The Plow

The two finally went back to Yue's house for dinner.

First of all, the cooking skills of the Yue family are really good. The taste of that bowl of old duck soup makes Ling Shu think about it from the last meal to the next one, not to mention the scallion oil noodles mixed with fresh shrimps, and the chicken soup and rice noodles. Mushrooms and chicken are seamless and unearthly tender.

If Yue Chunxiao was there, the small wontons with chicken feathers would still taste like home. Now that she is not here, there is a little less warmth and enthusiasm, but it is better than being at home with cold food and a cold stove. At the very least, the old housekeeper is thoughtful and considerate , can also make Ling Shubin feel at home.

His sister and brother-in-law have not returned home, so this place has almost become his second dining hall.

Secondly, since the incident happened last time in Yuan's house, the painted skin of owner Li of Xinyue Cafe was peeled off, he was kind on the surface, but in fact he was cruel and merciless. Ling Shu still has a bit of a shadow in his memory of the western food he ate in the cafe. If Boss Li wanted to order something for them at that time, it would be unnoticed.He felt that Yue Dingtang didn't say anything, but his thoughts were similar to his.

The old butler really prepared hot meals and hot dishes.

Not old duck soup, but bone soup.

No mushrooms are added to enhance the freshness, it is simply marinated big bones to remove the fishy smell, then boiled soup, pepper to drive away the cold, and just the right amount of salt, the umami flavor of the bones is fully volatilized, the body gradually warms up, and all the cold and heavy wind It was snowing heavily, and it was very far away from them all at once.

The servants of the Yue family always appeared at the right time, and retired silently when they were not needed.

Before they knew it, there were only the two of them left in the dining room.

"Zhen Congyun's birthday party, do you want to go?"

Ling Shu sent the winter bamboo shoots to the entrance, when he heard Yue Dingtang speak suddenly.

He hummed and chewed the winter bamboo shoots.

"Nothing to do, let's go to see the excitement. I heard that He Youan will also go."

Yue Dingtang frowned slightly: "You care about her very much."

Ling Shu shrugged: "I am very concerned about the case."

Yue Dingtang: "Don't forget, she belongs to Shen Shiqi."

Ling Shu: "Not necessarily now."

Yue Dingtang: "What do you mean?"

He had previously felt that Ling Shu paid too much attention to He You'an and had crossed that line, but now that these words came out, it seemed to confirm Yue Dingtang's thoughts even more.

If it's an ordinary woman, it's fine, Lingshu already has many peach blossoms, one more He Youan is just a beautiful thing, but with He Youan, it's different.

Shen Shiqi is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although he did not dare to attack Ling Shu due to the existence of the Yue family, it does not mean that he does not hold grudges and completely gives up revenge on Ling Shu. What's more, there are threatening letters coming one after another. , He You'an is like a beautiful flower, attracting countless bees, waves and butterflies, but ignoring the danger under the flower's gorgeous appearance.

"Because when I was talking to He Youan just now, I saw a scarf."

The scarf was draped over the arm of the couch, not on a hanger.

This shows that the owner of the scarf is more casual in He Youan's house, and also shows that the other party has a very close relationship with He Youan. He may have just left and He Youan hasn't had time to pack it up, or he may have accidentally left something behind and will go back to pick it up soon.

"That scarf is gray, white and black. Coincidentally, not long ago, I just saw the exact same scarf."

At this point, Ling Shu stopped and asked Yue Dingtang.

"What did you just say?"

"It's nothing."

Yue Dingtang knew that he wanted to diverge, so he got up to scoop up the soup calmly, turned his back to Ling Shu, and changed the subject by the way.

"Go on, what's so special about that scarf?"

Ling Shu said: "We were in Baofeng Tower that day, Shen Qiqi happened to be sitting next door, and his friends, do you remember?"

With lightning and flint, Yue Dingtang had a flash of inspiration!

"Mr. Cheng!"

Ling Shu nodded: "It's that Mr. Cheng."

Shen Qiqi did not introduce Mr. Cheng specifically, but he has always been domineering, and there are very few people who can look straight at him. Judging from his attitude towards Mr. Cheng, it must be that there are very few capable people who can make him obey.

He Youan was originally Shen Shiqi's person, and now in her apartment, there was a scarf that Mr. Cheng had just worn a few days ago.

This shows what?

Ling Shu didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

With He Youan's appearance, even if Mr. Cheng has seen countless people, he may not be tempted.

When I glanced at it that day, I might have thought about it.

But no matter what He You'an thinks, without Shen Shiqi's permission, she would never be with Mr. Cheng in such an aboveboard manner.

In other words, Shen Shiqi acquiesced, and even personally sent He Youan to Mr. Cheng.

What about He Youan?

What kind of mood did she have, like a gift, being sent from one person to another?

Ling Shu recalled that when they talked with He Youan just now, besides the panic, there seemed to be an unspeakable anguish hidden in the other person's expression, which made the whole person look like a flower that cannot be nourished by the rain, withered and sluggish.

At that time, he only thought that it was a series of threatening incidents that made her uneasy, but he didn't expect that there was such a hidden story behind it.

But all people, living people, have emotions, joys, anger, sorrows and joys, I'm afraid they will not be happy to live like a plaything.

He Youan had no way to resist.

Whether she likes it or not, she cannot resist this fate.

If Mr. Cheng is sensible and willing to treat her better than Shen Shiqi, maybe she will gradually enjoy this forced hypnosis.

"Pity."

Every time He Youan was mentioned, Ling Shu would definitely say something like this.

But this time it was not from Ling Shu, but from Yue Dingtang.

"The tone of your words is too indifferent, and there are some things that don't turn off the phone, and it seems to be hanging high." Ling Shu commented.

Yue Dingtang: "She has nothing to do with me. It's a pity that I can say this. Since she is now in contact with Mr. Cheng, you'd better not get involved too deeply. If you are interested, the case You don’t need to work too hard. If you are interested in those unsolved cases, there are plenty of them in the whole of Shanghai, so you don’t need to focus on this one.”

Ling Shu was suspicious: "About that Mr. Cheng, did you find out something?"

Yue Dingtang was silent for a moment: "His surname is Cheng and his name is Gong. He is engaged in the timber business in the Northeast. He travels frequently to and from the Mainland. It is said that his business is very large and he has a wide network of contacts. From the Northeast Army to the Japanese, from the Green Forest Gang to the Nanjing government, Everyone buys into his account, so many people also like to handle affairs through him. After a long time, the snowball gets bigger and bigger, and the ability to become a palace is getting bigger and bigger. It is said that if you ask him to do things, as long as he agrees, nothing will happen. No way."

Ling Shu: "So Shen Shiqi asked him for something?"

Yue Dingtang: "Shen Shiqi still attaches great importance to He Youan, otherwise he would have had countless opportunities to send her out these years, even if she becomes the concubine of those powerful warlords, Shen Shiqi can earn enough capital, but In the end, he gave He Youan to a businessman."

Ling Shu: "After you say that, I seem to be more interested in it."

Yue Dingtang: ...

"Just kidding, I understand what you mean, the water here is very deep, it looks like a pool at first glance, and it's an unfathomable pool when you step into it, you're afraid that I'll drown in it." Ling Shu respectfully smiled. He saluted, "Don't worry, I will be careful, even if I die, I have to die far away, and I must not cause trouble to Chief Yue!"

He just has this kind of ability, and he can make people angry when he speaks nice words.

Yue Dingtang sighed.

Unexpectedly, Ling Shu approached suddenly, got up and leaned over, lowered his voice, mysteriously.

"Hey, Lao Yue, do you know what Miss Zhen likes?"

Yue Dingtang: "Want to give a gift?"

Ling Shu: "The one who knows me is Mr. Yue. What are you going to give? Forget it, I won't ask. I definitely can't afford what you gave me."

Yue Dingtang: "I won't go. I have to go to Nanjing on weekends. The university in Nanjing has an academic conference and a monthly salon. They invite me to go there."

Ling Shu: "Then am I not alone?"

Yue Dingtang: "I think you are quite happy."

Ling Shu quickly wiped down the upturned corners of his mouth.

"Nothing! You haven't told me yet, what is Miss Zhen's hobby?"

If you want to go to a banquet, you have to prepare a gift. If it is expensive, it is better to give it skillfully. Zhen Congyun came back from abroad, and she has never seen any novelties. Ordinary things may not be able to catch her eyes.

Yue Dingtang smiled with a deep meaning.

"I do know one thing, about Miss Zhen."

Ling Shu really showed interest in his eyes.

Yue Dingtang: "She likes to dance, that's why the Zhen family rented out the entire Paramount for her birthday celebration."

Ling Shu: "I can tango and waltz, but there are so many people at the banquet who want to dance with her, so it probably won't be my turn. I'm just going to join in the fun. After giving gifts, I will go to dinner and have a good meal."

Yue Dingtang was speechless: "Can you still be a little promising?"

Ling Shu: "Food is the most important thing for the people. Besides, I have been to Paramount, and there are a few dancers I know well. I don't even have time to catch up with them. How can I take care of Miss Zhen?"

Yue Dingtang: "Zhen Congyun is very proud. Since I specially invited you, it means that I have a crush on you. Even if you can't dance the first dance with her, you will definitely have a chance to get close to her. If you want to save money, why don't you do nothing?" Give it away, make her happy, it works better than anything else."

Ling Shu thought for a few seconds between buying a cheap gift and fooling around, and saving money by not buying a gift at all.

"Appreciate further details."

Yue Dingtang: "Her favorite dance is actually the Rumba."

Ling Shu: "How do you know?"

Yue Dingtang: "My sister said it."

Ling Shu: "But I don't know how to dance rumba."

Yue Dingtang: "I will."

The two stared at each other.

Ling Shu: "Lao Yue, Chief Yue, Fourth Young Master, Ding Tang, Xiao Tang Tang—"

Yue Dingtang: ...

Ling Shu: "I used to have a small salary. After I came to you, I still haven't received my first month's salary. I have to support myself, support my family, and save some savings for my future wife. If you can’t save money, it’s all up to you!”

Yue Dingtang: "You can simply not go."

Ling Shu said confidently: "No one can stand without trust. Since I have promised Miss Zhen, how can I go back on my word? Besides, I am now the assistant of Chief Yue, which represents your face. If you don't go, I won't go, isn't it? Faux pas and faux pas?"

Yue Dingtang got up and walked towards the phonograph in the living room.

He bent down and rummaged through the record case for a while, and found a disc.

But for a moment, the music poured out.

Yue Dingtang stretched out his hand to him, motioning for Ling Shu to go over.

Ling Shu walked over.

"Follow my steps and watch my steps."

Hearing Yue Dingtang's words, he couldn't help concentrating, his eyes fell on the other's slender chest and back, he kept moving between his hands and feet, like a toddler, his every move was like a cat or a tiger.

It was only after dancing for a while that Ling Shu suddenly realized something.

... What he danced was the women's step?