I'm in the Red Mansion

Chapter 2 Jia Huan's Treat
When Jia Cong looked, he discovered that the person who slapped him on the head was the villain Jia Huan.

Jia Cong couldn't help but frown and asked, "Jia Huan, why did you hit me?"

Unexpectedly, Jia Huan was even angrier than Jia Cong. He put one hand on his waist and stretched out a finger with the other, almost poking Jia Cong on the forehead.

His eyebrows were raised upside down, and he shouted sharply, "How dare you, Third Brother Cong, say such things to me? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

"When you were sick, who else visited you besides Master Huan San? How many good things did you eat from Master Huan San? Now you are turning your back on me?"

"You are a piece of unlucky seed, a chicken on high feet that is not even worthy of being on the stage. Now you have found a new master. Do you not even take me seriously?"

"I'm telling you the truth. Stop dreaming. Apart from me, Third Master Huan, who treats you sincerely, who else has ever cared about you? I advise you to follow me, Third Master Huan, honestly in the future. There are many more!"

Jia Cong saw the shadow of Aunt Zhao in this unfortunate child.

It has to be said that parents are the children’s first teachers and their influence on their children is unparalleled.

Jia Cong was speechless about his predecessor. He actually became Jia Huan's little follower and recognized such a boss. It was really unusual.

However, Jia Cong was timid and cowardly, and had few friends since childhood. The reason why he recognized such a big boss was probably because the two little transparent people wanted to warm each other up and get what they needed.

After Jia Huan had started to curse, he saw that Jia Cong did not talk back and thought that Jia Cong had been subdued by his power, so he became even more pleased.

Snapped!
He threw the bookcase on Jia Cong's desk and said, "Why don't you hurry up and take it with you and follow the Third Master? Today I'll treat you to Zhou Ji wontons on the front street. Their wontons have thin skin and lots of fillings, and they are very sweet."

"You can only enjoy these good things if you follow me. Do you think others have treated you? From now on, as long as you follow the Third Master with peace of mind, you will certainly get benefits."

Jia Cong thought about it, didn't argue, picked up Jia Huan's bookcase, and followed Jia Huan out.

He didn't really acknowledge Jia Huan as the boss, nor did he really want to eat the Zhouji wontons on the front street.

Jia Cong just wanted to go to the street and see it with his own eyes.

Although his time travel also integrated the memories of his previous life, these memories are like flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror.

The shadows were vague and blurry, as if covered by a layer of gauze, and not real.

Since you are new here, it is better to go and see it in person.

Seeing that Jia Cong was obedient, Jia Huan became even more proud and walked out as if he didn't care about his relatives.

When they walked out of the school, Zhao Guoji had already parked the carriage outside the door. When he saw the two people coming out, he quickly walked over to them.

He took the two people's bookcases from Jia Cong, bowed and said, "The two Third Masters, please get in the car."

Zhao Guoji is Jia Huan's biological uncle, but his real identity is a servant of the Jia family and Jia Huan's coachman.

Jia Huan and Jia Cong were both illegitimate sons. Jia Huan was taken to school by a carriage, but Jia Cong had to walk by himself.

After getting in the car, Jia Huan ordered: "Don't go home yet, let's go to the front street first."

Zhao Guoji said: "Okay, both of you sit down, drive!"

Along the way, Jia Cong lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the scenery outside. The vague memories in his mind gradually became clear.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the front street, and Zhao Guoji found an open space to stop the carriage.

The two men got off the carriage and Jia Huan walked forward quickly.

Jia Cong followed behind and looked at the scene in the street ahead.

On the front street, there are a lot of cars and people, and shops are lined up one after another. It is very prosperous and worthy of being the best place in Beijing.

On the street, Jia Cong also saw a painter painting for people. Business was quite prosperous, and there was even a long queue.

Meeting a colleague from the parallel world, Jia Cong felt very familiar with him and couldn't help but step forward to take a look.

Then Jia Cong discovered that the painter's painting skills were quite superb and the portraits he drew were lifelike. Jia Cong also discovered that the barriers between men and women in this era did not seem to be as strict as he had imagined, because there were actually young girls queuing up to have their portraits painted.

After taking a few glances, Jia Cong turned and left.

Although the painter's painting skills are superb, Jia Cong is confident that if he were to paint it, it would definitely be more realistic than the painter's.

It’s not that Jia Cong’s painting skills are much better than those of other painters.

Rather, the two people are from completely different schools. The painter paints traditional Chinese paintings, while Jia Cong is proficient in sketching.

Chinese painting emphasizes artistic conception, and its beauty lies in the charm between similarity and dissimilarity. If the form is exactly the same, there will be no charm; if the color is different, there will be no brushwork.

Although Chinese painting also has line-drawing techniques similar to sketching, it does not pay as much attention to details as sketching.

Jia Cong took a few quick steps and caught up with Jia Huan.

Soon, the two arrived at Zhou Ji Wonton Shop.

Jia Huan found an empty table, sat down with his horse and golden sword, and shouted loudly: "Give me a bowl of wontons!"

One bowl of wontons? Are you sure it's not two bowls?
Didn’t you say you would treat me to wontons?
You only ordered a bowl of wontons, what should I eat?

However, Jia Cong did not ask any questions, but just watched Jia Huan perform quietly.

Soon, a bowl of wontons was brought over, and the waiter also kindly brought an empty bowl.

Well, so two people share one bowl of wontons!
Jia Huan’s character can be seen from a bowl of wontons.

The wontons are mostly filled with meat and have a thin skin. Through the thin skin, you can vaguely see the meat filling inside, the milky white soup, and a layer of coriander and chopped green onion sprinkled on top. An enticing aroma immediately spreads.

Jia Huan picked up the spoon, scooped a wonton into the empty bowl, pushed it to Jia Cong and said, "Here, this is my treat, eat it quickly."

Jia Cong was shocked by Jia Huan's bold move, and he couldn't help but look at Jia Huan deeply.

Jia Huan seemed to be embarrassed by being looked at. After hesitating for a while, he reluctantly scooped another wonton into Jia Cong's bowl and said, "No more..."

After saying that, he lowered his head, no longer looking at Jia Cong, and started eating the wontons with big mouthfuls.

Jia Cong couldn't help but laugh and picked up the spoon to taste it.

The wontons were fresh, fragrant and hot, and the taste was really good, but it was a pity that the quantity was a little small, only two.

After Jia Huan finished eating, the two of them strolled around for a while before returning to the Jia Mansion.

In the carriage, Jia Huan kept bragging about how generous and righteous he was, and he kept talking all the way.

Seeing this fellow with crooked eyebrows and unruly looks, Jia Cong couldn't help but want to laugh.

In fact, this guy is not ugly, he just looks ugly because he looks wretched.

This guy is not a bad person by nature, it's a pity that he was raised astray by Aunt Zhao.

If it can be guided in time, it can probably be corrected.

Thinking of this, Jia Cong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

My situation is even worse than his, so why should I worry about him?

Jia Cong got off the car at the intersection of Rongning Street, and the two of them went home to look for their mothers.

Jia Huan wanted to go home from the south gate, the main entrance of Rongguo Mansion, while Jia Cong wanted to go home from the north gate, the back entrance.

Their eldest branch lived in the northeast corner of Rongguo Mansion, and had a separate door facing the street on the north side.

(End of this chapter)