I promise

Chapter 459

This is also the reason why Guan Shibei didn't want Jiang Yiyi to get close to Chang Qianfo.

How much Chang Shuye loved Yi Shuang back then, in order to marry her, he did not hesitate to disobey Chang Jihai and turned against many elders.

With great vigor and vigor, if you don't marry a non-qing, what will happen?
Emotion can be managed for a while, and the most important thing is to live a suitable life.

Mu Dian is talented and able to play a leading role, and Chang Qianfo also likes her, so she has both ends.But just like what Yan Ling said, she happened to be a woman from the Devil's Cult, and she was related by marriage before, so it was really not a good relationship.

The official poem is not without regret.

Thinking about things in this world, it is hard to be perfect and satisfy one's wishes.

Coming out of Yan Ling's place, Guan Shibei didn't go to the front hall, but first went to Jinguiyuan to look for Huang Yue.

"...Old Yan is such a loyal and dutiful person, who ever thought that his own daughter would have such a plan... After all, she came from Changjiabao, so I can't just watch her go astray and ignore her. A Yue, you can talk, If you can persuade people, try to persuade her...Maybe it's just a momentary thought, but you can still break it..."

Li Zhe was sitting across from him grilling rice, and snorted when he heard this, his face was full of disapproval.

Huang Yue was so angry.

This stinky brat is nothing more than a guy who usually goes around in the nest, Guan Shibei is the wife of the family, or an elder, is there anyone who treats guests with his attitude?

Pulling down his face on the spot, he sneered and said, "What are you going to say?"

Huang Yue's face stinks, and Li Zhe is scared.

It's not that he's not tough, it's that Li Jinshan was scared.

If you offend Li Jinshan, you will get a slap at most.But if this old mother is offended, it's not just a matter of punching and kicking, it's simply beating to death.

Li Zhe has grown up, and Li Jinshan can't beat him anymore.But his fear of Huang Yue was deep-rooted and lasted forever, and he waved his hands again and again: "It's nothing, nothing, Aunt Jiang is right."

Huang Yue and Guan Shibei continued to talk.

After a while, I heard Li Zhe mutter again: "Women are troublesome. There are so many moths that can be solved by fighting."

Is this something that can be resolved with a fight?

The two wives looked at each other.Huang Yue couldn't help but sighed:

"Shibei, you usually have a lot of dealings with outsiders, please help me to pay attention to see if there is any girl who is stupid and ugly and can't marry. You said that we are all old friends, and you are embarrassed to deceive acquaintances. It’s also good to be able to deceive someone from the outside.”

Xinhuai was drying the medicine at the door, and the plantain was spilled on the ground without warning.Regardless of her image, the little girl smiled crookedly on the wooden shelf.

Li Zhe's face turned dark.Is this what a mother said?

Guan Shibei also laughed, and for some reason, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he thought: "Azhe, our Yiyi hasn't caused you any trouble these days, why don't you let her fight with Miss Fourth?" ?”

"Isn't that stupid?" Li Zhe said as a matter of course: "Jiang Yiyi's small body is not enough for Mu Si's little finger to poke—"

He stopped suddenly, with embarrassment on his brows, and a rare guilty conscience.

Jiang Yiyi is not enough to poke Mu Dianke with one finger, is Yan Ling enough to beat her?
"Mother...Mother, Aunt Jiang, discuss it slowly. Yan Ling, you have to break it, break it hard, and it won't work if you don't break it. I have something to do in the front hall, so I'll leave first."

Throwing down his job, standing up, and fleeing.

Huang Yue was so dazed that her own son, who was dragging the sky and the ground, was so sluggish, he didn't react for a long time.

Turning her head, she looked at Guan Shibei in disbelief:
"This kid, he won't—"

Thinking carefully about Li Zhe's various words and deeds to Jiang Yiyi, it seems that there are already signs of it, but she, a mother, has been negligent.

The official poem is like a precious treasure, and the joy on his face cannot be concealed, and he nodded his head: "I see a play."

How would you describe Huang Yue's feeling at this moment?A big pie fell from the sky, and it just fell on my own head, and it was still juicy and delicious.

"Can it work?"

Guan Shibei nodded solemnly: "Okay! To tell you the truth, I think that A Zhe is the child who suits me best."

Huang Yue held Guan Shibei's hand, tears welling up in her eyes.

She has always felt that it is too difficult to find a second person for a person like herself who is tolerant and has a unique taste.How can I think that there is one around me.He had already thought about his own silly son.

It's still her family's old head Li who is right, there is always someone who is blind.

The two headed wives hit it off immediately, and excitedly got together to make a calculation, wishing they could book their marriage right away, and walk through the door tomorrow.

Jiang Yiyi, who has been quietly changed hands, has no knowledge of this.She is stewing a pot of chicken soup by the stove in the small kitchen of Xiangzhuyuan.

In terms of cooking skills, Jiang Yiyi may not be as good as the master chefs in Huairentang's kitchen.But when it comes to making medicinal food, no one can compare to her.

She stuffed the stomachs of freshly killed live chickens with angelica, astragalus, etc., and then pickled them with medicinal wine made from perilla leaves, put orange peels in a cage, opened a small hole at the top, and slowly smoked them with fine smoke. The fishy smell of chicken and the bitterness of herbs.Finally, it is stewed together with [-] Chinese herbs and [-] seasonings.

The amount of ingredients and medicinal materials is just right, which not only nourishes the blood, but is not difficult to eat like ordinary medicinal diets. Instead, it has a very special taste, which makes people appetite.

This method was conceived by Jiang Yiyi earlier, because of the complicated process, it is rare to do it once a year.

Yesterday Jiang Yiyi came back from the conference hall and heard Jiang Yue and Guan Shibei talk about the turmoil in the city. They praised Mu Dian for his quick wit, and Li Xiaoxiao for his general style and stability in situations. Jiang Yiyi listened more and more I feel sad and feel that I am so useless that I can't help you with anything.After thinking about it for most of the night, I decided to get up early in the morning and cook a pot of chicken soup for Chang Qianfo.

Just remembering that Chang Qianfo told her that day that he would let the kitchen cook what he wanted to eat so that she would not have to send food to the meeting hall, and he felt sad.

The kitchen can't make such a delicious medicinal meal.She had no choice but to comfort herself: Whether Big Brother Chang likes it or not, it's all in her heart.

Also, I heard that the fourth lady was also injured, so let's cook a little more and send it over together.

Jiang Yi leaned on her chin, looked at the white steam gurgling from the purple clay pot, and thought quietly.

"Kuu—" The door was pushed open from the outside, Li Zhe walked in hurriedly, caught a glimpse of the purple clay soup pot simmering on the stove, and immediately pulled his face down: "Are you still making soup for him?"

Li Zhe didn't know anything about medicinal food, but he also grew up soaking in the pile of medicinal materials when he was young, and he knew what was added to the soup as soon as he smelled it.It nourishes qi and replenishes blood, who needs it the most, and who deserves Jiang Yiyi's troubles?
Don't even think about it, there is only Chang Qian Buddha.

(End of this chapter)