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Chapter 91 Hot Clear Soup Noodles
Chapter 91

Very reasonable, very reasonable.

Just like getting an offer when applying for a job, you have to hold a bottom line in your hand in order to get another high offer salary from HR A.

But the question is, why should Chen Zuoniang be the bottom line?

Xian Jin nodded in agreement, "...I'm afraid that if we find it, the seventh uncle will find it insufficient."

Chen Jianfang said calmly, "Why does he have the face to dislike the inadequacy? The Cui family came to propose marriage, and he treats the Cui family as a treasure. Since he didn't discuss with the clan when making the marriage proposal, he should not ask the clan for help when he was in trouble—he didn't accept it." The clan helps, but it does not fulfill the clan's obligation."

He was standing, Xian Jin was sitting on the rocking chair, the cherry blossom tree was just above their heads, and the dim light from the oil lamp in the corridor cast upwards, casting shadows like clouds and clouds on the ground.

Chen Jianfang involuntarily lowered his voice, fearing that the human calculations in his mouth would disturb the tranquility of the midsummer night, "Therefore, since the seventh uncle asked me for help and agreed to let me negotiate with Cui Heng, Zuo Niang's life-long event has become a big deal. It's in my hands."

"You didn't have to take it." Xian Jin felt that the burden on him was too heavy.

Chen Jianfang shook his head lightly, and repeated what he said the night before in a deep voice, "I am the eldest grandson of the eldest room, I must take it."

There is a calmness and seriousness in the young man's eyes beyond his age.

Xian Jin's heart trembled, he turned his head to the side as if to cover up, deliberately amplified his voice, and laughed, "I thought you didn't agree to divorce easily!"

Chen Jianfang shook his head, "I made two preparations. When I brought up the niece of Xiong Zhifu, if Cui Heng was not tempted, I would mention his marriage with Zuo Niang again, and on behalf of the Chen family agreed to buy another two-entry house." The house added a dowry to Zuo Niang, and personally begged Master Qiao to have a banquet with Xiong Zhifu to help Cui Heng get on the county magistrate's candidate list."

Xian Jin couldn't help being astonished.

Chen Jianfang lowered his head and pursed his lips, his thin lips curled up in a slight mocking arc, "It's a pity, he chose the second path without hesitation."

Xian Jin didn't know what to think, and looked at Chen Jianfang with a stagnant expression.

A weak and thin scholar, a stable future family member, and a planner with a heart for the city.
She had never seen such a boy.

Regardless of the previous life, regardless of the current life, in the previous life, he stumbled and lived in the hospital until his 20s. Although he also studied and attended classes, he always cared about his heart that stopped beating at any time, and did not dare to involve too much with others.

Of course, she also had the moment when her fragile heart was beating vigorously in the dark—because Gui Peisheng, who was in his twenties on the operating table, softly whispered "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid",
Because when I opened a book in the library, I saw the straight nose of the boy on the opposite bookshelf through the gap,

When the fellow patient in the next hospital bed handed her an apple, her bony fingers
There are many heart-pounding moments.

But nothing compares to this moment.

A cold and introverted scholar, shouldering the prosperity of the family and the tediousness of the family, he has plans and counterattacks in his heart.

Xian Jin sat on the rocking chair.

The rocking chair doesn't rock anymore.

Xian Jin's heart was shaking.

Swaying left, right, up, down, like sitting on a moon boat with the same color of water and sky, following the floating clouds and twilight, trembling over and over again in the empty chest.

It seemed that the feeling from the heart attack in the previous life swept over again.

It's like standing on the shore and facing the waves higher than palm trees; it's also like standing on a cliff, listening to the wind blowing the trees, listening to the birds singing, listening to the sprouting of seedlings, and listening to the sound of "grumbling" stomach.

Chen Jianfang was slightly sluggish.

Xian Jin's heart returned to his place, his stomach was empty and his face flushed, he quickly explained, "I didn't eat much at night! Zuo Niang said she didn't go to a restaurant! I didn't have food! I just drank two bowls of white bean curd soup, a small A bowl of multigrain rice, three mushrooms and mushrooms, and four or five steamed buns with bean sprouts!"

Chen Jianfang's dull expression turned into surprise.

If this is called not eating, then what is the hot tea in his belly called?
Called a shower for the stomach and intestines?

Xian Jin slapped the rocking chair and stood up, raised his head and shouted, "Oh, it's getting late! It's getting late! Go to sleep!"

Holding your head up and bluffing, is it an attempt to hide your red face?
Chen Jianfang let himself laugh, cleared his throat, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Xian Jin asked with a sideways face.

Chen Jianfang gently placed the cloth bag on the rocking chair, "I invite you to eat Yangchun noodles."

.......
In the dead of night, just after the shifter left, a shanty vendor set up on the bank beside the Wuxi River, Chen Jianfang came to a remote corner familiarly, and greeted the boss, "Two bowls of plain noodles."

Turning to ask Xian Jin, "Boss also makes glutinous rice cakes, soybean cakes, bean paste cakes, salty oil dumplings and crispy sticks. Do you want anything else?"

"Two more glutinous rice cakes, white sugar and soybean noodles." Xian Jin looked seriously at the neatly arranged pastries.

Chen Jianfang smiled, "A bowl of plain noodles is enough for me."

What do you mean?
He also wants to eat glutinous rice cakes?

Then he ordered it himself...

Is it embarrassing?
Xian Jin was stunned for a moment, and changed his words in a polite manner, "If you want to eat, you can come to three."

Chen Jianfang: "..."

Not afraid of food accumulation? ?

He remembered that the lock next to Xianjin was also like an inflated sugar man. It looked like a long and thin bean sprouts at the beginning of the year, but now it was as strong as a calf.

And so are the others in the workshop.

Except for the lean and capable master Li Sanshun, all the other employees without exception have broad shoulders, narrow waists, and bulging elbows that look like they have hidden cotton balls. They all look extremely strong.

Chen Jianfang looked down at his wrist. His body shape was not thin, but it definitely had nothing to do with being strong.

Here comes the noodles, a bowl of vegetarian clear soup noodles, the soup base is tan clear soup, the noodles are handmade noodles kneaded with eggs, covered with finely chopped scallions and coriander roots, the aroma of vegetables and fruits and spices come out Light taste.

Xian Jin drank the soup.

The soup base is fresh, not the umami taste of meat, but a little bit of sweetness and a light base of salt.

Such as fruits, radishes, kelp, seaweed, and some shallots, ginger slices, onions and other flavor-enhancing vegetables boiled.

Xian Jin praised, "It's delicious!" Then he said with a smile, "You and the third master are uncles and nephews, so you can find good food to eat! You can even find flowers for a bowl of vegetarian noodle soup!"

Chen Jianfang took a mouthful of noodles, swallowed and said, "Qiao Hui brought me here..."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking in time with a little regret.

That afternoon...Xian Jin and Qiao Hui were sitting side by side in the small courtyard... laughing and chatting, Xian Jin's face was relaxed, which was never seen when talking to him.

It makes him... makes him...

He didn't know how to describe this feeling.

There is discomfort, but also timidity; there is injustice, but there is also a sigh of relief, loss, and panic of not being able to avoid it.

Qiao Hui, the beautiful Qiao Hui.

It seems that only the relaxed and smooth Qiao Hui can sit together with the open-minded, happy and free-spirited Xian Jin, chatting and laughing aimlessly, putting aside worldly calculations and helplessness.

What can he do?
He is dull, silent, prim and reticent.

Even if we eat vegetarian noodle soup at night, there is nothing else other than peeking at the top of the other's head buried in the meal.

(End of this chapter)