I Am Sanctified By Writing Books

During this period of time, Liu Qingshan has always been reused by that lord, and the lord has entrusted Liu Qingshan to complete several important tasks, which made Chen Jiang envious of Liu Qingshan for a while.

Liu Qingshan gained enough sense of presence in front of that lord, which also made that lord get closer to the Liu family.

If this opportunity is given to the Chen family, their Chen family might be able to compare with those top families in Kyoto!

So today Chen Jiang also knows Liu Qingshan's purpose, although he can do this thing, but he just won't do it! Anyway, I will not do anything that can benefit you, Liu Qingshan!

Liu Qingshan left Chen's house angrily on a horse.

Among the Chen family.

"Hmph! What, it just caught the attention of the master, and he really treated himself as a dish!" Chen Jiang picked up the fine wine on the table and poured himself a glass, sneering disdainfully.

You Liu Qingshan has no son, so what does it matter to me, Chen Jiang? If the master's plan fails because of this incident, then I will be a sinner!

So, if you want me to help, you can; if you want me to disturb the master, you can't!

Chen Jiang complacently poured himself a drink.

However, the bunch of robbers he cultivated outside the capital are gone, and the family has cut off a way to get money, which makes Chen Jiang a little distressed.

Without this income, the cost of going to Wanhualou to listen to music will be greatly reduced, which is really uncomfortable.

"Hmph! This old man doesn't care who you are, but if you become my source of income, then this old man must make you pay the price!"

Chen Jiang poured the last sip of wine from the jug into his mouth, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

It is said that cutting off one's fortune is like killing one's parents. This guy cut off one's own fortune. You must not let him go!

"Come here!" Suddenly, Chen Jiang opened his mouth and called out.

"Master, is there anything else?" The old butler bent over and walked in, saying with a very respectful attitude.

"The twins that were photographed just now, send them to my room tonight!" Chen Jiang seemed to have thought of something happy, with a wretched smile on his face.

"This..." The old butler suddenly hesitated.

"What's the matter, butler, doesn't it mean that what I say in this house doesn't count?" Chen Jiang also put the wine glass on the table fiercely, making a "bang".

"Ah... No, no, master, that's not what the villain meant, it's just that the twins, the young master told me to send them to his room..." There was a fine layer of sweat on the old housekeeper's face.

"Hmph! This rebellious son, the old man gave him face!" Chen Jiangyin stood up with a sullen face. This son, it seems, is going to be beaten!

The old butler was trembling behind and did not follow. He was not interested in the next scene of fatherly kindness and son filial piety.

...

On the second day, Chu He got out of bed at mid-sunrise.

Yesterday, I drank a little too much, so today Chu He slept in.

After getting up and tidying himself up, Chu He walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast.

Although he has been in this world for a long time, Chu He's craftsmanship has not fallen behind. Of course, Chu He is not a chef, so it is no problem to cook a few buns for breakfast.

The Wang family was really kind to him. They had everything they should have in the kitchen, and someone would deliver fresh ingredients every day, so there were still ingredients for breakfast.

Chu He had just brought the prepared breakfast to the stone table in the yard when there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Bai! Are you at home? I'm here to visit you!" Hearing the familiar voice, Chu He opened the door.

"Brother Bai, I brought my sister to visit this time!" Wang Fugui twisted his plump body and squeezed in. Behind him was Wang Yan who was completely covered.

"Master, excuse me." Wang Yan smiled sweetly, then walked in with a box.

"Yo, brother Bai, just woke up?" Wang Fugui saw the steaming buns on the table, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Well, I had a little late rest yesterday. Have you eaten? If you haven't eaten, can you have some?" Chu He closed the yards and walked over.

"Hey, I can taste Brother Bai's craftsmanship. It seems that I have a good fortune today!" Although I have eaten before coming here, the food made by Chu He is so delicious that Wang Fugui can't help it.

Wang Yan just wanted to decline, but seeing that her younger brother had already sat down, she didn't say much.

"It's really troublesome, my lord. This is a dessert I made myself. Please don't refuse me, my lord." Wang Yan also sat down and put the box on the table.

"Hey, Brother Bai, the dim sum made by my sister is something I can't even eat!" Wang Fugui stuffed a steamed stuffed bun into his mouth and said vaguely.

"Shut up, eat yours!" Wang Yan slapped Wang Fugui a little annoyed, to let him eat with peace of mind.

"Hey! Sister, hurry up and try it! The buns made by Brother Bai are so delicious!" Wang Fugui swallowed the buns in his mouth, took a sip of millet porridge, and then said full of praise.

Wang Yan looked at Chu He, and Chu He smiled and said, "I made a lot today, Miss Yan'er, please taste it."

Wang Yan just took one, took a small bite, and then her entire glasses widened.

"My lord, how do you make this bun?" Wang Yan looked at Chu He with curiosity.

Not only is he a literary genius, but he is also so powerful, and now he is even so good at cooking, he is simply a perfect husband candidate.

Wait a minute, why did I think of my husband? A blush instantly appeared on Wang Yan's face.

Chu He didn't notice this, and was explaining to Wang Yan how to make the buns more tender, while Wang Fugui raised his forehead while watching.

Well, it seems that there is still a long way to go to bring old sister and brother Bai together.

"My lord, please have a taste of my dim sum. If you have any problems, please point them out so that I can improve them." Wang Yan said softly.

Chu He didn't refuse, and opened the box, inside was a plate of delicate pastries, which looked extremely delicious from the outside.

Chu He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

"How?" Wang Yan asked nervously.

"Well, it tastes good!" Chu He said with a smile, making Wang Yan heave a sigh of relief.

"Brother Bai, don't you know that my elder sister got up early in the morning for this plate of pastries, and she wasted a lot of effort!" Wang Fugui was serving as his elder sister's wingman as always.

"You eat yours!" Wang Yan patted Wang Fugui's head directly, and Wang Fugui felt a little tired.