Poet Immortal, Poet Sage, Duke of the State!

As the poem "Though the Tortoise Lives Long" spread, a turmoil began to stir in the capital.

South of the city.

Chen Chang'an's courtyard remained serene and tranquil.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, with his five palms facing the sky, breathing according to the internal energy cultivation method of the Po Jun Jue.

The energy within him had grown slightly stronger than it had last night.

At this rate, the day he can scale walls and leap across rooftops won't be too far off.

At one moment, two pretty figures walked straight into the courtyard.

Chen Chang'an stood up, dusted off his robe, and asked, "Why are you here again?"

Qing Shuang put her hands on her hips and said matter-of-factly, "What do you mean 'again'? We invested money in you, can't we come and see how the business is going?"

Chen Chang'an laughed and said, "Okay, okay, of course it's okay..."

Qing Shuang glanced at the deserted kitchen, blinked, and asked Chen Chang'an, "Young Master Shen, it's already this late, why haven't you cooked yet?"

Chen Chang'an looked up and saw that the sun was indeed directly overhead.

He was so engrossed in practicing that he forgot the time.

At this point, there wasn't time to prepare a lavish meal, so Chen Chang'an decided to just make do with whatever was available.

He went into the kitchen and rummaged around. He hadn't gone out to buy groceries today; the rice jar was almost empty, and the vegetable basket only contained a few eggs, a bunch of greens, and a few scallions.

Fortunately, there was still half a bag of flour left.

In his previous life, he followed a food blogger online named Chef Sui, who often taught people how to cook. One of his dishes was stir-fried noodles, which was simple to make but tasted quite good.

He did it countless times, and he could do it even with his eyes closed.

Chen Chang'an rolled up his sleeves and quickly got busy in the kitchen.

Qing Shuang peered into the kitchen for a while before Chen Chang'an sent her to tend the fire.

Chen Chang'an worked quickly, and in less than a quarter of an hour, three bowls of stir-fried noodles were served on the stone table.

The noodles were snow-white, the soup was clear, and golden egg flowers and emerald green vegetables floated on top of the soup. The aroma of lard mixed with the smell of scallions and ginger made Chen Chang'an's appetite soar.

Qing Shuang couldn't wait any longer. She picked up the bowl and took a big bite, her eyes immediately curving into crescents.

Then came the second bite, the third bite, and it just wouldn't stop...

Princess Zhaoyue picked up the bowl, her movements far more elegant than Qingshuang's.

She picked up a few noodles, blew on them gently, and put them in her mouth.

She chewed a few times, then paused slightly.

The taste of this noodle...

It's not particularly refined, but it has an indescribable comfort. The noodles are chewy, the soup is delicious, and the aroma of ginger and scallions blends perfectly with the egg. It's simple, yet it makes you want to keep eating it.

Qing Shuang finished her first bowl quickly and then went to the kitchen to get two more.

Princess Zhaoyue finished her first bowl and then put down her chopsticks.

Even the most delicious food should be enjoyed in moderation; this is a royal etiquette she had to learn from a young age.

After finishing three bowls of noodles, Qing Shuang collapsed onto the stone bench, rubbing her round belly and letting out a burp without any decorum: "I'm so full..."

Princess Zhaoyue glanced at her, coughed lightly, and said, "Mind your manners."

Qing Shuang didn't seem to care, glancing at Chen Chang'an and saying lazily, "What's there to be afraid of? There are no outsiders..."

Chen Chang'an smiled slightly. These young ladies are used to eating delicacies and are probably tired of them. On the contrary, this kind of simple home-cooked meal, full of wok hei (the smoky aroma imparted by a hot wok), tastes quite different.

after eating.

Chen Chang'an tidied the table and washed the dishes.

Princess Zhaoyue walked slowly to the side and said softly, "Young Master Shen, Qing Shuang mentioned your poem 'Though the Tortoise Lives Long' that you composed last night. It really helped her a lot. Now her grandfather has regained his spirits and his energy has improved considerably..."

Chen Chang'an looked at Qing Shuang and asked, "Really?"

Qing Shuang nodded innocently, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and said, "That's right, even my grandpa was able to go today..."

Before she could finish saying "up," Princess Zhaoyue tugged at the hem of her dress.

She suddenly came to her senses and remembered the princess's earlier instructions.

Chen Chang'an turned his head blankly and asked, "What?"

Qing Shuang's bright eyes darted around, and she immediately said, "Go, go to the outhouse... he can go to the outhouse by himself now."

Princess Zhaoyue looked helpless; her imperial court had actually been compared to a latrine...

Chen Chang'an didn't think much of it and nodded, saying, "That's good..."

Princess Zhaoyue said, "I have chosen a shop, and I have had it cleaned inside and out, and the furnishings have been arranged. When the time comes, we just need to wait for the workshop to start work and send the Qing Shuang Lu to the shelves."

Looking at her, Chen Chang'an thought to himself, "Such a thoughtful angel investor is truly rare."

Qing Shuang took Princess Zhao Yue's arm and said expectantly, "Let's go check out the shops!"

This was her first time doing business, and everything was new and exciting for her.

The three of them walked out of the courtyard. Chen Chang'an locked the gate and they walked together toward the shops on South Street.

Before they even reached the shop, a loud shout suddenly came from behind them.

"You little bastard, I've finally found you!"

Chen Chang'an suddenly turned around, and upon seeing the person's appearance, his expression darkened slightly.

The people opposite him were none other than the Chen family servants who had chased him down last time.

Chen Fu led a group of servants and quickly surrounded them, blocking the way for Chen Chang'an and his two companions.

He squinted, sizing up Chen Chang'an with disdain, completely ignoring Zhao Yue and Qing Shuang beside him. He raised his chin and said, "You can run for a while, but you can't run forever. Let's see where you can hide today!"

The Chen family servants behind him also dispersed, effectively blocking the paths around Chen Chang'an.

Chen Fu, his face fierce, ordered his men, "Take this kid down!"

The servants behind him immediately rubbed their hands together and pounced on Chen Chang'an.

They were met with a barrage of servants.

Chen Chang'an did not flee in such a sorry state as last time.

He raised both palms, about to test the power of the Breaking Army Technique.

But just then, someone gently patted his shoulder.

Qing Shuang stood in front of Chen Chang'an and said lazily, "This time, it's my turn to help you."

When Chen Fu and his servants saw a little girl walking towards them, they were all stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"What a pretty girl."

"Your skin is so white."

"Haha, her legs are long too."

"It's just that her breasts are a little small..."

……

Before they could finish speaking, several swift afterimages flashed before their eyes.

Qing Shuang moved with lightning speed, and Chen Chang'an couldn't even see her moves.

Several muffled thuds were heard, and then Chen Fu and the others were seen lying on the ground.

Qing Shuang stood up again, casually clapped her hands, and proudly glanced back at Chen Chang'an.

Chen Chang'an walked expressionlessly to Chen Fu's side and stepped on his face.

"What did you just say?"

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. This girl is too good at fighting. Chen Fu immediately grinned and said, "I'm a bastard, I'm a bastard, please, young master, have mercy on me..."

Chen Chang'an raised his foot and said coldly, "Get out!"

Chen Fu and the others immediately scrambled to their feet and ran away as fast as they could.

Princess Zhaoyue watched the departing figures of those people, her brows furrowing slightly. She asked softly, "Young Master Shen, what grudge do these people hold against you? Why have they repeatedly caused you trouble?"