When they went back, they also abandoned the car and the driver, and just walked leisurely on this deserted bluestone street; even though it was spring, the few pedestrians who occasionally passed by were still wearing thick cotton-padded jackets. , the hat is trimmed with the most popular fur collar trim; the bells of cars and horses are ringing, and the shouts on the street are coming one after another, fist-sized steamed buns, big bowls of wontons, and the white heat decorate the entire cold street.
It was very lively.
Jian Yi took Hua Ting and sat down in front of a wonton stall.
With a clear look on her face, "I knew you were hungry", she raised her hand and ordered two bowls of wontons and steamed buns.
Hua Ting casually placed the crumpled parchment in her hand on the table, and said in a low and clear voice, "It's useless to take it, he has already remembered it in his mind."
Jian Yi's eyelids twitched, "Really?"
A pair of peach blossom eyes were half-squinted with undisguised contempt, "Then let's see who moves faster."
He reached out and pinched the parchment into his palm.
When a large bowl of wontons was served, Jian Yi smiled at her with a raised eyebrow, and generously moved the bowl of wontons to her hand, "You eat first."
The smiling face looked particularly cute in the smoky night.
"But Sister Hua, I want to know how you got it."
Jian Yi tilted her head and smiled, with a perverse and frivolous look on her face.
Hua Ting felt weak for no reason.
Is there any way to express it?
The crisp sound of the tea cup sounded on the table.
She poured herself a glass of boiling water to cover up her guilty and restless look, and quickly changed the topic, "Why is your father also hanging out with Chen Shu?"
"I just found out," Jian Yiyu paused in his gesture of holding the chopsticks, then frowned in confusion, then suddenly dispersed, "But it's not surprising."
"Your father and you are not the same person."
"Well," Jian Yi opened his mouth to this question, with a bitter twist in his mouth, and the words he spat out seemed casual and flippant, "otherwise, how could he have such a happy cooperation with your father. " "Maybe he is disguising himself like you," Hua Ting seemed to be comforting, but she knew in her heart that this possibility was too low.
"Who in Shanghai doesn't know what Jian Maosheng did?"
Jian Yi smiled helplessly, with a glimmer of hope flowing in his eyes, "So this is why I chose to take this path."
In the early morning, Hua Ting woke up to a sharp shout.
However, besides this sharp voice, there is also a fragrance of white rice porridge.
It was probably Jian Yizheng making breakfast for her.
Thinking of this, Hua Ting rolled over and got out of bed.
Mrs.
Jian was standing at the entrance of the stairs on the first floor, with a fierce look ready to rush forward at any time.
Her cheekbones were high, her eyes were sharp, and her figure was plump.
She wore a dark velvet cloak over her dark green cheongsam, and she still had Holding her favorite fat Persian cat in her arms, she brushed her Dankou-stained fingers among the shiny gray fur.
She raised her chin and greeted Hua Ting with a smile: " Oh, are you willing to get up?"
Behind him, Chen Jingzhi had a poker face as usual.
Hua Ting was only wearing a shirt, with a delicate stand-up collar clustered around her fair and sharp chin.
Her waterfall-like hair had not yet been curled up and was spread sideways.
The early morning mist seemed to have condensed thousands of water droplets in her hair, and she was as beautiful as a fairy who had spent thousands of years cultivating herself to come down to earth and dig out her heart.
Mrs.
Jian looked increasingly displeased.
What a shame, she snorted coldly in her heart.
Hua Ting smiled lightly, passed by Mrs.
Jian calmly, and walked straight towards the kitchen.
The thick and fragrant rice porridge was rolling in the stove, boiling bit by bit and steaming.
Jian Yi stirred it with a silver spoon, then put the lid on the stove to simmer for a while.
Hua Ting looked at him through the smoke leaking from the beating stove lid.
There was still a faint greenish tint in his eyes.
He was guarding the hot boiler for a while, and his expression seemed to have finally calmed down.
"My mother is really annoyed."
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There was a hint of tenderness in Zhuohua Ting's eyebrows, "I have been annoyed by her for more than 20 years, I'm afraid Sister Hua is not used to it yet."
"I'm used to it."
She tiptoed and looked at the boiler, showing a rare childlike smile of surprise, "It seems I've made a lot of money.
I didn't expect you to be a master chef."
"You know it's not a loss to marry me, right?"
Jian Yi smiled proudly, opened the stove lid, took the white porcelain bowl that Hua Ting handed over early in the morning, scooped a spoonful of boiling white rice porridge, and casually opened the stove lid again.
He put it back, took the jade spoon and stirred it a few times to carefully check whether the rice grains were thoroughly rotten, and then continued to scoop the second bowl.
Hua Ting came to the dining table with rice porridge and found that Jian Yi had also prepared side dishes.
They were all her favorite grilled sausages, fried eggs and steamed fish.
It would be better if there were meat floss.
Mrs.
Jian was naturally unhappy.
She put the Persian cat in her arms on the sofa in the living room and said in a sharp voice, "Jian Yi, I have thought about it for you.
After some time, you can It’s just right to name the concubine’s room again.”
"Concubine" Jian Yi interrupted, "Mom, are you okay?"
Hua Ting swallowed a mouthful of white porridge, glanced at Chen Jingzhi behind Mrs.
Jian, who lowered his head shyly, and confirmed that the concubine Mrs.
Jian mentioned was her.
Putting aside what Miss Chen Jingzhi thinks about the status of this concubine, Mrs.
Jian really overestimates herself and actually wants the daughter of Chen Huanlin, one of the four tycoons in Shanghai, to marry her son as a concubine.
"Jian Yi, Mom is doing this for your own good.
You don't even know what Miss Bai did in Paramount."
Staring at Hua Ting's fair and plain face, Mrs.
Jian deliberately emphasized several key words and said , "She hugged and hugged strange men at Paramount, danced and drank, and looked like a prostitute.
Tell me, for a married woman, this is not unruly, I don't know.
"Shame" was dragged out so high that it almost broke.
Hua Ting picked up the spoon, scooped up half a mouthful of white rice porridge, and put it straight into her mouth, not taking Mrs.
Jian's words to heart at all.
The stem rice is plump and juicy, and the rice grains are boiled until the aroma fills the room, making the lips and teeth salivate after chewing the flowers.
Jian Yi smiled nonchalantly, took half a piece of sausage and put it into Hua Ting's mouth, "It's not an era when men and women are not close to each other.
What's wrong with dancing?"
A pair of dark eyes were soft and transparent, "You do whatever you want on any occasion, I don't think there's anything wrong with Sister Hua's approach."
Hua Ting's eyebrows moved, thinking of the kiss with Chen Shu, a hand hanging on the side of her leg unconsciously squeezed the corner of her shirt.
"Jian Yi."
Mrs.
Jian, who originally wanted to come over to frustrate Hua Ting's spirit, saw this scene of a show of affection that was completely beyond her expectation.
She almost broke her throat with excitement, "Don't let this vixen give you a damn."
My mind is lost.”
Jian Yi pursed her lips and smiled, a hint of helplessness and worry emerging from her smile, "Mom, pay attention to your wording."
"It's absolutely crazy."
Mrs.
Jian obviously couldn't understand how a dignified young man from the Jian family could stand beside this woman so indiscriminately.
How could she point the finger at Hua Ting if she wasn't deluded?
What kind of drug was given to you to make you serve her like a servant?"
The words became more and more unpleasant as they went on, "I see this vixen cuckolded you one day and you still helped her stupidly. say" The atmosphere was awkward.
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Hua Ting chewed a small mouthful of fish and swallowed it slowly.
Say nothing and continue eating.
"Mom, you'd better go back."
Jian Yi put down the bowls and chopsticks, obviously smiling, but his eyelids closed tiredly and his brows wrinkled slightly.
Mrs.
Jian seemed to be completely unaware of the somewhat stagnant atmosphere.
She stretched out her slender index finger and pointed at Hua Ting's face, and kept talking, "What did I say wrong?
I'll make it clear.
Jian Yi, I'm a little bit I don’t like this Miss Bai to be our Jian family’s daughter-in-law either.
I don’t care about her.
Whose daughter is she?
Even if she is the daughter of the King of Heaven, I will not give her face."
Mrs.
Jian said, stopping to take a breath, "Jian Yi, you can either divorce her and marry Jingzhi, but seeing you like this, I I’m too lazy to say anything more, so just marry someone else and let Jingzhi be your concubine.”
Hua Ting suddenly laughed, who did she think she was, the Empress Dowager, or something?
"Why are you laughing?"
Mrs.
Jian glared so furiously that she almost breathed fire out of her nostrils.
Jian Yi's throat twitched, and the eyes under her eyelids moved slowly and deeply, and she said, "Mom, don't let me hear words about divorcing your wife or taking a concubine again."
He scooped another bowl of porridge for Hua Ting, When he spoke again, his tone was quite solemn, "Let me make it clear right here.
I will only marry one woman in this life, and that is Bai Hua Ting."
Mrs.
Jian and Chen Jingzhi behind her were both startled.
The two were so surprised that they were speechless.
"It's crazy.
It's crazy."
Mrs.
Jian was sitting on the sofa, as if she was not ready to leave.
Hua Ting and Jian also went upstairs after breakfast.
Seeing Jian Yi inserting an American Colt 1911 into the holster at his waist, Hua heard that he knew: "Young Master Jian is going to kill someone again."
"Yeah."
Putting on his suit jacket.
"Are they the ones on the list?"
"Well, let's do it quickly."
"I'm coming with you."
Hua heard that and sped up the movements of her hands.
Jian Yi gently scraped the tip of her nose, with a doting and gentle look, "No, you go about your business."
"Oh" she deliberately dragged out her words, "I forgot that you have a partner now."
Hua Ting slowed down her hand movements and actually learned to ask knowingly, "Do you love Shi Yin?"
"Um."
"Go, go, it's best."
Halfway through her words, Hua Ting stopped talking.
Her eyes were clear, but she stopped talking.
Jian Yi helped her straighten the wrinkles on the shoulders of her shirt, and left the door before her, "I'm leaving first."
"Um."
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"I'll cook you a dish I just learned tonight."
"oh."
There is still something sitting in my heart, heavy, ups and downs, sour and unclear. picture knocked something over To be continued n130418: