The villain and the powerful official secretly read the diary and broke my plot every day

Gu Yanqing was not lying. Uncle Ping's cooking skills were indeed comparable to those of the famous chefs in Beijing. At least, in Jiang Jiang's opinion, Uncle Ping's cooking skills were slightly better than those of the chefs in Mingyue Tower.

Because today, Uncle Ping also made an eight-treasure duck.

"I heard from A Chong that Miss Jiang, you like this dish." Uncle Ping looked at Jiang Jiang with a smile.

"Ah."

Jiang Jiang nodded, took a bite of the duck, and immediately squinted his eyes, praising: "Uncle Ping, your cooking skills are better than the chef at Mingyue Tower. It's so delicious."

"I'm glad you like it. I'll make more for you in the future." Uncle Ping seemed particularly happy to hear Jiang Jiang's praise.

"Well, at my age, I have a small appetite and I get full after eating a little. You and A Chong eat slowly. I'll go to the kitchen to see if the soup is ready." Uncle Ping said as he stood up and left the table.

"this is for you."

After Uncle Ping left, Gu Yanqing took out a small bottle from somewhere. It was a small bottle of orange wine.

"Eh?"

Jiang Jiang was startled: "Don't you not drink?"

"I bought it for you."

Gu Yanqing remembered that Jiang Jiang liked this orange wine very much. Hmm... the taste of orange was indeed very sweet.

"You are still the most considerate to me."

Jiang Jiang tilted her head and smiled brightly at Gu Yanqing, then took the small bottle of wine from his hand, opened the cork, and poured herself a small glass.

The orange-yellow color seemed to glow with a faint golden light under the candlelight.

"You really don't want to drink?" Jiang Jiang shook the wine glass and asked Gu Yanqing again.

Before, Jiang Jiang didn’t know his identity and just thought that he was in poor health and really couldn’t drink.

But, he is Gu Yanqing!

He is so good at martial arts and in good health. Doesn’t he drink at the court banquets on weekdays?

Jiang Jiang was really curious.

"Actually, I can drink a little, but..."

Gu Yanqing looked at the glass of wine in Jiang Jiang's hand, and finally shook his head: "With my body, I will be drunk after drinking even a little bit, and it will not end well."

"Oh. So you can act crazy when drunk." Jiang Jiang teased.

After hearing Jiang Jiang's words, Gu Yanqing's eyes flickered, and then he responded softly: "Well, just think of me...as someone who is drunk and crazy."

"Tsk tsk, your drinking habits are terrible." Jiang Jiang curled her lips, then took a sip of wine by herself, and the two of them changed the subject.

"Do you think the price of cotton will continue to rise?" Jiang Jiang asked Gu Yanqing tentatively.

"The current price is already at its peak. If it's too high, no one will buy it. However, this is enough." Gu Yanqing's smile was particularly bright, as if he had thought of something good.

"Hey."

Jiang Jiang took the opportunity to move closer to Gu Yanqing, with the aroma of wine that had a strong orange flavor.

"Uncle Ping is so rich, tell me the truth, did you two... also secretly harvest cotton?" Jiang Jiang's question was sharp, but her eyes were extremely sincere.

Gu Yanqing didn't lie and nodded.

"Sure enough, no wonder you look down on my share." Jiang Jiang had the expression I had expected.

At this moment, her heart gradually calmed down.

This Gu Yanqing really has a backup plan.

"Then you will get rich this time?" Jiang Jiang's voice sounded in Gu Yanqing's ears again.

Get rich?

That’s secondary. This time, Gu Yanqing will make the Meng family pay all the compensation.

"You should be richer than me now, right?" Jiang Jiang took another sip of wine and looked at her with a drunken look in his eyes. Gu Yanqing was about to say something when she heard Jiang Jiang continue, "But at least you followed me."

Gu Yanqing: ...

Isn't this a bit ambiguous?

"The cotton thing is all thanks to you. I can't just give you nothing. Wouldn't that make me look stingy? If you don't want money, I can give you something else."

Jiang Jiang said as she gave Gu Yanqing a mysterious smile: "Come here, I'll tell you a secret."

secret?

Gu Yanqing hesitated and leaned towards Jiang Jiang. Jiang Jiang pulled Gu Yanqing's sleeve, leaned over, and whispered in his ear, "When I came here today, I brought a book box with me. It's behind the counter of the bookstore in front. It was given to me by an old immortal who lived in seclusion in the mountains. Don't you love reading? I gave all those books to you. You must study hard and make good use of them, understand!"

A box of books?

Still an old god?

Gu Yanqing felt that Jiang Jiang’s lies were even more outrageous than his own, but Gu Yanqing never intended to expose her.

"Okay, thank you."

Gu Yanqing nodded.

"You're welcome what?"

Jiang Jiang grabbed Gu Yanqing's sleeve with a little force, as if she was a little drunk. She lowered her eyes and suddenly said, "I don't need you to thank me. I just want you to... remember how good I was to you. You must remember it, understand?"

Next time you go crazy, don't bother me.

Remember how good I was to you, Gu Xiang!

Jiang Jiang's voice was particularly solemn.

Gu Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

He will remember it.

"Be good." Jiang Jiang subconsciously raised her hand to touch his head, and instantly remembered that the person next to her was Gu Yanqing, not Li Pingan.

amount.

"I... I'm drunk." Jiang Jiang tilted her head, pretending to be drunk, and fell on Gu Yanqing's shoulder.

Isn't this drunk a bit abrupt?

**

When Uncle Ping came in with the bowl of soup, he saw Jiang Jiangzui lying next to Gu Yanqing, leaning quietly on his shoulder with his eyes closed.

Hearing Uncle Ping's footsteps, Gu Yanqing made a gesture to him to keep quiet.

Uncle Ping understood immediately, gently put down the soup bowl, and left quietly.

Gu Yanqing didn't move at all, letting Jiang Jiang lean on his shoulder. He kept the same posture.

He could bear it, but Jiang Jiang couldn't.

No, I'm pretending to be drunk. Shouldn't you carry me away? Or wake me up? Or even carry me on your back?

What do you mean by letting me lean on you without moving?

Although it was quite comfortable to lean on Gu Yanqing's shoulder, Jiang Jiang felt pain in her neck after a long time, which was not good for her cervical spine.

He... couldn't have done it on purpose, right?

Jiang Jiang couldn't understand Gu Yanqing's intention for a moment. The psychological game was too difficult.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Jiang Jiang couldn't help it any longer, so he slowly opened his eyes and said drunkenly, "I...why did I fall asleep?"

As she spoke, she straightened up and rubbed her neck calmly.

"You were drunk, I didn't dare disturb you." Under the candlelight, Gu Yanqing's voice was sincere and his eyes were clear.

Jiang Jiang: Haha, I don’t believe you at all.

"No, I'm sorry."

Jiang Jiang stood up, swaying for a moment, but quickly regained her composure. "I'm not a good drinker, sorry to have embarrassed you. It's getting late, I have to go back."

Having said that, Jiang Jiang walked out with hurried steps.

"I send you."

Gu Yanqing stood up and walked Jiang Jiang out the door.

"The cold wind has soothed most of my drunkenness." Jiang Jiang stood at the door and waved at Gu Yanqing: "Go back, don't forget to take the box of books I gave you. I'm leaving!" As he spoke, without waiting for Gu Yanqing's answer, Jiang Jiang turned around quickly and strode away.