"It’s about that Little Niu who pushed into the river last ti. Is it true that you talked to the village chief about their family moving out of the village?" Gu Nian tentatively asked.
Nan Jin Yu looked at her and nodded lightly, "I asked Wuxin to say a few words at the village chief’s house. Why? Do you think I’m ddling?"
"Of course not." Gu Nian quickly denied, "Brother Nan is helping , how could that be ddling?"
Moreover, if they hadn’t been forced out of the village, they wouldn’t have been punished for their mistakes and could potentially beco more arrogant in the future.
This way, letting them experience so hardship also serves as a lesson.
"As long as it’s not." Nan Jin Yu turned his wheelchair and headed outside.
Gu Nian watched his back thoughtfully.
Nan Jin Yu, this person, seed noble and elegant, and even his occasional smile exuded a sense of aloof detachnt.
Yet, for her, he was always accommodating.
Although Gu Nian always believed he had so ulterior motive, she couldn’t deny that so far, she was the one benefiting, while he never asked anything in return.
Even the matter with Little Niu was done in secret. If their family hadn’t caused trouble when they couldn’t stay outside any longer, she might never have known he was the one helping her behind the scenes.
The roast duck from Jufu Restaurant truly lived up to its reputation as the most famous in town. The duck was sliced into pieces, tasting rich but not greasy, with crispy skin and tender at.
Gu Nian watched Nan Jin Yu eat elegantly and asked expectantly, "Is it good?"
"Try it for yourself." Nan Jin Yu raised an eyebrow.
Gu Nian obediently picked up a piece with her chopsticks and placed it in her mouth, instantly squinting her eyes in happiness.
The texture was quite good, crispy on the outside and tender inside. In this era without ovens, making roast duck really tested one’s control over the heat.
If there was a shortcoming, it was that the seasoning didn’t penetrate deeply enough, indicating a lack of spices.
"It’s delicious," Gu Nian said.
To Gu Nian, although it couldn’t compare to her own cooking, it was worlds apart from what she usually ate.
Nan Jin Yu, however, put down his chopsticks and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, "Not as good as your mud-baked chicken, bamboo tube milk tea, and braised pork."
Gu Nian’s mouth twitched, "That’s not mud-baked chicken, it’s beggar’s chicken!"
Still, being praised for her cooking, Gu Nian couldn’t help but feel a little proud.
Her cooking was only for her family and Nan Jin Yu.
Her family rarely had at, so naturally, anything tasted good to them.
Nan Jin Yu did have high standards for food, but he always maintained a calm deanor, as if nothing interested him.
Even while eating, he never repeatedly picked the sa dish.
It was this behavior that led her to mistakenly believe her culinary skills were ordinary in this world.
Wuxin, who was standing by, suddenly asked, "Why is it called beggar’s chicken?"
"Of course, it’s because the first person who made this kind of chicken was a beggar. But later, as it beca well-known, it was continuously improved, leading to the current thod. You can even stuff various foods into the chicken’s belly, like last ti when I stuffed it with rice and mushrooms, which had the fresh aroma of rice and the flavor of chicken." As she spoke, Gu Nian looked at Nan Jin Yu and said, "So Brother Nan likes to eat this. Seeing you eat it with such a poker face, I thought my cooking was just average. Since you like it, I’ll make it for you again next ti!"
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