The conspiracy of the courtyard

Chen Ping looked at Lu Zixuan in disbelief and said, "Isn't this too cruel? Why don't they fight us to the death? How about a different method?"

Lu Zixuan nodded and said, "Okay, as long as you can accept their interruption, it will only be useful temporarily. Everyone can see the flaws in this confession, but no one dares to raise any objections.

Yi and Jia did not dare to deny it because they were afraid of Liu Haizhong's recklessness. Liu Haizhong did not dare to resist because he did harass us and took away the milk powder.

The three of them are strong and have vested interests. Whatever they say is wrong. This is the theory that the strong are guilty.

Let's go, let Liu Haizhong sign first. If he knows all these characters, all our efforts will be wasted, and it will be an uncertain factor. Bring cinnabar oil and let him press his fingerprints."

The mother and daughter walked out the door and handed the confession and milk powder to Liu Haizhong. Chen Ping pulled a long face and said:

"Take a look, take a look carefully, or you will accuse me of cheating you. This milk powder is imported and awarded by the government, so take a good look. You have attended literacy classes, so you should be familiar with the above content. If you don't understand, I will read it to you."

Although Liu Haizhong was puzzled as to why there were so many words, he was overjoyed when he saw the whole bag of milk powder. He only took a glance at the confession and signed it. The main reason was that he really didn't recognize so many words and was afraid of appearing weak.

He exchanged his primary school diploma for food, and learned pinyin in a literacy class, but he hadn't learned it all. In order to show off his cultural level, he praised Chen Ping's handwriting: "You? You dare to cheat me? Haha, but your handwriting is not bad. Come on, do you want to press your fingerprints? What a hassle."

After signing and pressing his fingerprints, Liu Haizhong went to his master to report his achievements, and Chen Ping and her daughter also returned home. Chen Ping was still a little worried:

"Son, I think what we are doing is too harsh. Would you like to reconsider it?"

Lu Zixuan said disapprovingly: "Okay, the confession is in your hands anyway, you have the right to choose. I am just helping you to hold their handle, as for how to use it and when to use it, it is up to you. Haha... I am sleepy, I will go to sleep first."

Seeing her son's unhappy look, Chen Ping hurriedly coaxed him, "Son, are you angry? I'm just afraid that they will retaliate against us. Can't I just listen to you? Can I stop talking?"

Lu Zixuan shook his head and said, "Mom, there are some things I don't want to tell you too clearly, for fear that you will feel uncomfortable. Have you really trusted me?

I'll ask you a few simple questions. Why didn't you cry when your grandmother passed away? Was it because your feelings were not deep enough? When Lu Zhihai borrowed money before, you gave it to him directly. Why didn't you hesitate? As for the confession, you can do whatever you want."

Chen Ping fell into deep thought. She couldn't find an answer, no reason, it seemed like it was all an instinctive decision. But her son would never do it without a purpose, there must be a meaning in it.

Chen Ping went to sleep with doubts in her mind. She dreamed all night long. She dreamed of her mother's relieved smile when she passed away. She dreamed of her adoptive mother's laughter when she saw the bark noodles being made. She also dreamed of Lu Zhihai's intriguing smile when he succeeded in borrowing money.

Chen Ping had no intention of handing over the confession letter. Perhaps he was afraid of retaliation from the families, or he felt that cutting off someone's financial resources was too cruel, or perhaps he did not want to make the relationship too strained.

No matter how Chen Ping handled it, from the next day on, Lu Zixuan no longer went to the street office with Chen Ping, saying that it was boring to be there every day and it would delay Chen Ping's independent thinking.

Lu Zixuan had long wanted to go to Hongbinlou with He Yuzhu, but Chen Ping had always refused. Lu Zixuan went to Hongbinlou not because he was greedy, but because he felt that something was wrong with He Yuzhu, and his cooking skills had obviously declined...

On the first day that Lu Zixuan followed He Yuzhu to Hongbinlou, he felt that the atmosphere in the kitchen was very depressing. There was no smell of fireworks at all, and no noisy voices. Everyone just worked silently, just like a student afraid of the teacher.

Lu Zixuan looked around and didn't find anyone watching him. He didn't believe that everyone was so self-conscious, so he wanted to observe him from a closer distance, but was kicked out by an apprentice.

Lu Zixuan had no choice but to sit on the stone steps and think about He Yuzhu's changes. Since the beginning of the year, He Yuzhu has spoken less and less at home.

At first, Lu Zixuan thought that the two girls had no common topics, but later he found that it was not the case. He did not talk to anyone or communicate with anyone. Only in front of Lu Zixuan would he say a few more words.

Especially when he pinched Jia Dongxu, he actually felt relief and joy from He Yuzhu's eyes. This was clearly a deviation towards violence. How could that be okay?

His partners must not like fighting arts, that is absolutely unacceptable. They must change, force can be used as a blessing, but it must not be the main direction of attack...

Lu Zixuan was closing his eyes to think about a countermeasure when he smelled the scent of spicy chicken.

When he suddenly opened his eyes, he saw an aluminum lunch box filled with appetizing twice-cooked pork. Lu Zixuan's eyes turned into stars and he said, "I thought it was spicy chicken cubes, hehe... did uncle eat it?"

"There's spicy diced chicken in the lunch box downstairs. It's for the two of them. We're men, so we have to eat fatty food to make it more flavorful.

Let's go home. I've asked the shopkeeper for leave. Bored? In the afternoon, your uncle will take you to the new master's house. He has attended the state banquet before," He Yuzhu said proudly.

Lu Zixuan frowned, stared at He Yuzhu and asked:

"You changed your master? Which cuisine? Who did you learn from? You were a chef at Hongbinlou before? Who recommended you? Who was the witness? When did you become a disciple? How did you become a disciple?"

He Yuzhu was stunned by the questions, his eyes were a little vacant, and he stammered:

"I haven't changed my master. My master left and said he was going back to his hometown. I don't know what cuisine my current master specializes in, but he knows a lot of styles. I haven't officially become his apprentice yet, and he said he doesn't care about those conventional rituals."

Lu Zixuan felt that he had grasped the key to the problem and urged He Yuzhu to take him home quickly.

As soon as he got home, Lu Zixuan opened both lunch boxes and sniffed them carefully. He Yuzhu smiled and said:

"Don't smell it, kid. Be careful not to drool. I'll get the bowls and chopsticks and serve you some of both. How is it? Isn't this new chef's cooking skill good?

The restaurant business is booming now, and everyone comes here for the new chef's cooking skills. Didn't you say that my cooking skills have deteriorated recently? Let me show you the skills of the state banquet chef."

Lu Zixuan closed both lunch boxes and asked in a disappointed tone, "Uncle, this dish is obviously not up to your standard. Have you ever been to your former master's house?"

He Yuzhu was somewhat confused by Lu Zixuan's sudden question and answered mechanically:

"I have been there, but his whole family has moved away. Why are you so interested in becoming my apprentice? Do you want to learn? Then you don't have to become my apprentice. When you grow up, I will teach you."

Seeing that He Yuzhu was worried, Lu Zixuan asked again:

"Uncle, can you tell me what happened after the new chef came? I went to the kitchen with you today. Why is it different from other restaurants?