"Uncle Bai, I think you may be wrong."
Song Yuehua sat back in her chair and said slowly, "I am willing to help because I am kind-hearted. This matter does not benefit me in the slightest. I have to rely on both personal relationships and money. Why should I guarantee you?"
The middle-aged man choked and thought to himself, you just looked like you were going to stand up for the brother and sister.
The Bai family finally signed the document under the witness of Zhou Lizheng.
After everyone left, Zhou Lizheng asked Song Yuehua, "Girl, do you really want to find the county magistrate?"
"How could that be?" Song Yuehua said with a smile, "That's all bluffing."
Zhou Lizheng: "..."
Bai Shu, who was standing by, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this.
Song Yuehua thought that after getting this document and the house deed was transferred under Bai's name, this group of people would no longer have any bad intentions.
After returning home, Liu Xue sighed and said, "I should have sold this house earlier, so that everyone wouldn't get jealous."
"Sold it?" Song Yuehua looked at Bai Shu.
Bai Shu just lowered his head and said nothing.
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "Don't worry, the matter will be resolved soon. It won't be sold, and no one will come to occupy it. This house belongs to you, and no one can take it away."
Seeing that Song Yuehua was confident, Liu Xue asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I have a good idea!" Song Yuehua said with a smile.
Liu Xue, "..."
It was already late when they left Zhou's house. After Song Yuehua returned home, Master Duan came to her again and asked her for some medicinal wine.
Song Yuehua poured him half a can and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Duan Yidao sighed helplessly, looked at her deeply again, took the medicinal wine and left without saying a word.
Song Yuehua, "..."
Not long after, the master and servant of the Yan family also returned.
Seeing his cheerful expression, Yan Feng said to Xie Wenwu and Song Yuehua who were cooking dinner in the kitchen, "I'm in a good mood today, so add a few more dishes tonight!"
Xie Wenwu was a little unhappy. He was not Crazy Yan's cook. "There are only these dishes. Eat them if you like."
"What dish?" Yan Fengjian asked.
Xie Wenwu said, "Squirrel fish."
"Squirrel fish? I've never eaten it, nor have I heard of it," Yan Fengjian said with a frown.
Just as Xie Wenwu was feeling unhappy, he heard him continue, "But with your cooking skills, nothing can be bad. Let's have squirrel fish tonight!"
Xie Wenwu's face turned red, and he said shyly, "There's still some pork left. I'll make you some braised pork."
"Thank you for your hard work, chef." Yan Fengjian patted Xie Wenwu on the shoulder.
"What's the point of calling him chef? Really..." Xie Wenwu said happily, "I remember you like spicy food, I'll add more chili."
These two people are quite loving.
"Song Yuehua," Yan Fengjian looked at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said proudly, "Duan Yidao lost!"
"Lost?" Song Yuehua was shocked.
How is that possible!
The gap between the two is so huge that it cannot be caught up in a day or two. Could it be that Duan Yidao was letting him win? No wonder his expression looked strange just now.
But that's not right. Yan Fengjian is not a fool. If Duan Yidao lets him win, Yan Fengjian will probably go crazy and will not be like he is now.
After being stared at by Song Yuehua for a long time, Yan Feng finally said leisurely, "As you said, everyone has his own strengths. His name is Duan Yidao, so it's not too much for me to compete with him in swordplay."
Sword fight? Found Duan Yidao's weakness, that's it.
Song Yuehua asked casually, "Where did you get the big knife?"
Yan Feng saw it lightly and said, "County government office."
This guy has been here for so long that Song Yuehua almost forgot that this guy is the county magistrate's son.
Song Yuehua had some thoughts in mind, so she coughed and asked, "Third Young Master, can you sell your knife?"
“No…”
Before Yan Feng could say anything, Damao came running over from behind the door and said hurriedly, "Miss Song, I borrowed that from my master. I have to return it. I can't sell it!"
Song Yuehua smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just asking."
Damao finally felt relieved, and then asked Yan Fengjian, "Third Master, when are we going back?"
"No," Yan Feng said without hesitation as he looked at the braised pork bubbling in the pot.
Da Mao said with a tangled look on his face, "Well, Madam and Master..."
"If you want to go back, just go back!" Yan Feng seemed a little impatient.
Da Mao lowered his head and muttered, "If I go back alone, won't that just lead to a fight?"
Song Yuehua asked Xie Wenwu again, "How long will it take to make the braised pork?"
Xie Wenwu said, "Master, don't be so impatient. You need to be patient when stewing meat."
Song Yuehua, "..."
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