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The door opened slightly, and Meng Changfeng and Mo Changfeng stood side by side. Especially Meng Changfeng, his eyes always seemed to be looking for a figure somewhere in the courtyard. During this period, his curiosity and interest in Ran He grew day by day. Her superb medical skills and extraordinary cooking skills made this young man from the capital full of infinite reverie about Ran He's origins.

The aroma of roasted lamb immediately entangled Meng Changfeng's sense of smell. He came here on an empty stomach specifically for this purpose. At this moment, the protest of his stomach became stronger and stronger, and the feeling of hunger made him unconsciously quicken his pace.

"Please come in quickly."

Ran He gracefully turned sideways and led the two guests into his home with a smile.

Compared to Meng Changfeng's casualness, Mo Changfeng is gentle and elegant. He smiles and walks steadily, as if he can easily handle any occasion.

Wu Xu remained calm on the surface regarding the appearance of such distinguished guests in Ran He's home, but in fact, a barely perceptible surprise flashed in his eyes the moment he saw Cheng and Si.

Rumor has it that the young master of the Cheng family and Mo Changfeng quietly left the capital, and their whereabouts remain a mystery.

Now that they had met unexpectedly in the remote Fushan Village, Wu Xu's heart was filled with doubts: What was the purpose of their trip? Why were they so close to Ran He? Did they have any special intentions towards Ran He? A series of questions lingered in his mind, unable to dissipate for a long time.

In that world full of dangers, every accidental encounter may have hidden meaning, making those who are accustomed to surviving in adversity always highly alert to any coincidence.

Ran He, a country girl of ordinary origin, should have a life trajectory unrelated to the prosperity of the outside world. However, her appearance is intertwined with these guests of extraordinary origins, as if the hand of fate is cleverly arranging things behind the scenes, which makes people suspicious.

As soon as Meng Changfeng stepped into the house, his sharp eyes were deeply attracted by the golden roasted lamb with crispy skin on the table. He could almost imagine the tenderness and juiciness of the meat, and his inner desire was almost beyond words.

In sharp contrast was Mo Changfeng, whose deep eyes gently swept across the crowd and finally paused on Wu Xu. The curiosity and evaluation flashing in his eyes were like an undercurrent under still water, never showing its presence. He only greeted them with a nod so subtle that it was almost imperceptible, fully demonstrating his self-cultivation and reserve.

Upon seeing this, Ran He hurried forward and introduced the two parties in her soft but slightly distant tone: "This is the father of my children, and over there are my treasures."

She deliberately used the title "father of the child", subtly avoiding her closer relationship with Wu Xu, and her words revealed complex emotional entanglements.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yulou couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart. His eyes moved between Wu Xu and Ran He, and he thought to himself: How can such a young and talented man win the heart of a beautiful and refined woman like Ran He? It's really fate and destiny.

"Time flies, youth is fleeting, and your elegance makes me sigh that a person's appearance is the easiest to deceive people."

There was both admiration and envy in his words.

Ran He did not dwell on this topic too much, knowing that Meng Changfeng came for the delicious food, while Mo Changfeng was more like looking for a quiet time away from the hustle and bustle, so she quickly changed the subject and arranged the next reception.

"I will go to the kitchen to prepare your meal. You two may as well sit down and enjoy a cup of tea I specially prepared. The meal will be ready soon."

Her voice was gentle and sincere, and as she turned around, she had already made up her mind.

For these distinguished guests who grew up in wealthy families, ordinary country tea might not be to their liking. Therefore, Ran He specially took out the treasured premium Biluochun from her secret little warehouse.

Once the tea is brewed with boiling water, it exudes a refreshing aroma. The tea soup is clear and transparent, just like morning dew. The long aftertaste at first taste is enough to move even the most discerning tea drinkers.

Ran He did not forget to make full use of Meng Changfeng's enthusiasm for food and asked him to help prepare the mutton: "Brother Cheng, please bring the knife and help me slice the mutton. Also, arrange the lamb legs properly. I will almost finish the preparations here."

She knew in her heart that letting diners personally participate in the cooking process would often enhance the flavor of the food, and Meng Changfeng was no exception.

On the other side, Situ Haoze and Wu Xu sat opposite each other, their eyes collided inadvertently in the air, sparks flying.

Wu Xu always had a gentle smile on his face. He took the initiative to add tea for Situ Haoze. His calmness and easy-going attitude made people feel particularly comfortable.

"Please enjoy."

These three simple words are full of the host's enthusiasm and thoughtfulness.

The moment Situ Haoze tasted the tea, his eyes flickered slightly. The unique fragrance of the tea gave him an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

Wu Xu seemed to have an otherworldly aura, which was out of tune with the simplicity of Fushan Village. He secretly speculated that perhaps this was just a momentary illusion.

After tasting the cup again, he became more and more certain that such good tea was hard to find even in the Situ family. This undoubtedly deepened his curiosity and recognition of Ran He.

With the lingering fragrance of tea, Situ Haoze tried to uncover the mystery of Wu Xu: "May I ask if you are in a high position? Have we ever had the honor of meeting each other somewhere?"

Although he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, he was unable to capture it accurately and could only test it with ordinary polite words.

Wu Xu remained calm in the face of the question. His answer was indifferent, as if he had seen through the world: "If you care about me so much, I would be very lucky. But I am disabled and it is difficult for me to leave the village. I am sure that the person you are looking for in your memory is not me."

His answer was just right, neither denying nor exaggerating, because he knew very well that his true identity and past experiences were a carefully planned fog.

Upon hearing this, Situ Haoze vaguely realized the inconvenience in Wu Xu's legs, and a feeling of guilt arose in his heart.

"I am sorry for being abrupt. I hope you can forgive me."

His tone was sincere and apologetic.

Wu Xu responded with a calm smile, and poured the tea from the teapot in his hand again. The tea once again filled Situ Haoze's cup, silently expressing his attitude that everything was self-explanatory.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room became subtle and harmonious because of this subtle interaction.

At the same time, Meng Changfeng's place was already bustling with activity. He was picking the mutton skillfully, occasionally secretly swallowing his saliva that was about to drip, looking very impatient.

Finally, with Ran He's busyness and skillful hands, delicious dishes were served one by one, and a unique banquet slowly began.

Under the bright lights of the banquet, a plate of crayfish was solemnly placed in the center. Their shells were as red as fire and their luster was attractive.