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

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the clock in the lobby of the Credit Agricole Corporate and Investment Bank and found that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

She remembered that she still had to prepare dinner for the evening, so she hurried out of the bank, hailed a rickshaw, and headed straight for the Daxin Department Store on Nanjing Road.

Arriving at Daxin Department Store, Jiang Shiyuan went up to the second floor with ease and headed straight for the kitchen supplies area.

"Miss, what do you need to buy?" A well-trained young salesperson came up to me enthusiastically.

"Let me take a look at the cups, plates, bowls, knives and pots." Jiang Shiyuan smiled and said softly.

She carefully selected a set of blue and white porcelain tableware, which was simple and elegant, and very much in line with her own aesthetic.

"Hello, please help me wrap this set of tableware!"

Then she picked out a light and handy kitchen knife, a wok of the right size and a soup pot.

They are all imported from Hans, they are fashionable, beautiful, strong and durable.

"Miss, you have a good eye. These are the best-selling items in our store!"

The salesperson praised as he packed the goods.

Jiang Shiyuan paid the money, walked out of Daxin Department Store carrying his bags, and took a rickshaw back to Wanguo Apartment.

After arriving home, she carefully washed the newly bought kitchen utensils and placed them neatly on the counter.

Looking at the newly renovated kitchen, she smiled with satisfaction, her eyes curved.

"It's done, now it's time to go buy some ingredients!"

Jiang Shiyuan went out again and walked to the nearby vegetable market.

The vegetable market is bustling with people, and the dazzling array of fresh vegetables, meats and seafood is overwhelming.

Jiang Shiyuan first bought a fresh sea bass and two pounds of pork ribs, preparing to make a steamed sea bass and a dish of sweet and sour spare ribs.

Then I bought some fresh vegetables, including rapeseed, braised tofu and shiitake mushrooms, and prepared to make another dish of mapo tofu and another dish of rapeseed with shiitake mushrooms.

Finally, she also bought some common cooking seasonings, as well as onions, ginger, garlic and coriander.

After returning to the apartment with a basket full of ingredients, Jiang Shiyuan went straight into the kitchen and started preparing the food.

She planned to show off her superb cooking skills to Fang Lansheng and Chen Qingyan's siblings tonight.

If they asked her when she learned to cook, she would say that she was not used to Western food when she was in the United States, and then she naturally developed her cooking skills.

Jiang Shiyuan muttered to himself while placing the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

"Oh, tonight is the first time the main characters of the original play 'The Lantern Bearer' have dinner together!"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and began to hum the brainwashing song "Wumeng Mountain is connected to mountains beyond mountains, and the moonlight shines on Xiangshui Beach."

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang suddenly, interrupting Jiang Shiyuan's wandering thoughts.

"Who is it?" She put down the dishes in her hands, walked to the door curiously and looked out through the peephole.

I saw a young man in a moon-white silk gown, holding a pot of plants full of pink flowers in his hands.

He was standing outside the door with a tall and graceful figure, a gentle smile on his lips.

The man was none other than Fang Lansheng.

Jiang Shiyuan was delighted and quickly opened the door.

"Boss Fang, why are you here so early?"

Fang Lansheng smiled slightly and raised the flowerpot in his hand.

"Miss Jiang is moving to a new house today, so naturally I have to come early to help you warm up together!"

"Boss Fang, please come in, please come in!" Jiang Shiyuan quickly stepped aside and welcomed him in.

"This flower..." Jiang Shiyuan's eyes fell on the pot of flowers and asked curiously.

"This is a Phalaenopsis orchid, which symbolizes happiness and contentment." Fang Lansheng explained with a smile: "It's a home-warming gift for you. I hope you like it!"

"I like it, of course I like it!" Jiang Shiyuan took the flower pot and admired it lovingly, "Thank you, Boss Fang!"

"You're welcome!" Fang Lansheng looked around and exclaimed, "Miss Jiang's room is decorated very warmly and pleasantly."

"Well, I'm just doing it casually." Jiang Shiyuan said, placing the Phalaenopsis solemnly on the coffee table in the living room.

"By the way, please sit for a while. Two of my good friends will be here soon. I have to get back to my work!" Jiang Shiyuan pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Fang Lansheng smiled brightly, "So many ingredients have been prepared. It looks like we're in for a treat tonight!"

His eyes fell on the ingredients being processed on the cooking table, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I just didn't expect that Miss Jiang, a young lady who has never done housework, can actually cook?"

"Well, I learned all these when I was studying abroad!" Jiang Shiyuan smiled mysteriously.

"Oh? Then I'm going to taste Miss Jiang's cooking tonight!"

"No problem! But I may be a little overwhelmed by myself. If it's convenient for you, why don't you give me a hand?"

"My pleasure!" Fang Lansheng tied on an apron very skillfully, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sleek arms, and handled the sea bass skillfully.

Seeing that he looked very professional, Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but joked, "I didn't realize that Boss Fang is also an expert in cooking!"

"I know a little, a little." Fang Lansheng said modestly, with a smug smile on his lips.

The two smiled at each other and began to work side by side in the kitchen.

For a moment, the originally quiet little apartment was filled with the sounds of chopping vegetables, flowing water, and laughter, which were quite lively.

After cleaning and marinating the fresh sea bass, Fang Lansheng began to sit on a small stool and pick coriander.

As he pinched off the cilantro stems, he casually said, "By the way, Miss Jiang, I still remember going to your house last fall to attend your homecoming reception."

"You got furious because I sprinkled some shredded coriander on the steamed mandarin fish and fired the chef immediately."

"I guess Miss Jiang hated coriander very much at that time."

"But why is it that after half a year, you seem to have a special liking for coriander now?"

Jiang Shiyuan, who was cutting braised tofu, looked slightly changed when he heard this and almost cut his finger.

Oh no, she actually overlooked the original owner's eating habit of extremely hating coriander!

Jiang Shiyuan's brain was working rapidly, and then he put down the kitchen knife, turned around, smiled at Lan Sheng, and began to enter the acting mode.

"It's hard for Boss Fang to remember this little habit of mine..."

"In fact, my previous aversion to coriander was not due to my natural aversion, but rather stemmed from my emotional attachment to my mother's early death."

"I still remember that my mother loved to eat coriander when she was alive, and she often put coriander in her cooking."

"To me, the taste of coriander represents, to a large extent, the taste of maternal love."

Speaking of this, Jiang Shiyuan's eyes turned red and his voice was slightly choked.

"So since my mother passed away when I was ten years old, I have never touched coriander again, and I even developed a physical aversion to it."

"It was not until the beginning of this year that I accidentally found a touching letter she left for me in my mother's small study."

"I gradually let go of the knot in my heart over my mother's early death, and then I used eating coriander to relieve my longing for her..."

Fang Lansheng was so absorbed in listening that he stopped picking coriander without realizing it, and even began to miss his mother.

At this moment, he felt that he was really damned. He actually doubted Jiang Shiyuan's transformation because of this small detail.

"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang, I mentioned your sad story again..."

Jiang Shiyuan gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and burst into laughter.

"In fact, death is not the end of her life, but oblivion is!"

"So we don't need to avoid talking about the deceased. Instead, we should integrate our love and thoughts for them into our daily lives."

"My mother is the best mother in the world. She is my role model in life and I am proud of her!"