When Fang Yan returned home, Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan were having dinner.
Braised pork, braised fish, braised eggplant, stir-fried water spinach with garlic … Although they were all braised, the dishes were quite sumptuous.
Fang Yan was shocked. He knew that Hero and Warrior didn't know how to cook. Even if he tried to cook, he could only make a bowl of egg fried rice or egg instant noodles.
"Will Junior Martial Uncle beat us when he comes back?" Fang Haohan asked worriedly while stuffing the braised pork into his mouth.
"He will eat his fill before he beats us," Fang Yingying said. "He won't have the strength to beat us if he's full."
Fang Yan sneered and said, "In order to prevent you from guessing, should I first exercise and beat you up before coming to eat?"
"Junior Martial Uncle …" Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan quickly stood up.
Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "That's enough. Don't pretend. I opened the door so loudly, I don't believe you didn't hear it … "
Fang Yan glanced at the kitchen and asked, "Who cooked?"
"Master, it's me." Zhang Chen, with an apron around his neck, stood shyly at the door of the kitchen, like a young wife who had just married into the family.
"It turns out to be Coach Zhang," Fang Yan said with a smile. He walked over and shook hands with Zhang Chen, saying, "Coach Zhang has worked hard. These two lazy guys from Hero and Warrior are too outrageous. They even invited Coach Zhang to be their chef … It's really a waste of talent. "
Zhang Chen smiled bitterly. Fang Yan called him Coach Zhang instead of Zhang Chen, which meant that he was driving him out. He was still unwilling to accept her as his disciple.
Zhang Chen really wanted to roar, "Why do you respect me so much? Why do you respect me so much? Can't you just scold me, kick me, or slap me a few times? Do you have any sense of loyalty? What kind of broken world is this?"
Zhang Chen was a man who would not easily repent once he had set his goal. Otherwise, he would not have persisted on this path for so many years. With his skills, many headhunters had come to him and offered him a salary that was ten times or even dozens of times more than what he was earning as a teacher in a martial arts school. They invited him to be a bodyguard for some big shots, but he rejected all of them.
He had a heart of martial arts. He constantly polished his body and tempered his skin and bones in order to go further and further on this road.
Therefore, he would never give up so easily.
Zhang Chen ran over and pulled out the chair for the main seat. He smiled at Fang Yan and said, "Master, are you hungry? Sit down and eat first. I'll cook some seaweed soup and it'll be done. "
"Coach Zhang, don't be so polite. I'll wait for you …" Fang Yan said with a smile.
He went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then came back and slapped the heads of the heroes and scolded, "How can a guest eat before the host?"
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan looked aggrieved. Fang Haohan said, "It was Zhang Chen who asked us to eat first."
"I asked you not to eat first," Fang Yan said angrily. "Although our Fang family is a family of martial arts, we must always remember the words" respect, thriftiness, benevolence, and courtesy ". We are martial artists. We have ideals, morals, feelings, and are very polite. We don't spit on the ground or urinate on the side of the road. If you only have skills but no quality, you will be reduced to a low-level boor. "
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan were too straightforward, and they rarely went out before. Fang Yan was worried that they would be cheated by others. That was why he educated them at the dinner table.
"Junior Martial Uncle is right." Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan bowed their heads and accepted the lesson.
"Nonsense." Fang Yan said angrily, "Will I say it if it's wrong?"
"…"
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan looked at each other and sighed inwardly. It seemed that they couldn't help Zhang Chen and his brother. Fang Yan really didn't plan to accept apprentices at this time.
The last pot of seaweed soup was served. Zhang Chen refused to sit at the table, so he was dragged up by Fang Yan. Moreover, he sat opposite to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan looked at Zhang Chen and said with a smile, "Coach Zhang, we are friends of the same generation. Don't be so polite. Come over often in the future when you have time. Let's have a few drinks. I heard that Coach Zhang has a big appetite … "
"Master …" Zhang Chen tried hard to maintain a smile on his face and said, "I will come over to cook for you and my senior brothers every day in the future."
"That won't do." Fang Yan hurriedly stopped him. "Coach Zhang is the gold medal coach of Glory Martial Arts School. He is a famous figure in Huacheng's martial arts world. How can I let you come over to cook for us every day? I can't take it … Just come once every two or three days. Let's drink happily and have a good time. "
Fang Yan thought that it wasn't a good idea to let Zhang Chen cook every day. They owed him too much. It wasn't appropriate to always bring heroes to eat in the cafeteria. To be honest, the food in the school cafeteria really wasn't to their liking.
If Zhang Chen could come over every two or three days to improve their lives, Fang Yan could still accept this result.
"Then I will come once every two or three days," Zhang Chen said happily. "Master, let me toast you."
"Coach Zhang, let's have a toast."
"…"
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan buried their heads in the food. They felt that the situation in front of them was too complicated, and their intelligence was obviously not enough to handle it.
…
…
The banquet was lively and festive, especially for the female guests. There were all kinds of strange news and gossip.
After the aunties and aunties finished discussing which world-class brand's new products were the best to see, which celebrity had undergone plastic surgery to become the boss's mistress, and which person had bought a mansion in Europe, they finally turned their attention to Lu Zhaoge, who had been sitting there the whole night without saying a word except for greeting everyone.
"Chaoge, which school are you still working as the vice-principal of? I don't want to criticize you, but what's so good about being a vice-principal? How much salary can they pay you every month? It's not even enough for me to buy a scarf from Hermes … "
"You don't understand, do you? It's because of her hobby. Can hobbies have anything to do with money? Plus, doesn't Chaoge have Zhu Liu to rely on? She won't have to worry about money with Jiang Zhuliu around. "
"That's right. Chaoge, tell me, when are you and Zhu Liu getting married? I'm still waiting to attend your wedding. " The woman then turned to Ren Jin, Jiang Zhuliu's mother, who was sitting next to Lu Chaoge. "Ren Jin, as their mother, shouldn't you tell them to hurry up?"
Ren Jin swirled the wine in her glass gracefully and took a sip. Only then did she reply, "I can't rush the kids. But don't worry, I won't keep you waiting for too long. Zhu Liu and Chaoge grew up together and they're very close … I'm Chaoge's mother now and I'll always be her mother. "
"That's right. I think it's a done deal too. She can't run away, "another lady chimed in.
"Lu Chaoge and Jiang Zhuliu are a match made in heaven. This is something that everyone in our Flower City knows. "
"Chaoge, don't say I didn't warn you. You have to hold on to a man like Jiang Zhuliu. There are so many pretty girls out there, and they're all shameless … Don't let them steal him away. It'll be too late for regrets. "
Lu Chaoge's mouth was dry and her body felt like it was on fire. She wanted to throw up, but she had to nod and smile stiffly at these "relatives" in front of her, these aunties whom she barely had any contact with.
Dealing with fake relationships like this was exhausting, even more so than working overtime for a week.
Just then, a handsome man walked up to Lu Chaoge.
Resting his hands on the back of the chair Lu Chaoge was sitting in, he bent down and whispered in Lu Chaoge's ear, "Are you feeling unwell?"
"A little," Lu Chaoge whispered.
Jiang Zhuliu, the male protagonist these aunties and aunties were talking about, appeared.
"Give me thirty seconds," Jiang Zhuliu said with a smile.
Looking up at the ladies, he smiled as gently as a spring breeze and said, "Ladies, I know you're all in the mood, but I have to interrupt … Chaoge's stomach felt a little unwell when she left home today, and I'd like to take her back to rest."
"How can we say no to that?"
"Zhuliu is such a considerate man. Chaoge is so happy …"
"Go ahead. Time is precious for young people, unlike old people like us … "
…
Although Lu Chaoge didn't like Jiang Zhuliu's public display of affection, she couldn't wait to get out of this place and breathe some fresh air.
"I'm sorry. I'm going back. "Lu Chaoge got up and apologized to everyone.
As the black Bentley sped along the road, Jiang Zhuliu looked at Lu Chaoge, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said with a smile, "Chaoge, it's still early. Do you want to have a drink somewhere?"
Lu Chaoge refused. "I'm tired. I want to rest. "
"Fine. I'll drive you back, "Jiang Zhuliu said with a smile. He wasn't upset at Lu Chaoge's refusal.
Lu Chaoge nodded and looked out the window at the night view of Huacheng.
Nights in Huacheng were charming, but she was rarely in the mood to enjoy them.
Just then, a familiar building appeared in front of her.
"Stop the car at the school gate," Lu Chaoge said all of a sudden.
"Chaoge, aren't you tired?" Jiang Zhuliu asked in bewilderment.
"I suddenly feel like taking a walk at school," Lu Chaoge said.
Screech …
The luxury car stopped at the gate of Rosefinch Secondary and Lu Chaoge unbuckled her seatbelt to get out.
"Chaoge …" Jiang Zhuliu hesitated. "Do you want me to go for a walk with you?"
Lu Zhaoge stopped and thought for a moment, then said, "Next time."
The muscles on Jiang Zhuliu's face twitched and he said with a smile, "Next time then."
He knew that when a woman said next time, she meant it.
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