Four Seasons Three Meals

"Lawyer Jiang, why are you here?"

Cong Yun held on to the railing and walked up to him step by step, with suspicion on his face.

Jiang Huai was inexplicably guilty: "I... came with my boyfriend."

Cong Yun raised his eyebrows: "Boyfriend? Cong Yue?"

Before Jiang Huai could speak, a sudden heat came from his waist.

Cong Shan put his arms around his waist, stood beside him, looked at Cong Yun calmly: "What are you doing here?"

He was so obvious that everyone could see their relationship.

Cong Yun understood in an instant, and his face changed ever-changingly.

Jiang Huai also understood her identity and was filled with emotion.

She looked at Cong Shan, then gave Jiang Huai a hard look, turned around and ran downstairs on her high heels.

Cong Shan looked at Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai confessed honestly: "Miss Cong is my client."

Cong Shan nodded and said: "She has a spoiled personality since she was a child, Huai Bao don't mind."

Jiang Huai smiled: "It's okay."

Cong Shan touched his cheek and asked again: "What did Grandpa tell you?"

"I told you the embarrassing things about you when you were a child, and gave me a plate of hawthorn cake. Now I have your handle, you have to treat me well."

Cong Shan knew he wasn't telling the truth, so he didn't ask.

On the contrary, Jiang Huai said sourly: "How is the relationship between you and your sister Xinyou going?"

Cong Shan laughed at him: "Huaibao is a coward, he dare not be jealous in front of grandpa, he is very sensible."

With a guilty conscience, Jiang Huai ordered him with all his teeth and claws: "Speak up! Strictly resist, and be lenient when confessing."

Cong Shan deliberately said: "We had a very happy conversation."

Jiang Huai glared at him, turned around and was about to leave.

Cong Shan held him back, amused by his childish behavior.

"I met Cong Yue on the road, and Cong Yue took her to see Bing Tilian, but I didn't go."

Jiang Huai captured the key information sensitively, Cong Yue is not such a leisurely person.

He asked Cong Shan: "Cong Yue likes Qi Xinyou?"

Cong Shan shook his head, his smile faded a bit: "Cong Yue doesn't like anyone."

"Then why did he..."

"Cong Yue likes shares."

Going any further would involve the Cong family's private affairs, so it was inconvenient for Jiang Huai to ask further questions.

Cong Shan didn't mention it anymore, took Jiang Huai's hand and took him down for dinner.

The birthday banquet is tomorrow, and tonight is a family banquet.

Mr. Cong took the main seat, Jiang Huai sat on the right hand side of Cong Shan, opposite Cong Yue, Cong Yun and Qi Xinyou.

Cong Shan and Mr. Cong chatted indifferently, but Jiang Huai couldn't get in the way, so he lowered his head and ate his food, trying to ignore Cong Yun's staring eyes at him.

He ate quietly, only picking up the vegetables in front of him.

Cong Shan glanced at his shiny green plate, took his bowl, and scooped out a bowl of hibiscus steamed eggs for him.

Jiang Huai thanked him in a low voice, and Cong Shan brought him another shrimp crystal bag.

Cong Yue said suddenly: "Brother and Lawyer Jiang are really affectionate."

Cong Shan glanced at him and said, "Eating is never a waste of words."

Cong Yue looked at Mr. Cong as if he had never heard of it, and said, "I just said that big brother's boyfriend is not bad, what does grandpa think?"

Mr. Cong snorted and declined to comment.

Jiang Huai ate with his head down, and Cong Shan went to hold his hand. He scratched Cong Shan's palm and told him he was fine.

Cong Yun continued: "I have a predestined relationship with Lawyer Jiang, and I have known him before."

Mr. Cong said, "Why haven't I heard from you?"

Cong Yunjiao said with a smile, "I only found out today that such a powerful lawyer is actually my eldest brother's boyfriend."

Mr. Cong became interested: "What's so powerful?"

Cong Yun said: "Lawyer Jiang can let my ex-husband leave the house, grandpa says it's great?"

Mr. Cong didn't speak, but frowned.

Cong Shan called her: "Cong Yun."

Cong Yun is not afraid of Cong Shan, relying on someone to support her: "Brother will inherit the family business in the future, so I don't have to worry about no one squandering it."

Mr. Cong frowned even deeper.

Jiang Huai was amazed when he heard it, and felt that he was like a thousand-year-old fox who had been trained to become a master, who came to the Cong family to cheat money and sex, so he almost believed it.

Cong Yue said: "Even if elder brother inherits the family business, you won't be able to please him."

Cong Yun said: "How can you be better? Don't think I don't know your little thoughts."

The siblings quarreled fiercely, and Mr. Cong yelled at him sharply: "What's the trouble! What a shame!"

Everyone was very tacitly silent.

Grandpa Cong dropped his chopsticks, the housekeeper immediately came to push the wheelchair, Qi Xinyou also got up, and walked to the old man.

The old man threw down the sentence "If you don't eat or get out", he was pushed upstairs by the housekeeper.

Cong Yue and Cong Yun looked at each other with disgust, and went back to their rooms.

Jiang Huaisong breathed a sigh of relief.

Cong Shan asked him, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Huai said proudly, "This table is all mine."

Cong Shan smiled and gave him a piece of roast goose.

"Eat more Huaibao, we can't lose money."

After dinner, Cong Shan accompanied him for a walk in the manor, and then they went back to the bedroom.

The housekeeper wanted to tidy up the guest room, Cong Shan asked Jiang Huai to sleep with him.

When they returned to the room, the toiletries and a change of clothes had been neatly arranged.

When Cong Shan came out of the shower, he found Jiang Huai with his wet hair sitting on the bed flipping through old photos of him.

Cong Shan walked behind him and wiped his hair with a towel.

His movements were gentle and his strength was just right, which did not affect Jiang Huai's ability to look at the photos.

Jiang Huai flipped from the back to the front, from Congshan University to childhood, and the photos changed from color to black and white, as if time went back to the original point.

After Jiang Huai finished reading the last picture, he was a little disappointed and sighed.

Cong Shan hugged him into his arms: "What's wrong?"

"I didn't expect you to be a fat-headed doll like me when you were young."

Cong Shan lightly bit the tip of his ear: "I grew up in the countryside when I was a child, and I ate hazelnuts on the mountains every day."

Jiang Huai teased him: "Master Cong went to experience life at a young age."

Cong Shan smiled: "I lived with my grandfather when I was young, and I was taken back to Cong's family in junior high school."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Huai froze for a moment and said, "I'm sorry."

Cong Shan teased him: "You kiss me, I don't mind."

Jiang Huai really obediently kissed him.

Cong Shan was very satisfied and in a good mood. He told him the story of his childhood, telling him that he memorized "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", followed the catalog in the book, and ate wild grass on the mountain.

Jiang Huai smiled and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Cong Shan kissed his temples: "I will take you to experience it another day."

They chatted for a while, turned off the lights and went to sleep. Congshan left a copper chandelier with candles lit inside. The lamp rotated at a constant speed, and the light and shadow were projected on the white wall, which was a complete shadow play.

Jiang Huai was fascinated and asked him, "Where did you buy it? It's so exquisite."

Cong Shan said, "I did it myself."

Jiang Huai was surprised: "You can even do this?"

Cong Shan said: "Cong Yun was afraid of the dark when she was a child, I made this lamp to put her to sleep, so she is very clingy to me."

He was explaining to Jiang Huai, afraid that he would be overwhelmed, Jiang Huai heard it.

Jiang Huai thought of what she said when meeting Cong Yun for the first time.

"I want to get all the love of men, and I want to get all the property."

Jiang Huai felt sorry for her: "She lacks love very much."

Cong Shan said: "My little mother loves to play, and it's rare to teach them to fight for family property at home. Cong Yue has learned her true story, and she never liked to play with Cong Yun since she was a child."

Jiang Huai sighed.

He covered the back of Cong Shan's hand: "You can't help yourself."

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Cong Shan kissed him, implying something: "I am a blessing in disguise."

Jiang Huai changed the subject: "What else can you do?"

"Bronze bell kites, tree bark bookmarks, gold and stone seal carvings," Cong Shan laughed, "I can do whatever Huai Bao likes."

Jiang Huai smiled: "Why do you know everything?"

Cong Shan accompanied him and babbled nonsense: "I don't have a proper job, I just want to be a prodigal playboy."

Jiang Huai was amused by him, but he knew in his heart that he just didn't want to compete with others.

Although they have completely different backgrounds, they all experience the same fate.

The attraction in the dark is full of sympathy.

The next morning, Jiang Huai got up late, and Cong Shan made a small stove for him in the small kitchen, making dragon and phoenix soup.

The ingredients were brought from the kitchen. Mr. Cong celebrated his birthday with a rich feast, including three immortals, barn swallows, meatloaf, sliced ​​noodles, eels, dried razor clams, sea cucumbers, etc. You can’t find it without a chicken.

The chicken is tender and delicious, stewed with a little salt, no sour, spicy, sweet stimulation, you can really taste the delicious original taste of chicken.

Jiang Huai drank bowl after bowl, ate half of the chicken, and belched contentedly.

With the din of gongs and drums outside, Cong Shan cleaned up the scene of the crime, Jiang Huai changed into formal clothes, and was led to the balcony by Cong Shan.

Cong Shan said: "We're late, so we'll watch the play here first."

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Jiang Huai asked him, "Why?"

Cong Shan said: "The elders in the family like to make things difficult for others. When they ask you why you are late, you just say you are watching a show on the balcony."

Jiang Huai smiled and teased him: "You are very skilled."

Cong Shan pinched his cheek: "This is for your own good."

Jiang Huai smiled, turned his head and watched the play seriously.

There is a big red stage in the courtyard downstairs, on which singing is babbling, and there are lion dances and juggling on both sides of the stage.

The theater troupe was hired from a local theater. Jiang Huai felt familiar when he saw that Daomadan, and remembered that he went to a theater with Cong Shan once, and he also watched her play.

She looked happy this time, a little less heroic than before.

"Haiwu Tianshou celebrates Christmas, in front of the Fuxing Yongle Painting Hall. Every year on this day, we will meet Junxian at the Pantao Festival."

Jiang Huai heard it, and sang "Ma Gu's Birthday Blessing", which is a Beijing opera birthday celebration, and it is very auspicious.

After listening to it, he went to watch the lion dance.

The palm-sized plum blossom piles are staggered in height and height, the tallest is two meters, standing alone in the center, with no one to rely on.

In the finale, the white lion came on the stage vigorously, flexibly circling among the plum blossom piles, rising and falling on the ground, with perfect accuracy, which dazzled people.

Jiang Huai was amazed and asked Cong Shan: "Do you know this?"

Cong Shan said: "I am a doctor, not a fairy."

Jiang Huai smiled: "Finally there are people who you don't know."

Cong Shan put his arms around his waist: "Huaibao, I will throw you onto the stage, and you will go to perform as well."

Jiang Huai was ticklish and begged for mercy with a smile.

During the joke, the play on the stage came to an end, the sword and the horse were fixed, and everyone applauded. The white lion was fixed on the plum blossom pile, and a red couplet written in gold powder was spit out from its mouth.

It says "Fortune is like the East China Sea, longevity is better than Nanshan", which is the most conventional and vulgar birthday greeting, just to win the prize.

Mr. Cong nodded in satisfaction, and the housekeeper handed over a thickly sealed red envelope of kindness.

Jiang Huai clicked his tongue.

Cong Shan took him downstairs and said: "Huaibao, I'll go socialize with the elders first, you go and have something to eat, I'll come to you later."

Jiang Huai agreed, and parted from Cong Shan at the stairs, and sat at the remotest table.

There were too many people in the courtyard, stretching over dozens of tables, and no one cared about anyone else, so he was happy to relax.

After drinking for three rounds, a person suddenly came beside Jiang Huai, pulled out the chair, and sat down directly.

It is Cong Yun.

She seems to have drunk too much wine, the rouge on her face is a little bright, and her eyes are drunk.

"I'm getting married next month," she said.

She was drunk and could not remember that she was still divorced.

Jiang Huai thought for a while, borrowed flowers to present Buddha, and scooped her a bowl of black chicken soup with red dates.

"I wish you an early birth of your son."

Cong Yun put his hand on his chin and said, "Jiang Huai, it's lucky for you to find someone like Big Brother."

Jiang Huai nodded in agreement.

Cong Yun continued: "It's all your fault. Eldest brother refuses to marry Qi Xinyou. Grandpa refuses to leave the family property to elder brother now."

Jiang Huai thought for a while, then coaxed her: "It's just right, I can give you all."

Cong Yun turned his head and snorted coquettishly, "I don't want it!"

Jiang Huai didn't know what to say, so he didn't speak at all.

Cong Yun said: "I hate you, Jiang Huai. Originally, my eldest brother didn't want to go home, but now because of you, he doesn't even want to come back."

She uttered the truth after drinking, but Jiang Huai understood.

On the surface, Cong Yun is a spoiled young lady, but in fact, she knows better than anyone else, and is more confused than anyone else.

Jiang Huai was not as knowledgeable as a drunkard, and said, "Yes, it's all my fault."

Cong Yun pursed her mouth and punched the cotton with her fist. She felt bored, so she braced herself and walked away on high heels.

Looking at the bowl of black-bone chicken soup, Jiang Huai felt distressed and decided to go to Cong Shan.