering, one is greeted by an exquisitely crafted bar counter. On the back wall, small wooden signs displaying the menu are arranged in sections. Each intricately carved sign lists the name of the dish and its price.
The bar counter served both as the place for taking orders and registering, with the empty area in front used as a queue. To the left and right of the bar were small areas separated by 1.2-meter-high wooden planks, each furnished with tables and chairs. In the corner of each small area was a strangely delicate shelf, though currently unused.
The shop now mainly makes iced drinks and also offers some snacks. Looking at the shop in front of her, which has a modern style but also a simple and elegant style, and is well-organized, Hua Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction.
"Well done, Jiro."
Hua Qingcheng just drew a rough sketch and told Situ Ye the general idea. Unexpectedly, he actually made it look about 70% of her ideal.
"That would also require your brilliant ideas, my wife, and Aunt Qianyi's exquisite craftsmanship."
Situ Ye's resolute face revealed a sun-kissed smile, revealing two rows of white teeth. His previous sharpness and tendency to lash out at others faded, and he became more open-minded and carefree.
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