Chapter 229: Chapter 229: Successful Developnt of Spicy Soup
Zhou Ying’s expression grew increasingly stern as she nodded and bid them farewell.
President Duan didn’t seem like a man who would be confused by a woman. Could it be true, as the young girl said, that there’s sothing wrong with the land in the eastern part of Haicheng? Is there really a dead body there? Would one lose money by purchasing it?
Or is this President Duan’s tactic?
For a mont, Zhou Ying was undecided.
At the entrance of Juxian Pavilion, Bai Chuwei poked Duan Feihan’s arm and scoffed lightly, “Hanhan, you’re really good at deceiving people. Whatever I say goes, right?”
You wouldn’t be a little brother even if you were asked to.
As Duan Feihan’s fingers caressed the silk string on his left wrist and knew Bai Chuwei was about to ntion little brother again, he changed the subject, “Next Sunday is my third brother’s wedding with Tong Yunrou. An invitation has been sent to the Bai Family, will you co?”
Bai Chuwei shook her head, “No, at most I’ll just send a gift.”
If she attended the ceremony, wouldn’t Tong Yunrou be scared to death?
Tong Yunrou might not be afraid of anyone, except Bai Chu ruining things.
However, she has been working on Spicy Soup recently; I wonder if it can be developed before the wedding.
If all goes well, then that Spicy Soup would be Duan Xiuqi’s wedding present.
Duan Feihan looked at Bai Chuwei’s immaculate, flawless face and felt it was best for her not to attend the wedding.
“Do you have other arrangents that day?”
Duan Feihan suddenly rembered Bai Chuwei going to et Cao Jinhai earlier. It seed that she had told Cao Jinhai before to learn the recipe in twenty days and cook a table of dishes…
Bai Chuwei nodded as a matter of course, “That’s right, it’s the death anniversary. I worship every year.”
This habit had persisted for more than five thousand years.
Suddenly, Bai Chuwei snapped her fingers in the night sky, “Speaking of which, would you like to try the Peach Blossom Elixir I brewed, Hanhan?”
Peach Blossom Elixir…
Duan Feihan imdiately thought of the pitiful peach trees in his Nancheng estate that a certain “little thief” had stripped bare.
Brewing wine and holding morial ceremonies for other n with his plucked peach trees…
Duan Feihan replied indifferently, “I’m not interested.”
Bai Chuwei felt sowhat disheartened upon hearing this and looked at Duan Feihan’s retreating figure, “Actually, the Peach Blossom Elixir tastes very good. The peach trees in your estate are well-cultivated, and the flavor brewed from their petals is even more delicious.”
A vein on Duan Feihan’s forehead throbbed suddenly, and he left behind four words: “I’ll take you ho.”
*
While the entire Haicheng was bustling with people making bets on whether Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou’s wedding would happen, the long-awaited Sunday finally arrived.
Bai Yinyin left early before dawn to accompany the bride, and Bai Guofu also changed into a more presentable suit ready to attend the wedding.
Bai Hongguang, standing aside, looked eagerly at Bai Chuwei, “Chuwei, aren’t you going? Actually, you’re a mber of the Bai Family, and nobody would dare gossip if you went with your grandfather. Why don’t you go?”
Bai Chuwei looked at Bai Hongguang with deep aning, “You seem very eager for to go. Nobody’s ho?”
Bai Hongguang’s face turned awkward imdiately, and he said sternly, “How do you speak to like that? Am I not just trying to get you out into high society to see more of the world?”
Bai Chuwei smiled faintly, “Don’t worry. I’m going out soon, and I don’t plan to co ho at all today.”
Today was Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou’s wedding, which coincidentally also marked the five-thousand four-hundred and twentieth-death anniversary of that person.
Bai Chuwei looked at the overcast sky outside and silently went upstairs.
As soon as she entered, Xue Qiu pounced on her, ‘Old Ancestor, the Spicy Soup you were boiling on the stove seems to be ready. Are you going to send it to Duan Xiuqi?’
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