After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

"Oh..." After hearing what she said, Old Huang couldn't help but touch his shriveled stomach and sighed helplessly.

"It's not just you. We've been busy for most of the night and my stomach is starting to feel hungry too!"

Jiang Shiyuan was amused by his description and chuckled, "Hahaha, when Boss Fang recovers, we must give him a good beating!"

Old Huang immediately understood and said very tactfully, "Yes, Miss Jiang is still smart!"

"I heard that the high-end Cantonese restaurant on Sichuan North Road, called Jinghua Restaurant, is always packed and you have to wait in line for half a day to get a table."

"When the time comes, let Boss Fang treat us to that!"

After Lao Huang finished speaking, he swallowed his saliva involuntarily.

Jiang Shiyuan sadly discovered that it was not appropriate to discuss food at this time because she became even hungrier!

The two looked at each other without saying a word, and the room fell into silence.

Just then, a faint hawking sound came from outside the window.

Jiang Shiyuan had sharp ears and immediately caught the movement.

"Hey, there seems to be food!"

She stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the window, pushed it open, and looked out.

Under the dim street lights, a peddler carrying a load on his shoulder was walking slowly, shouting something.

The sound was blown intermittently by the wind and didn't sound very clear.

"Boss, wait!"

Jiang Shiyuan's eyes lit up, and without caring about the possibility of waking up the neighbors, he shouted at the vendor at the top of his voice.

The peddler looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful woman in a black dress standing in a first-floor window not far away, waving at him.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked to the window with his load on his shoulder, and asked in a not-so-standard Beicheng Mandarin: "Miss, you called me?"

"Yes, boss. What food is left in your basket?" Jiang Shiyuan leaned half of his body out and asked with a blink of his eyes.

The vendor smiled sheepishly, "Miss, you came too late. Now we only have wontons left."

"Wontons? That's fine too!" Jiang Shiyuan's eyes lit up when he heard it. "No matter how many are left, I'll buy them all, so that you can go home earlier, boss!"

"Oh, thank you, miss. Thank you, miss!" The peddler smiled happily when he heard that there was a big business coming.

He quickly put down his burden and began to bend down and do the preparations skillfully.

I saw that he had a small charcoal stove on one end of his shoulder pole, and a small pot on the stove. The water in the pot had boiled and was bubbling with steam.

At the other end of the shoulder pole was a large bamboo box, in which various ingredients and seasonings were placed in different categories.

The vendor first took out the wonton skins and fillings from the bamboo box, and then started wrapping the wontons under the street light.

He was skilled and had superb technique. In a short while, he had wrapped wontons with thin skin and large fillings.

Old Huang also curiously came to the window, watching the busy figures of the vendors, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's a mess outside, and we can still have a hot midnight snack in Shanghai. It's really not easy!"

Jiang Shiyuan nodded in agreement, "It is indeed commendable, but I feel that the dream of Shanghai's prosperity and extravagance is about to be shattered by Japan..."

Upon hearing this, Old Huang couldn't help but re-examine the person in front of him.

Jiang Shiyuan pushed his arm hard and said happily: "Old Huang, look, the wontons seem to be floating, they should be cooked soon!"

While the two were talking, the vendor had already put the wontons into the pot.

As the steam rose, an enticing aroma spread, instantly arousing the appetite of the two men.

Old Huang couldn't help swallowing his saliva, "Oh my god, these wontons are so damn delicious!"

Jiang Shiyuan also took a deep breath and agreed: "Yes, this fragrance is absolutely amazing!"

The two of them just stared at the boss stirring the wontons in the pot with a strainer.

The dense mist and the aroma of the wontons seemed to instantly heal the two people's fear and hard work throughout the night.

When the wontons were about to come out of the pot, Lao Huang immediately took a small pot and handed it to the window, asking the vendor to put the wontons directly in it.

"Old Huang, do you eat coriander?" Jiang Shiyuan turned around and asked Old Huang who had already started to go back to the house to set the table.

Lao Huang quickly replied, "Of course I eat it. Wontons without coriander have no soul!"

Jiang Shiyuan smiled with eyes curved, and immediately told the vendor, "Boss, please add more coriander and sesame oil!"

"By the way, boss, how much is it in total?"

"Miss, this is the amount for four servings of wontons. Just give me six cents!" The vendor said as he deftly put the wontons into the pot, not forgetting to grab two handfuls of coriander and add a few drops of sesame oil.

Jiang Shiyuan didn't waste any words and directly handed over two dollars, saying generously: "Boss, you don't have to give me the change. The rest is your hard work fee!"

"Oh, miss, you are really a living god of wealth, thank you so much!" The vendor took the money and handed the pot to her with many thanks.

Jiang Shiyuan returned to the room carrying the steaming pot. Old Huang had already pulled out two chairs, laid out the tableware, and sat down at the small wooden table.

The two of them couldn't wait to put the steaming wontons into white porcelain bowls and then devoured them together.

“Hoohoo… hot, hot, hot…”

Jiang Shiyuan was so burned by the wontons that he stuck out his tongue, but he was reluctant to put down the spoon. He continued to stuff the wontons into his mouth while exhaling.

Lao Huang was also suffocating from the burns, and then both of them laughed at each other's embarrassing looks.

On such a thrilling night, because of a person they cared about in common and because of eating the same pot of fragrant wontons for midnight snack face to face, their relationship inexplicably became closer and more intimate than when they were carrying out the Military Control Commission mission together before.

Maybe this is the magic of homosexuality.

Although the taste was not as good as that made by the food street owner, they still ate until their stomachs were full.

Jiang Shiyuan put down the bowl and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Then she licked her lips with satisfaction, pointing at the many wontons left in the pot, "Old Huang, eat more, have another bowl!"

Old Huang waved his hands and burped, "No, no, if I eat any more, my stomach will explode."

"Then keep all of this for Boss Fang. When he wakes up, you can heat it up in the kitchen outside and he can eat it!"

Jiang Shiyuan said this and immediately closed the lid of the pot, as if he was afraid that Lao Huang would go back on his word.

She walked to the bed and reached out to touch Fang Lansheng's forehead. Fortunately, it was not as hot as before.

"It seems that his health is gradually improving..." Jiang Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Huang also came over and looked at Fang Lansheng, whose face had regained some color. He nodded and said, "Well, it's all thanks to you, Miss Jiang. Your medical skills are amazing!"

"It's just a piece of cake." Jiang Shiyuan smiled faintly, but he was secretly glad in his heart that the original owner was a surgeon, who could really come in handy at the critical moment.

"By the way, Miss Jiang, it's getting late. How about you stay here for the night?" Old Huang suddenly suggested.

"Ah? This..." Jiang Shiyuan was stunned for a moment and felt a little hesitant. After all, it was not very convenient for a man and a woman to be alone.

"You can see that Boss Fang is inseparable from others right now. I definitely can't drive you back..."

"And if anything new happens to him in the middle of the night, I won't be able to handle it..."

Old Huang continued to explain, "Don't worry, I can just sleep on the floor here. I don't snore at night and I definitely won't disturb your rest."

Jiang Shiyuan looked at Fang Lansheng who was sleeping on the bed, then looked at Old Huang who looked sincere, and finally nodded, "Okay, then I'll trouble you."

"It's no trouble, no trouble. I can't thank you enough for staying and helping you!" Old Huang said happily.

Jiang Shiyuan lay on the inner side of the bed against the wall with his clothes on, covered with the quilt that Lao Huang had just brought.

Old Huang spread a mattress on the ground, covered himself with a thick coat, and spent the night like this.

The room became quiet, with only the occasional barking of dogs coming from outside the window.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of Lao Huang's snoring could be heard in the quiet room, mixed with the even breathing of Fang Lansheng beside him.

His snoring was as loud as thunder, making Jiang Shiyuan's eardrums buzz.

Logically speaking, it should be difficult for her to fall asleep under such circumstances.

But strangely, instead of feeling disgusted, she felt an inexplicable sense of security.

It was like returning to the real world and hearing the familiar snoring of my father.

Perhaps this is the source of the sense of security.

Jiang Shiyuan lay on his side, and carefully observed Fang Lansheng's sleeping face in the soft moonlight shining in from the window.

His brows were slightly furrowed, probably because of the pain in his body.

His skin texture is very good and his naturally handsome facial features are better than those of women.

Every look he took on the stage was graceful and elegant, and his clear and soulful singing voice was definitely an example of someone who was blessed by God.

The famous Peking Opera actor Fang Lansheng in this parallel world of the drama should be comparable to the master Mei Lanfang of the same period in history.

After retrieving the original owner's memory, Jiang Shiyuan realized that in her lonely and arrogant heart, she did admire Fang Lan Sheng.

They first met at a welcoming banquet held at Jiang Mansion to welcome Jiang Shiyuan back from studying abroad.

Influenced by his father, Marshal Jiang, who was a fan of opera since childhood, the original owner also loved listening to opera.

She has a very high appreciation for drama, and ordinary roles are definitely not in her eyes.

That evening, Fang Lansheng, as a special guest, performed a piece of "The Unicorn Bag" at Jiang Mansion.

Although she was not wearing any makeup or costume, her every smile, gesture and movement were full of classical charm and spirituality, which deeply attracted the original owner's attention.

From then on, the original owner became a loyal fan of Fang Lansheng and often went to various theaters to support him.

There was a rumor that the second daughter of the Jiang family had taken a fancy to the famous Peking Opera actress Fang Lansheng and wanted to take her for herself.

So, today, there is this bloody drama of "no marriage, no funeral" in Tianchan Theater.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but feel emotional.

The day she traveled through time could be described as thrilling, and even now she still feels a sense of unreality and magic.

Forced marriage farce, heart bypass surgery, rooftop investigation, extreme rescue, bullet removal surgery, this series of thrilling events are all concentrated on the same day.

If this were made into a movie, the box office would probably exceed 100 million, right?

Jiang Shiyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes, and forced himself not to think about those messy things.

It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.

Since you have come to this world, live actively and hard.

For herself and for those who truly care about her.

And also to bring some important changes to this world.