Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Rong Zhi looked down at him condescendingly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Uncle Xiao, why don't you invite me in to sit down?"

Xiao Sheng took a deep breath, and the muscles on his face contracted twice. "Second Young Master, this shabby courtyard is really not convenient for receiving you. If you have something to talk to me about, I can go talk to you somewhere else."

Rong Zhi gave a faint smile and said jokingly, "Could there be some treasure hidden in Xiao Sheng's yard?"

Xiao Sheng looked flustered, his voice trembling, "What treasures can there be in this shabby yard of mine? Second Young Master, you're looking for me..."

Rong Zhi didn't wait for him to finish and walked in directly.

The man in black followed closely behind.

"Second Young Master..." Xiao Sheng panicked and tried to stop him.

The man in black pulled him away and said, "As long as the Second Master wants to enter a place, no one can stop him."

Xiao Sheng trembled.

The man in black turned around and slammed the gate shut.

Rong Zhi walked into the courtyard and stared at the apricot tree for a few seconds. Then he looked away and looked around the entire courtyard.

Compared with the wall and the gate, the three large tiled houses plus a small ear room look pretty good.

The yard is also very clean.

Rong Zhi noticed that there was smoke rising from the ear room, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He walked straight towards the ear room.

Xiao Sheng was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and his steps even began to stagger.

With a creak, Rong Zhi pushed open the door of the ear room.

The small, clean and tidy kitchen had all the necessary cooking utensils. On the smokeless stove, pig's feet were stewing.

Waves of fragrance passed through Rongzhi's nostrils.

The corners of his lips curled up as he said to Xiao Sheng who was walking to the door, "Uncle Xiao, your cooking skills are pretty good."

Xiao Sheng held onto the door frame with his right hand, trembling with fear, "Second Young Master, you're joking."

Rong Zhi's eyes suddenly tightened, and he said in a more serious tone, "Uncle Xiao, remember to turn off the fire when you go out, otherwise it will be very dangerous."

Xiao Sheng took a deep breath, clenched his fingers, ran over with heavy steps, and raised his hand to put out the stove fire.

Rong Zhi stood where he was and looked around.

On the table, several washed and cut vegetables were neatly placed on the plates. Even the small ingredients such as green onions, ginger and garlic were chopped.

Rong Zhi let out a sardonic smile, "Uncle Xiao, you're living a good life, preparing so many dishes by yourself."

Xiao Sheng's body trembled, and then he knocked over a salt shaker next to the stove.

With a crisp sound, the white porcelain jar broke into pieces in an instant, and the full jar of salt spilled all over the floor.

Xiao Sheng subconsciously squatted down and prepared to clean up.

The man in black stepped forward and pulled him away.

Those broken pieces of porcelain could also become murder weapons.

Then the man in black took a white rag and wrapped all the fragments in it.

Rong Zhi's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his eyes were cold and stern.

Xiao Sheng watched and shuddered. He swallowed hard, his breathing heavy and groggy. It felt like a huge rock was blocking his chest, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. "Second Young Master, what did you find?"

Rong Zhi glanced at the wooden door leading from the side room to the main house, his expression stern. "Do you want to call the person inside, or should I?"

“…” Xiao Sheng widened his eyes and was speechless for a moment.

The man in black walked up to him and warned him, "You'd better go and call them yourself. If the Second Master goes to invite them, who knows what might happen."

Xiao Sheng slowly raised his eyes and looked at Rong Zhi, his eyes full of fear.

Everything around seems to have become extremely strange. The familiar environment has become eerie and terrifying at this moment. Every shadow may hide unknown threats.

He tried to calm his inner panic with deep breaths, but every breath he took seemed to inhale more anxiety, making his heart beat faster and more chaotic.

The man in black added, "Second Master's methods are far superior to Bo Yuanshan's."

Xiao Sheng took two deep breaths, opened his mouth, and froze. His throat grew dry, and the sound of him swallowing was particularly harsh in the silence, as if even he could hear the fear echoing deep within him.

Rong Zhi snorted coldly and walked towards the main room.

Just as he was about to push the door open, Xiao Sheng suddenly said, "Second Young Master, wait a moment."

Rong Zhi paused for a moment, turned sideways, and said with a half-smile, "Uncle Xiao, please."

Xiao Sheng's pupils shrank, his heart pounded wildly, and the veins on his forehead bulged inch by inch. He took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, and walked over with heavy legs.

He stood in front of the door for a few seconds before pushing it open.

Rong Zhi winked at the man in black.

The man in black understood and retreated immediately.

Rong Zhi looked at the cut vegetables on the table, turned around and lit the stove again.

He took the wok over, waited for it to heat up, and then added oil to it.

A series of movements, like flowing water.

Except for salt, he added all the necessary seasonings.

A dish is served.

The man in black pushed two people in.

"Second Master, they actually want to run away."

Rong Zhi turned his back to him and did not look back. He turned on the faucet and began to wash the pot.

"them?"

The man in black's voice was filled with anger, "Second Master, look who she is?"

Rong Zhi placed the cleaned wok on the stove, tore off some kitchen paper, and turned around while wiping his hands.

In addition to Xiao Sheng, there was also a well-maintained middle-aged woman in sight.

She had fair skin, willow-shaped eyebrows, and phoenix eyes. Her figure was slightly plump. Her beauty was far superior to Ning Wanzhen's.

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing across his eyes, "Uncle Xiao, who is this?"

The man in black closed the door to the side room, lowered his head, and suppressed a smile. "Second Master is always like this. Sometimes he really likes to pretend."

Xiao Sheng only felt a buzzing in his head, his lips turned purple, and he couldn't say a word.

The middle-aged woman was calmer than him. She looked at Rong Zhi and smiled faintly, "You are Rong Zhi."

"Who are you?" Rong Zhi asked in surprise.

The middle-aged woman bit her lip, took a few steps towards him, and slowly said, "How could you find this place, but you don't even know who I am?"

She is worthy of being Bo Yuanshan’s woman. After sleeping together for a long time, their personalities have become somewhat similar.

Rong Zhi's pupils were dark, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "As expected of someone raised in the Bo family, his demeanor is different."

The middle-aged woman curled her lips slightly, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Weren't you also raised by the Bo family?"

Rong Zhi's expression was stern. "So, should I call you aunt or mother?"

When Xiao Sheng heard this, his expression froze and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

The middle-aged woman's chest rose and fell, and she said calmly, "I wasn't the one who raised you. I don't deserve to be called mother."

The air in the kitchen condensed instantly.

The aroma of the food was frozen.

Rong Zhi crumpled up the kitchen paper he had used to wipe his hands and threw it heavily into the trash can. His eyes darkened slightly as he said in a cold voice, "Big Brother and I are not blood relatives, but we are better than blood. I should call you what he calls you."