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

After Jiang Shiyuan applied the scar-removing cream to Chen Qingyan and they changed into new silk bedding together, they returned to the living room chatting and laughing.

At this time, Fang Lansheng had processed all the ingredients and placed them neatly on the cooking table. His knife skills were so exquisite that they were breathtaking.

"Boss Fang, you're so fast!" Chen Qingyan couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the table full of cooked ingredients.

Fang Lansheng just smiled faintly when he heard this.

"These are just some easy-to-handle home-cooked ingredients. Miss Jiang is the real chef tonight. Let's just wait and enjoy the feast!"

"Well, today I'll let you taste the cooking skills of my little Chinese chef!" Jiang Shiyuan said, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Ayuan, let me help you!" Seeing this, Chen Jing'an hurriedly followed.

"Chen Jing'an, didn't you always say 'A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen'? Why are you volunteering to go to the kitchen now?"

Chen Qingyan looked at his brother's attentive appearance and couldn't help but joke.

"Chen Qingyan, I'll die if you don't make fun of me. I just want to learn a few more tricks from Ayuan so that I can have a chance to show off my cooking skills in the future!"

As Chen Jingan spoke, he winked at Jiang Shiyuan in a flattering manner.

Jiang Shiyuan was amused by his silly look, "Okay, then come and help me, but you have to listen to my instructions and don't make things worse!"

"Don't worry, Ayuan, I promise to be obedient and never cause you any trouble!" Chen Jing'an patted his chest and promised solemnly.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

Although Chen Jing'an was full of enthusiasm, he was, after all, a young master who had never done housework and knew nothing about things in the kitchen.

"Brother Jing, I need sugar!" Jiang Shiyuan said while stir-frying the pork ribs in the pot.

"Okay!" Chen Jingan quickly picked up the seasoning jar beside him and handed it over.

Jiang Shiyuan took the seasoning jar, opened it and was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Oh, my Master Chen, this is salt, not sugar!"

"Ah? Salt? Sugar? These...aren't they all the same white? How can I tell them apart?" Chen Jing'an said innocently.

Jiang Shiyuan shook his head helplessly and had to patiently teach him how to distinguish between salt and sugar.

"You see, salt has finer particles and is whiter in color, while sugar has coarser particles and is slightly yellower in color."

"Oh, so that's how it is. I'll remember it!" Chen Jing'an nodded, not quite understanding.

But after a while, he started making mistakes again.

"Brother Jing, I need soy sauce."

"Okay!" Chen Jing'an learned his lesson this time. Before picking up the seasoning, he looked at it carefully. "This is soy sauce, right?"

"Yes, that's right, that's it!" Jiang Shiyuan nodded with a smile and gave him a thumbs up.

Chen Jingan proudly handed over the soy sauce and even helped her open it.

As a result, he used too much force and the cap of the soy sauce bottle broke open, and a small piece of soy sauce splashed onto Jiang Shiyuan.

"Ah!" Jiang Shiyuan exclaimed, and saw a glaring soy sauce stain on the left sleeve of his snow-white shirt.

"It's over, I'm in trouble!" Seeing this, Chen Jing'an immediately tried to help her wipe it in a panic.

Jiang Shiyuan quickly stopped him and sighed helplessly, "Hey, stop moving! The more you help, the more trouble you're making!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ayuan, I didn't mean it..."

Chen Jing'an's face was filled with guilt, and he felt that he was really incompatible with the kitchen.

"Chen Jing'an, listen to my command, turn around, and start walking! One, two, one! One, two, one!"

So Chen Jing'an subconsciously followed Jiang Shiyuan's commands, marched in step involuntarily, turned around and left the kitchen.

Then there was a "bang" sound, and Jiang Shiyuan immediately closed the small wooden door of the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew, I can finally cook in peace!"

Chen Jingan who was locked outside the kitchen: ???

Hmm? What's going on?

The clanging sounds in the kitchen created a lively symphony of pots and pans.

Chen Jing'an stood outside the kitchen with a confused look on his face, just like a big golden retriever who was kicked out by his owner for being too capable of destroying the house and was left to reflect on his mistakes.

In the living room, Fang Lansheng looked at the funny scene in front of the kitchen and couldn't help laughing, "It seems that Miss Jiang is disgusted with the second young master Chen for making things worse!"

Chen Qingyan also smiled and shook his head. "My little brother has been spoiled since he was a child. He has never been in the kitchen. It would be strange if he didn't cause trouble for Ayuan!"

"You can't say that, Miss Chen. He has good intentions. People need to grow up slowly."

As Fang Lansheng spoke, he looked at Chen Jingan who was scratching the kitchen door relentlessly, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Then, he quite gentlemanly pushed a cup of brewed West Lake Longjing tea in front of Chen Qingyan, and the living room was immediately filled with the aroma of tea.

"Miss Chen, please have some tea."

Chen Qingyan took the teacup with both hands, sniffed it gently, and exclaimed: "Good tea!"

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you yet, who is Mr. Fang's master?"

Fang Lansheng smiled slightly, his eyes flickering as he said meaningfully, "My master's surname is Mei, his given name is Lan, and his courtesy name is Heming."

Chen Qingyan was startled, but he picked up the teacup calmly, took a sip, and said slowly, "So you are Master Mei's disciple. I am so sorry!"

"Miss Chen, you are too kind. I only know the basics and am far from my master!" Fang Lansheng spoke modestly, but his eyes became brighter.

"Boss Fang is too modest. The Mei style of singing is unique and has long been famous both at home and abroad."

"To be able to receive the true teachings of Master Mei, how can it be summarized by the four words 'having a basic understanding'?" Chen Qingyan continued to probe calmly.

Fang Lansheng put down the teacup, looked at Chen Qingyan with burning eyes, and said in a low voice: "'My strength is as great as that of a mountain and my spirit is as great as that of the world, but the time is not right and my horse will not move'. I wonder if Miss Chen feels the same way about this poem?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Qingyan stood up suddenly, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"'What can I do if Zhui doesn't go away? What can I do if Yu Xi, Yu Xi, goes away?' Boss Fang is indeed a fellow traveler!"

The two of them seemed to be chatting and laughing just now, but in fact they were testing each other with secret codes.

Since Jiang Shiyuan had prepared for both of them in advance, they took advantage of the warm-up party in the International Apartment to successfully recognize each other.

"Comrade Peach Blossom Fan!"

"Comrade Yi Shuihan!"

In their hearts, these two code names have long been more than just simple names, but also faith, hope, and revolutionary friendship of life and death!

"Ms. Chen, it was thanks to you that you warned me in time that night, otherwise..."

Fang Lansheng still feels a little scared when he recalls the night when he assassinated Inoue Nichiaki and then was plotted against by the Military Control Commission.

"Boss Fang, your words are too polite. You and I are both fighting for the same goal. Why should I thank you?"

Chen Qingyan's tone was firm and his eyes were filled with infinite loyalty to the revolutionary cause.

"What a great 'why don't you need to thank me'! Miss Chen is so kind, I admire her!"

Fang Lansheng raised the teacup and took a big gulp, full of heroic spirit.

"Cheers to our common ideals and beliefs!" Chen Qingyan also raised his teacup and clinked it with his.

The crisp sound seemed to ring the bell heralding the victory of the revolution.

Outside the window, the moon is bright in the sky and the night is deep.

But at this moment, a spark of hope was burning in the hearts of both of them.

They are all torchbearers in this turbulent time of the Republic of China. Only by tearing apart the darkness and burning their lives as lamps can they illuminate the road to victory.