I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Five dishes and one soup that are just right.

The standard is one more than the number of people dining.

There is no waste, and guests will never feel left out.

In particular, the ginseng and rhubarb health-preserving soup prepared by Li Shurui herself deserves to be the star of the table. It has a warm color and overflowing aroma, which increases appetite and makes people salivate.

Wu Sheng drank a bowl of rice before he even had his meal, and then he praised the dish endlessly, still wanting more.

"Sister Shurui, you can switch careers and become a chef!"

Just a joke.

Although she is not as famous as his biological sister, his sister Shu Rui can now be regarded as a representative figure among business women in Donghai.

It's a waste of talent to be a chef.

"You are growing, drink more."

Li Shurui's smile was gentle and sincere. If someone didn't know her, they might really think that the Martial Saint was related to her by blood.

They are really a loving family.

At the beginning, Wu Sheng was undoubtedly hostile to someone's girlfriend in name only. Now time has changed everything, which is certainly a good thing, but it has put Lan Peizhi, the real sister, into a rather embarrassing situation.

"Sister, you try it too."

Wu Sheng is a man who understands the ways of the world. He proactively and actively serves, taking full account of his elder sister's feelings. At the same time, he flawlessly serves a bowl of soup to Li Shurui and Duanmu Liuli respectively.

How mature and sensible.

As a parent, and a hands-off parent at that, it is undoubtedly necessary to express your stance at this time.

"It's been hard work educating him like this."

Not only Lan Peizhi, but Lan's father and mother should also come to express their gratitude. When this kid was in the village, did he add more rice and dishes to his parents?

Not sitting at the table is considered restrained.

Facts have proved that the Martial Saint's running away from home and sneaking to the East China Sea was probably a positive turn for him personally and for the entire Wu family.

"It's easy to change a country, but hard to change one's nature. The Martial Saint is a very sensible person by nature, but he was still young before, and now he has grown up."

Li Shurui held the porcelain chopsticks, gentle and kind, making Wu Sheng feel a little at a loss and blushing.

Sister Shurui really gave him too much face, it's so embarrassing.

In fact, not only the Martial Saint was ashamed, Lan Peizhi's feelings were probably quite complicated as well.

Just think about it, if your brother, who is useless and unsightly in your eyes, becomes a popular figure with all the merits in the eyes of others, how would you feel?

"Sister Shurui, don't praise me like that. I used to be a bad guy and made my sister worry about me. If it weren't for my sister, I would have been put in a sack countless times in the village."

This kid is quite sober.

Do you really think that people in the countryside are all simple people who are hardworking, submissive and willing to endure hardships?

Rural people are much more barbaric than city people.

The real reason why he could run rampant in the countryside was never the Tibetan Mastiff.

"Miss Lan, I'm telling you the truth."

Li Shurui rushed to Lan Pei.

What is incredible is that.

Lan Peizhi actually smiled, and it was not subtle at all, it was quite conspicuous.

The Martial Saint was shocked and filled with regret.

Lose it.

It turns out that my sister is also an auditory animal?

Yes.

No matter how tough my sister is, she is still a woman.

Which woman doesn’t like to hear heartwarming words?

I am still stupid.

If I had known my sister would fall for this, I wouldn't have lived so cautiously. Smooth talk is his specialty.

"Sister, I will never cause you any trouble again."

Discovering the flaw, the Martial Saint quickly struck while the iron was hot, his expression even more resolute and pious than when he went to the grave to pay homage to his ancestors.

Also.

So what about Guanyin.

Guanyin is not indestructible either.

Regardless of whether the younger brother was acting or not, at least there were other people present. Faced with such a sensible younger brother, no sister would be able to harden her heart.

This is the reason why you shouldn't hit someone who smiles at you.

"Just don't cause trouble to others."

"How dare I? Sister Duanmu's beating hurts so much."

"I didn't hit you."

Taoist nun Duanmu, who was eating in silence, did not allow herself to be slandered. She put down her chopsticks when she heard the words and quietly defended herself in front of her senior sister.

"You nearly threw me to death."

It seemed like Wu Sheng had finally found someone to back him up, and he complained to his sister in a confident voice.

Li Shurui smiled awkwardly. It was unrealistic to expect Duanmu Liuli to explain, so she could only say on her behalf: "Once Wu Sheng skipped class and climbed over the wall with his classmates and ran out of the school. The teacher talked to Duanmu, and then Duanmu hung Wu Sheng on a rope from the second floor for a while..."

It has a beginning and an end.

Clearly explained.

The house also needs to be big.

Even if ordinary families want to educate their children in this way, they do not have the conditions to do so.

Given the height of this mansion, falling from the second floor would not kill you, but you could still suffer fractures if you are not careful.

"I untied him as soon as I came back."

Li Shurui then added.

"Sister Shurui, what time did you get back? You worked overtime that day, and it was dark when you came back."

The Martial Saint has a deep memory.

"How long has it been hanging?"

Lan Peizhi asked indifferently.

Li Shurui didn't want to interrupt anymore.

Duanmu Liuli thought for a moment, "Three episodes of TV."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Three episodes of TV.

What a novel unit of time measurement.

It seems that we can all imagine the scene at that time.

After returning from school, the teacher carefully explained the situation. The nun who acted as temporary guardian said nothing, cooked dinner as usual, and then the two, one adult and one child, ate as usual.

After dinner and cleaning up, the situation changed.

The harmless Taoist nun found a thick nylon rope from somewhere, and the Martial Saint had no ability to resist and was hung up high like a chicken.

Then one of them swung in the air and shouted loudly, while the other one sat back in the hall quietly to watch the TV series.

Do not disturb each other.

What a harmonious picture.

Three episodes of TV, conservatively estimated, would take at least two hours.

It seems that the Martial Saint here is not the carefree and fearless Monkey King.

Lan Peizhi would not really take action, but the Taoist nun, who looks holy and pure, seems to be an extreme actionist.

At this moment, Lan Peizhi may have truly given up the idea of ​​taking the Martial Saint away. Facing his brother's complaints and appeals, he looked at his junior sister.

"What TV?"

God, horse?!

The Martial Saint's expression was frozen, he was as dumbfounded as a wooden chicken, and his mouth was big enough to fit an egg.

Li Shurui couldn't help laughing.

The people sitting at this table are all strange people.

“Westworld.”

Tsk.

The young Taoist nun is growing so fast that she has even upgraded from domestic films to foreign ones, and jumped from martial arts to science fiction.

Kant never left his hometown of Königsberg in his entire life, but became a philosopher who influenced the world.

Especially now is the information age.

You don't need two legs to improve your understanding of the world.

God knows to what extent Taoist nun Duanmu’s thinking has evolved during the time she was taking care of the child.

"Sis, one episode of Westworld is an hour long!"

Wu Sheng continued to explain, crying and complaining, but the elder sister ignored him and actually started discussing her experience of watching the movie with Sister Liuli.

"Have a meal."

Li Shurui reminded with her eyes.

Seeing that the two sisters were in collusion, the Martial Saint could only put aside his delusions, turn his grief and anger into appetite, and eat his meal. But a boy is still a boy after all.

They don’t care about trivial matters like adults, and they won’t keep a small grudge in their hearts forever.

After a while, Wu Sheng raised his head again, "Sister Shurui, what has Brother Jiang Chen been busy with recently? I haven't heard from him for a long time."

Li Shurui laughed.

what.

I have to make a special trip to contact you, a junior high school student.

"It must be something important."

Li Shurui said with a gentle smile.

"Oh, I don't know what Brother Jiang Chen is busy with. No matter how big the matter is, it is not as important as this meal."

This kid knows how to divert conflicts, and I have to say he is quite profound.

Anyway, Brother Jiang Chen is not here, he can't hear or see, he doesn't feel any pain, and he won't be injured at all, so this can't be called harming others for personal gain.

He also loves Brother Jiang Chen very much.

"Well, don't learn from him in the future."

Li Shurui nodded, her words were so vague and confusing that it was hard to understand.

Wu Sheng looked puzzled and glanced at his sister Shu Rui, who definitely didn't understand.

"What to study?"

He asked subconsciously.

Li Shurui ate without saying a word.

Wu Sheng's mind turned, and he seemed to have come to an understanding, and changed the subject, "Sister Shurui, don't blame Brother Jiang Chen, he is also helpless. People are like this, there is always gain and loss. The more successful you are, the less private time you will have."

The Martial Saint fully demonstrated what it means to be unstable and jump back and forth, but if someone were here, he would definitely be very touched and would probably tell his Taoist sister not to use corporal punishment.

really.

It is better for the same sex to understand the same sex.

"Brother Jiang Chen, it's actually not easy."

Looking at the warm food on the table, Wu Sheng sighed and sank deeper and deeper into the swamp of empathy.

Brother Jiang Chen, doesn’t he want to have this dinner?

Of course I do.

Li Shurui didn't say anything about Wu Sheng's "consideration and understanding", but Lan Peizhi spoke up.

"After you're full, go up and study."

really.

All parents in the world are the same.

No matter how wonderful the atmosphere is, learning is still a topic that will never be ignored.

"I haven't finished eating yet."

"Then eat quickly and then go study."

"..."

"..."

Li Shurui pursed her soft lips and couldn't help but look at Duanmu Liuli.

Unexpectedly, Duanmu Liuli also looked at her tacitly as if she had telepathic communication with him.

Under his elder sister's "driving", Wu Sheng finally left his seat early. After finishing his bowl of rice, he had to go upstairs. He originally wanted to have a second bowl.

He stopped in the stairwell and looked back quietly, but unfortunately, he could not hear anything at all.

"Ugh."

He sighed silently, withdrew his gaze, and could only go upstairs to his room.

"The character of the Martial Saint is far superior to that of his peers. He will definitely not be worse than anyone else in the future."

"What's wrong with being a farmer?"

A very peaceful question.

Rather than a denial.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with being a farmer. You work from sunrise to sunset and rest at sunset. It's peaceful and leisurely. But what kind of person you want to be depends on your own ambition."

Li Shurui smiled and said, "Like Miss Lan, Wu Sheng is also a very opinionated person. He knows that he doesn't like rural life. This may be the same for Miss Lan."

"How do you know? He's the same as me."

Li Shurui was silent for a moment. "If Miss Lan liked rural life, there wouldn't be Miss Lan now, right?"

Lan Peizhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at the woman opposite him, whom he had only met a few times but became more calm every time, but he didn't say anything.

It seems.

There really seems to be no difference between the two siblings.

There are homesteads in every village.

But actually.

How could it be the same?

The family business was inherited by the son.

The Martial Saint could choose to farm at home or go out and explore the world, but she had no choice at the beginning.

If she is a martial saint.

There might not be the Lan Peizhi today. In a village in Sichuan that cannot be found on the map, there should be a village woman who works diligently on the farm.

Calculate your age.

Maybe they all have children to take care of them now.

Like.

Just like the man in the village who had the opportunity to leave the village but gave it up, and there are two Bichon Frise trees at his door.

Sitting in a luxury mansion at the tip of the East China Sea, Lan Peizhi suddenly felt a little dazed.

Yes.

No matter how outstanding a person is, he cannot completely resist the invasion of time, because the power of time never only acts on the body and skin, but also permeates your mind and soul.

If it were her from the past.

I wouldn't think about that.

Li Shurui must have noticed that the other party was distracted, so she calmed down and ate her meal without disturbing him.

Because she spoke less, Duanmu Liuli spent all her time where it was needed. She drank several bowls of soup and finished her meal long ago.

But she had learned the ways of the world. Even after she had eaten and drunk her fill and put down her chopsticks, she did not leave. Instead, she sat on the chair and waited silently.

"What do you want from me?"

After about half a minute, Lan Peizhi spoke again, breaking the silence.

Communicate feelings?

If this was the purpose, it should have been achieved.

of course.

That was just an excuse to the Martial Saint.

How can we involve children in adult matters?

"Jinhai Industry wants to invest in a second new energy vehicle factory in Kyoto. Miss Lan, have you heard about it?"

Since the other party has mentioned it on his own initiative, there is no need to beat around the bush.

Lan Peizhi did not respond, obviously indicating that Li Shurui should continue speaking.

"Originally, this is a mutually beneficial cooperation. With the completion of the second factory, Chenguang's production capacity will be greatly increased, which can shorten the waiting time for consumers to deliver the car, and will also have a strong promoting effect on the new energy market and upstream and downstream industries."

perhaps.

This may all be nonsense.

But nonsense is a necessity in life.

No need to doubt.

If there were no nonsense, the cost of communication between people would increase exponentially.

"So how is the Jinhai project going?"

Lan Peizhi stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of mandarin fish, and put it between his lips.

"It's not ideal. We have encountered unknown resistance. If there is no way to effectively resolve it, Jinhai's plan to build a new factory in Kyoto is likely to fail."

"Chairman Shi of Jinhai is my good friend."

Li Shurui added that there is no need for the other party to question her, and she can demonstrate in advance the legitimacy and rationality of her seemingly meddling in other people's affairs.

"So, what does it have to do with me?"

Two so, go straight to the vital point.

Li Shurui was calm, sitting upright with an elegant smile.

"Ms. Lan.

He is also my friend. ”

(End of this chapter)