Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

The Cherokee's engine roared like a beast, drawing an extremely stylish S-curve on the wide roads of Tianjin.

"Slow down! Slow down! Good heavens! That's the Haihe River ahead! If we fall in, the three of us will become the new toys of 'Diving Grandpa'!" Xu Si gripped the passenger side armrest tightly, his face was slammed against the glass, his features distorted like an abstract painting.

"It's nothing, don't shout."

In the driver's seat, Feng Baobao remained calm, even managing to pop a piece of rice crust into her mouth while her hands were busy shifting gears. Her eyes were focused and clear, the accelerator was locked tight, and the steering wheel was turned wildly, making her drive like an F1 champion amidst the evening rush hour traffic.

Yan Sen sat in the back seat, and with the violent shaking of the car, his whole body swayed from side to side like a pendulum, yet he always maintained a strange balance.

Looking out the car window at the group of elderly men and women wearing red shorts and waving silk scarves on the Lion Grove Bridge by the Haihe River, he couldn't help but marvel.

"The people of Tianjin really know how to live life to the fullest," Yan Sen exclaimed.

"Clear my ass! If you don't slow down, I'll be clear too! Baby! Next time! Next time I will never let you touch the steering wheel!" Xu Si felt like his lunch was about to be thrown up.

Fortunately, although Feng Baobao's methods were unconventional, her skills were undeniable. With a series of teeth-grinding brake screechs, the weathered Cherokee came to a smooth stop at the entrance of what appeared to be a rather upscale residential area—Rainbow Garden.

Yan Sen got out of the car, glanced at the name and number of the residential complex, and fell silent.

Nankai District, Hongqi Road, Rainbow Garden...

The address my dad just gave me...

"What's wrong, you blockhead? Stunned by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism?" Xu Si lit a cigarette to calm his lingering shock from the car chase. Leaning against the car door, he teased with a wicked grin, "Let's go, don't just stand there."

"It's nothing." Yan Sen scratched his head, his expression somewhat subtle. "I just didn't expect that the company's regional head would live here. I was thinking that someone of Uncle Xu's level would at least live in a detached villa, with a swimming pool and a helipad."

"What are you thinking!" Xu Si rolled his eyes and exhaled a smoke ring. "Na Du Tong isn't a private company. My old man's salary isn't low, but it's not as outrageous as you think. Besides, do you understand what it's like working in the system? Leaders live in big villas and drive luxury cars. What do the brothers working hard for them think? This house is a welfare house that the company allocated to us years ago. It's just that the location is a bit good."

Xu Si pointed to the Cherokee behind him, which made noise everywhere except for the horn, and began to play the victim: "See this? This car of mine, I saved up for several years' worth of wages to buy it. My old man is very frugal; he wouldn't even buy me a pack of good cigarettes."

Yan Sen's lips twitched slightly as he looked at Xu Si's "I'm poor and I'm honest" attitude.

Just ignore those two sentences; anyone who believes them is a fool.

"That's great!" Yan Sen didn't expose him, and instead put on a surprised expression, nudging Xu Si's ribs with his elbow. "Now that we live close by, I can come over for a meal anytime I want. By the way, Brother Xu, where's the property management office? I'm going to get a key."

Xu Si was taken aback, and some cigarette ash fell onto his pants: "Turn right after entering the community gate and walk straight, that's the property management office. Wait, you're doing this so fast? You've already rented the apartment?"

"It's not rented out. My dad bought it a few years ago, and it's been vacant ever since." Yan Sen pointed to a tree-lined path to the right of the community gate, "Building B4, those are the townhouses over there."

The air suddenly fell silent for three seconds.

Xu Si, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked in the direction Yan Sen was pointing.

That's the villa area of ​​Rainbow Garden, all townhouses with private gardens and garages.

Xu Si slowly turned his head and looked Yan Sen up and down.

"I..." He felt a tightness in his chest, as if he'd been punched. "You little brat... you were waiting for me here, weren't you?"

"How could that be?" Yan Sen spread his hands innocently. "My dad bought it years ago. I didn't know before. It was the address I got when I got off the plane. You know I'm just a poor guy. How could I afford this house?"

Xu Si took a deep breath and stomped the cigarette butt out hard on the ground.

It is impossible to guard against it!

Poor kid? I'm poor my ass!

I originally wanted to use the idea of ​​"simple family style" to get closer to this kid and show the Xu family's low-key and reserved nature, but this kid turned around and acted arrogantly.

Who the hell can stand this?

"Come on! I'll go get the keys with you!" Xu Si waved his hand through gritted teeth. "Let's make this clear first, it's not that I don't want you to succeed, it's just that you're way too good for me!"

Feng Baobao returned after parking the car, holding a half-eaten bag of rice crackers. She looked at the two people, one furious and the other grinning, and tilted her head.

"These two are really brainless."

……

After accompanying Yan Sen to the property management office to retrieve the keys, Xu Si led Yan Sen to his own front door.

His house was just an ordinary high-rise apartment building, which did seem much more "simple" compared to the townhouses in Yansen's neighborhood.

"Open the door!" Xu Si didn't even take out his keys, and just banged on the door.

A short while later, the sound of slippers shuffling through the door came from inside.

The security door opened, revealing a refined-looking face wearing glasses.

Xu San was dressed in casual clothes, holding a lens cleaning cloth and wiping his lenses. He was startled by the scene at the door, then adjusted his glasses.

"Didn't the baby bring the key? Why are they knocking?"

"Isn't this what you're waiting for me to serve?" Xu Si shouted as he changed his shoes. "Come, come, blockhead, come in! Don't be shy! This is my brother Xu San, you can just call him Brother San. Xu San, this is Yan Sen, a friend I met with Bao Bao on this mission..."

Xu Si emphasized the word "friends" and his eyes held a deeper meaning.

Xu San paused slightly, his gaze falling on Yan Sen.

Is this the boy who makes the baby feel "close"?

It looks... like nothing special.

"Hello, Third Brother." Yan Sen stood at the door, not rushing in, but bowing slightly, with that unique, deceptively sweet smile on his face. "I'm Yan Sen. You can call me Xiao Yan, or you can call me Mu Tou like Sister Bao Bao does. Sorry to bother you, I've come to drop by."

"Hello, Xiaoyan." Xu San quickly withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, revealing a gentle smile, and stepped aside to make way. "These two rascals have caused you trouble along the way. Come, come in and have some tea."

Yan Sen put on the new slippers that Xu Si handed him and walked into the living room.

The furnishings in the house were simple, even somewhat old, but it was spotless, exuding the rigor and warmth unique to the homes of retired cadres.

As soon as Feng Baobao entered the house, she skillfully kicked off her shoes and went barefoot into the kitchen, clearly to inspect today's meals.

"Oh my, so this must be Xiao Yan?"

In the kitchen, an elderly woman wearing an apron and holding a spatula peeked out.

Xu Xiang.

This powerful figure, who usually commanded respect in North China's supernatural community, looked like an ordinary old man next door. Although his hair was gray, he was in good spirits, and his eyes did not have the sharpness Yan Sen had imagined; instead, they were smiling and radiated kindness.

"You're welcome! Make yourself at home, please. Dinner will be ready soon!"

"Greetings, Master Xu!" Yan Sen quickly took two steps forward and bowed deeply to Xu Xiang, his attitude so respectful that no one could find fault with him. "It's too much of a burden for me to cook for you personally. Just make something simple, I'm no stranger to you. Don't make it too complicated."

Xu Xiang looked at the polite and clear-eyed young man in front of him, his spatula paused slightly, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

This kid...

He didn't have the arrogance typical of young extraordinary people; on the contrary, he was very polite.

Xu Xiang knows his son very well.

How could such a polite and well-behaved child be Xu Laosi's friend?

It's definitely an act!

Little fox.

Xu Xiang mentally labeled Yan Sen.

Old fox.

Yan Sen straightened up, looked at the smiling Xu Xiang, and gave the same assessment in his mind.

Their eyes met briefly in the air, as if a spark had flashed, or as if nothing had happened.

"Let's see when you give yourself away!"

At this moment, the old man and the young man were surprisingly in sync.

……

What Xu Si called "ordinary home-cooked meals" were anything but ordinary.

When Xu San and Xu Si brought the dishes to the table, Yan Sen couldn't help but swallow.

Eight Treasures Tofu, with its bright red color, crispy exterior and tender interior, is filled with fragrant shrimp, sea cucumber, and diced chicken; Braised Sole, with its rich soy sauce flavor, looks incredibly flavorful; Braised Oxtail, stewed until tender and falling off the bone; and Stir-fried Tripe with Coriander, crisp and refreshing, with the unique aroma of coriander hitting you right in the head.

In addition, there is also a three-delicacy braised noodle dish with four plates and eight portions, which is the highest level of hospitality in Tianjin – lo mein.

This table of dishes is truly the stuff of skill; it takes a lot of time, effort, and is difficult to make.

"Come, come, sit down, and start eating!" Xu Xiang took off his apron, sat in the main seat, and greeted everyone.

Feng Baobao couldn't wait any longer. She held her chopsticks in her hand and stared intently at the plate of braised oxtail. If Xu Xiang hadn't spoken yet, she probably would have already grabbed some.

"Xiao Yan, you're in a good mood today." Xu Xiang pulled a bottle of aged Moutai from under the table, unscrewed the cap, and a rich aroma instantly filled the air. "Shall we have a drink, just the two of us?"

As he spoke, he was about to pour wine into the glass in front of Yan Sen.

Yan Sen's eyelids twitched.

He reached out and gently covered the rim of the cup.

"Uncle Xu, you mustn't." Yan Sen gave a slightly embarrassed smile and scratched his head. "I'm not an adult yet, I'm only fifteen this year."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xu Si had just picked up a piece of tofu when he heard this, his hand trembled, and the tofu fell onto the table with a thud.

He glanced sideways at Yan Sen, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

Keep pretending!

When you were stepping on Minamoto no Yoshitsune and punching Quanxing on Changbai Mountain, why didn't you say you were a minor?

Back then, your ruthless and decisive nature made you seem more like an adult than I did!

Now that we're at the dinner table, are you starting to act like a good boy?

Xu Xiang was also stunned for a moment, his hand holding the wine bottle hovering in mid-air.

But he reacted quickly, laughed, and took back the bottle, filled his own glass, and then poured some for Xu San and Xu Si.

"Oh dear, look at my brain, I'm getting senile!" Xu Xiang slapped his forehead, looking apologetic. "Just looking at your behavior, you're so mature, not at all like a minor. I subconsciously treated you like an adult, forgetting you're still a child. My fault, my fault!"

Yan Sen picked up the Coke next to him, poured himself a glass, and held it up with a smile: "Uncle Xu, you flatter me. Poor children mature early, you know. I was forced into this by life, wandering around with my unreliable father. Actually, deep down... I'm quite simple-minded."

As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Baobao, who was engrossed in her food, and said meaningfully, "Just like Sister Baobao, sometimes she seems quite formidable, but actually she's just like me, very pure at heart."

Xu Xiang's hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly.

This kid...

"Hahaha! What a wise child from a poor family who learns to be independent early!" Xu Xiang laughed loudly, raised his glass and clinked it against Yan Sen's cola. "Well said! Cheers! Try Uncle Xu's cooking!"

"Thank you, Uncle Xu!"

Yan Sen downed the cola in one gulp, and the feeling of the bubbles bursting in his throat invigorated him.

"Xiao Yan," Xu Xiang said casually, placing a piece of sole into Yan Sen's bowl, "I heard you started traveling the world with your father when you were three? Truly a young hero. I still don't feel comfortable letting my two kids roam freely on their own. Speaking of which, I knew your father, Yan Que, when he took you around. How's he doing now?"

While eating fish, Yan Sen mumbled an indistinct reply: "Hey, my dad's a pretty idle man now. He doesn't have much to do, so he likes to gossip with the uncles and aunties in the village. The things you know about us... I guess they're some 'not-so-good' rumors, right?"

"Oh? How so?" Xu San pushed up his glasses and joined the group chat.

"For example..." Yan Sen swallowed the fish, grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, "For example, he lied to me, saying my mother died in childbirth, and then took me, who was only three years old, around to swindle and cheat people?"

"puff--!"

Xu Si spat out the mouthful of wine he had just drunk.

Xu San's lips twitched as he looked at the innocent-looking boy in front of him and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

Let this kid help the baby...

Is it really reliable?