Rebirth of the strongest magic chef

Chapter 356
It was night, Jiang Yan was lying on the big soft bed, tossing and turning without sleep.

Simply turn on the bed light, lean on your arms, and stare out the window.

Even in the middle of the night, the heavy black curtains cannot hide the flashing neon lights, the cheerful colors of the city, day or night.

Jiang Yan got up, opened the curtains, and leaned against the balcony, hearing the whistling sound of car motors and horns, and seeing all kinds of fun in his eyes.

The time can be regarded as late autumn, but there is actually no difference between autumn and summer in Jiangcheng. The most famous sentence is that Jiangcheng only has summer and winter, not spring and autumn.

However, in the middle of the night at this time, with the breeze blowing on his body, Jiang Yan, who was wearing a thin shirt, couldn't help but feel a chill.

The chill penetrates the bones and the heart is cold.

Chen Hai's words were imprinted in his mind word by word, like an unstoppable echo in a large empty room, echoing non-stop.

Right?

Unpredictable?

Do it yourself!

Chen Hai has been immersed in the officialdom for decades, and every word he says seems to be full of deep meaning, but Jiang Yan can't fully understand it.

The conversation that Qingqian left the table seemed to be a warning, and there was a hint of a warning.

And when Qingqian came back, I don't know if it was Jiang Yan's illusion, but in Chen Hai's words, there seemed to be some appreciation for him.

The last words of parting were more like the honest teaching of the elders to the younger generation, and there was even a bit of expectation in Jiang Yan's eyes that made him dare not look directly.

He took out his mobile phone, subconsciously turned to Chen Hai's name, and checked the resume of this middle-aged man who had a smooth career.

The resume is simple and clear, each line of small print records Chen Hai's promotion, simple but not simple.

Jiang Yan looked directly at the end, which belonged to the column of character relationship. Although there was no Qingqian's name, in the wife, there was a name called Yang Quan.

There is no doubt that Yang Quan is Chen Hai's wife and Qingqian's mother.

Yang Quan's name was displayed in black, which proved that there was no information about her. Jiang Yan put his finger on it and counted. Even after copying and searching, there was no result.

Perhaps this is an ordinary housewife, an ordinary woman, the only halo is probably Chen Hai's wife, so she is unknown.

Of course, there is another possibility that the status of the woman is higher than that of Chen Hai, and even the search engine is deliberately blocked.

From Jiang Yan's point of view, he thinks it's more likely to be the latter. A woman who can give birth to a daughter like Qingqian will be simple. How can it be ordinary?

Although in his heart, he prefers the former.

Just one Chen Hai makes him toss and turn, it is difficult to fall asleep, and he even has a headache that wants to explode, if there is another powerful woman...
Just thinking about that scene, Jiang Yan felt terrible.

It's just that Chen Hai started his official career at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and rose up step by step along the way. It seems that he got married when he was around 20 years old.

If Yang Quan could marry him at that time, she must not be an ordinary woman.

In Chen Hai's bones, there seems to be a certain obsession with the right family, maybe it also comes from this?

The more Jiang Yan thought about it, the more he felt that he had no clue, but instead, there were more knots in his heart.

He sighed heavily, raised his head, and looked into the distance.

His eyes wandered and stopped suddenly, but he saw a tall tower among the continuous black distant mountains.

The sky in the distance was as black as ink, and it was like a black curtain descending from the sky, and the tall tower stood in the middle of the black curtain, slowly releasing its radiance.

The pagoda has six or seven floors, and the whole body is golden yellow. At a glance, it looks like a kingdom of gods in the black sky.

Jiang Yan thought for a while, and quickly recognized the origin of the tower.

This high tower seems to be the landmark building of Jiangcheng. Throughout the ages, many literati and poets have climbed to the tower to write poems, leaving behind many masterpieces through the ages. In the long river of history, they have left their own rich colors.

Although this pagoda has been famous for a long time, Jiang Yan has never been there before. Looking at this pagoda with lights all over its body, and the undulating black mountains without knowing the distance, he feels inexplicably at ease.

Just like what he said to Chen Hai, after his rebirth, in order to get to where he is today, he has already climbed countless mountains and crossed countless rivers.

No matter how steep and rugged the last mountain is, no matter how turbulent and terrifying the last river is, they will never frighten him or stop him.

What's more, compared to the overthrow of the Zeng family, Chen Hai is just a hill on the way to Zeng Jun's revenge, at most there are some bumps and thorns, to move forward boldly is to split.

After figuring this out, Jiang Yan felt that the whole person suddenly became enlightened, and what came with it was deep sleepiness.

So I fell into bed and fell asleep. This night was also a rare sweetness.

The next day, Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes.

Although he didn't have an alarm clock and slept late, he felt that he was full of energy and seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

It is said that human sleep is divided into deep sleep and light sleep, such as half drunk and half awake and dreaming, etc., all belong to light sleep.

Scientifically speaking, light sleep is not considered sleep, and the whole person has not been rested. Sometimes, a nightmare in sleep is far more terrifying than dreaming.

7 or 8 hours of light sleep is scientifically inferior to an hour of deep sleep.

It is rumored that the French emperor Napoleon only slept 4 or 5 hours a day, while the great inventor Einstein only slept 3 hours a day.

In the past, Jiang Yan would never have believed it, but now he faintly felt that it was possible.

Napoleon and Einstein are world celebrities, Jiang Yan is naturally incomparable, but in the virtual world of destiny, he is a well-deserved king.

Breakfast is sandwiches, fried eggs and hot milk. The sandwiches are sliced ​​bread that Jiang Yan bought in the supermarket, with blueberry jam, butter and honey, which is convenient and convenient.

As for hot milk, pour the boxed milk into a cup and heat it directly in a microwave, which is also simple and rude.

The only thing that is a little troublesome is fried eggs, especially the kind that Qing Qian likes to eat half-baked, which is even more of a challenge for Jiang Yan.

Fry the eggs on both sides until golden and crispy, and the golden egg yolk flowing in the middle can be seen faintly, which is extremely attractive.

Unceremoniously knocking on the door to wake Qingqian up, Jiang Yan quickly finished his breakfast, went back to his room, put on his helmet, and logged into the game.

The whole person appeared in Silvermoon City, and as soon as he went online, there was the sound of horseshoes in his ears, and the earth trembled, as if a torrent of steel was being mobilized.

Although Silvermoon City used to be a bit chaotic and noisy, it was still peaceful and peaceful in its bones, but now it looks a bit chaotic.

Crowds of NPC guards with guns and swords ran back and forth under the shouts of some officers.

Some high-level knights riding tall horses were mixed among them, some of them were carrying golden spears, some were waving various colored flags in their hands, and some were holding high a variety of distinctive flags.

ps: There is another chapter, about 3-4 o'clock.

(End of this chapter)