Chapter 177: The Villain’s Longevity Noodles
After sending off the other guests, Gong Qichi stayed behind.
Zi Wenxin was also thick-skinned enough to stay.
Although he didn’t like it, it didn’t matter; he could watch more, and while he was at it, have an extra late-night snack or breakfast.
As expected, he knew the Jiang Family would have prepared a late-night snack.
They cooked their own special meals.
The food from the main kitchen was already so delicious; the small kitchen’s food must be even better.
He used to suspect the Jiang Family had some tricks up their sleeves, even making Xiao Gui stay, not returning home even for the New Year, and sending a willow branch to his godfather, implying he wanted to stay.
It was very likely because of the food.
But it could also be because of the pretty girls.
It could be both.
As for Gong Qichi, that man was like a wild boar unable to taste the fine bran; he probably just liked his ‘Brother Jiang’.
Anyway, Zi Wenxin stayed the night with a thick face and openly sponged off the late-night snack.
The late-night snack was simple: homemade noodles.
Mother’s specialty.
Today was Fenger’s birthday.
Qin Luoxia kneaded the dough herself and made a long noodle for Fenger.
Jiang Mianmian, that show-off, insisted on serving the noodles.
Since she served the noodles, by rounding up, it was equivalent to her making them.
She secretly added spiritual spring water.
‘Wish Brother a happy birthday, may you live a long life.’
The birthday song she lined up was a bit absurd. As expected, such things required a professional; it wasn’t like anyone who transmigrated became overpowered. One still had to look at one’s own strengths. She just knew more than others, but her talent clearly wasn’t lit up here.
But that was fine; as long as one lived long enough, there were infinite chances to try again.
Jiang Feng watched his sister wobbling over to serve him the noodles, truly worried that by the time she got there, the bowl would flip.
Only when the noodles were placed on the table in front of him did he feel at ease.
The others also received a bowl of noodle soup.
Zi Wenxin thought there would be something special for the late-night snack.
He had eaten a lot at dinner, all things he had never seen before; he didn’t expect the late-night snack to be so homey—just a bowl of noodles.
The late-night snack session counted as family.
Zi Wenxin stayed with a thick face, looking as if he were supposed to stay, very sincere and natural.
He saw the legendary Madam Meng, whose beauty was said to rival Daji.
Unexpectedly, she looked just like a round-faced little girl, not even looking like a married woman, still like an unmarried girl.
Her eyes revealed a touch of clear stupidity??
This appearance, in the Jiang Family as a whole, should be the least conspicuous one.
Just a rather pretty little girl. A beauty to topple cities? Definitely not. She looked more like Lady Qin. Her features were delicate if looked at closely, and she looked a bit like Commander Jiang, but the round face neutralized that stunning feeling; she was just an ordinarily pretty girl.
Rumors were truly not to be trusted.
They had all thought Commander Jiang relied on his daughter’s peerless beauty and nepotism to climb up to the capital’s powerful figures.
Turns out, this was it.
This appearance was at the bottom of the Jiang Family.
Jiang Feng looked better than his sister.
Of course, Zi Wenxin didn’t stare at her; he only took one look, after all, her husband was next to her.
Upon learning that she hosted the banquet and much of it was her handiwork, he felt that this culinary skill alone could keep people.
Hateful.
That wimp, the third subordinate, went back after attending the wedding and got drunk, telling them he regretted not proposing earlier.
At the time, he comforted him, saying there were plenty of beauties, and to wait until his godfather took the capital, then he could marry a noble lady from the capital.
Wimp, such a wimp. If he had spoken up earlier, this person would have gone to their house, and wouldn’t it be easy to sponge off meals later?
Tomorrow, Zi Wenxin would go back and kick the third subordinate.
Gong Qichi didn’t think much; he just liked these noodles.
He ate with smacking sounds, even his beard got wet.
He wiped it and said:’Sister-in-law’s noodles are still the best, nice and hot.’
While Zi Wenxin was dazed, Gong Qichi had already finished a bowl of noodles.
The birthday boy also buried his head in eating noodles, and after finishing, even drank all the soup. Good guy, he left only an empty bowl, which seemed to still be emitting fragrance.
Zi Wenxin hurried to start.
To be honest, the noodles weren’t as stunning as the dinner, but as he ate, his forehead broke out in sweat, and his eyes felt a bit sore.
He missed his Mother.
His Mother must have cooked noodles for him when he was a child, just like this.
His nose felt sore too.
He was an orphan; both his parents were deceased. By the time his godfather adopted him as a godson, he already had memories.
He remembered who his parents were.
Because his later life was very smooth, he rarely looked back at the past.
But for some reason, a bowl of plain noodle soup made him feel so bitter.
Jiang Mianmian slurped the little noodles.
Her bowl had more soup and fewer noodles, just a few strands, finished in a few slurps.
After Jiang Feng finished a bowl of longevity noodles, he felt as if he would really live a long life. His body had been slightly sore from excessive training recently.
But after eating this bowl of longevity noodles, he felt the soreness disappear.
Strong and healthy, he could go practice sword eight hundred more times now.
So he called his brother-in-law, Meng Shaoxia, to go practice sword together.
Meng Shaoxia:…
It’s late at night and you aren’t going back to your room to sleep, but you have to find me to practice sword?
Too bizarre.
He had to write a letter to Mother and ask if there were any suitable candidates to introduce to his brother-in-law; this was too exhausting.
Although he felt his swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds recently and he should be able to surpass his own Father.
Jiang Feng invited him to practice sword.
Zi Wenxin also went along.
Young men, strong, full of energy, back and forth, exhilarating.
Although Gong Qichi was very tired, he still grabbed Brother Jiang, looking like he wanted to talk all night.
Qin Luoxia silently handed the little daughter to her husband.
Jiang Mianmian curled up in Father’s arms.
She adjusted to a comfortable position to listen to them chat.
First, she listened to Uncle Gong talk about the local customs of the Prefecture City.
Then she listened to Uncle Gong praise her band.
‘The singing tonight was quite good. That, Brother Jiang, I have a presumptuous request.’
Jiang Changtian said: ‘You and I are not brothers, but better than brothers. We are brothers from different Fathers and Mothers. Brother Ye Hang, whatever you want, just say it, don’t be polite.’
Jiang Mianmian:… Father is really good at bluffing.
‘Commander Zi said a few days ago that he dreamt of his late wife and was somewhat uneasy. I saw your band was excellent today. Could you lend them to me for a few days? Commander Zi wants to hold a funeral ritual, and Commander Zi doesn’t really like those big monks. Your band is quite good.’
‘This…’ Jiang Changtian poked the girl in his arms with some difficulty.
‘The musicians in the house are played by my little daughter, and this song was also carefully arranged by her.’
Gong Qichi looked at the little girl in Jiang Changtian’s arms in surprise.
Jiang Mianmian:… Funeral ritual??
Somehow felt her family’s Song and Dance Troupe filled the gap in the funeral industry.
‘Okay, Uncle Gong, you just need to give new lyrics, and let them sing.’
Gong Qichi slapped his knee.
‘Good, later Uncle will send you a big gift as thanks. What do you want?’
Jiang Mianmian thought very seriously: ‘Give me a mountain, the kind with a river. When the weather gets hot next year, Mianmian wants to go up the mountain to escape the heat.’
Jiang Changtian laughed loudly.
He liked his daughter’s straightforwardness. If she dared to ask, his, Jiang Changtian’s, daughter should dare to think and dare to ask.
Gong Qichi nodded: ‘Done, tomorrow Uncle will have the deed sent to you. It just so happens there is a mountain south of Jingzhou with very good water flow, and there is a villa on the mountain. When the time comes, you can tidy it up and just leave a guest room for your Uncle Gong.’
Jiang Mianmian nodded happily.
If she had a tail, it would be wagging.
She jumped out of Father’s arms and carefully poured a cup of tea for Uncle Gong, wobbling over to hand it to him.
‘Thank you, Uncle.’ Jiang Mianmian smiled.
Jiang Mianmian dripped a tiny drop of spiritual spring water for Uncle Gong, a tiny drop, about half a drop.
Because Uncle Gong hadn’t drunk it before, and she didn’t want him to get diarrhea at home.
But this Uncle Gong was really aging fast.
Visibly aging.
It is said that the lifespan of the ancients was very short, and fifty was considered a long life.
And Father rarely had a good friend he could talk to.
A few years later, Father would look like his son.
May Uncle Gong not kick the bucket.
Gong Qichi took the tea and took a sip, laughing: ‘The tea given by our Mianmian is extra sweet.’
Jiang Mianmian smiled: ‘My Father says the same, I am a thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket, yo.’
Gong Qichi laughed loudly.
He felt relaxed all over. Every time he was at Brother Jiang’s house, it felt like returning home, a rare feeling of comfort and peace.
The two continued to chat.
Gong Qichi was obviously becoming more energetic.
Jiang Mianmian curled up in Father’s arms, drowsy, sleepy.
‘Brother Ye Hang, today is my son’s birthday. I observed that Official Yu seemed a bit unhappy.’
Jiang Mianmian’s drowsy ears perked up casually.
Official Yu? Which Official Yu? Is it the husband of that Madam Yu who ate with them?
After Madam Yu left, she also heard Madam He tell Mother about Madam Yu’s miserable life at home. Madam He said Official Yu married a noble concubine, and Madam Yu, a proper wife, was like a little maid at home, living in a side room, and couldn’t even teach her own children. Official Yu felt that the noble concubine could teach his children better.
‘The one surnamed Yu became a judge, he used his power to arrest many of our people. He has already become the government’s knife, cutting us the hardest. Changtian, you are kind-hearted, you must be on guard.’ Gong Qichi said.
Jiang Mianmian pondered for a moment, a judge, seems to be equivalent to a police chief, in charge of public security.
Very powerful.
Because Father became a Commander, she was curious and asked Great-Aunt about official titles.
Great-Aunt explained it to her briefly, so she knew that a judge was in charge of criminal justice.
Father was in charge of the military, but now that they had been recruited, there was no war to fight, so Father actually had no power, while the judge had real power in the Prefecture City.
‘Why not send someone to kill him?’ Jiang Changtian asked.
Gong Qichi shook his head: ‘This person was famous for being good at fighting before, and after being recruited to become a judge, he enjoys life very much and is afraid of death. He brought dozens of guards when he came to your place. It is very difficult to kill him.’
Jiang Changtian nodded.
He gently rocked the child in his arms, watching her breathing evenly, her eyelashes curled, and he said softly:
‘Then he can only die in an accident.’
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