One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 47 Don't Talk About Money, Talking About Money Hurts Feelings

Lunchtime.

Although the course was outrageous, Chen Duo seemed very happy.

She sat at the dining table, still not very talkative, but her eyes were much more lively than before.

"Master, I've learned a lot today."

Chen Duo reported earnestly to Su Wuxian:

"In life, you should win people over with virtue; when playing games, you should focus on killing one person; and when digging a hole, you should dig it squarely."

At the dinner table, everyone fell silent.

Zhang Chulan's face turned bright red as he tried to suppress his laughter.

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice, "This education system... is quite practical."

Su Wuxian rubbed his temples and reluctantly placed a piece of pork rib on Chen Duo's plate:

"Fine, whatever makes you happy."

"We have the afternoon off, so I'll have your brother Zhang Chulan take you... never mind, let Wang Zhenqiu take you for a walk around the village instead. Zhang Chulan isn't reliable either."

"Okay." Chen Duo nodded obediently.

Just then, a furtive head peeked out from outside the courtyard gate.

It is Zhuge Qing.

He looked refreshed, had changed into clean clothes, and was carrying a basket of fruit.

"Hey, Little Zhuge?" Su Wuxian raised an eyebrow. "You've gotten rid of your inner demons, and you look great. What's up? Here for a free meal?"

"Ahem, you jest, senior."

Zhuge Qing walked in, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly:

"I'm here to thank you for your guidance, senior. By the way..."

His gaze drifted toward the kitchen, where a plump woman wearing an apron was busy at work.

—One of the twelve superior talents, Fu Rong.

"By the way, I was wondering... if you need any help in the kitchen? I see that Miss Fu Rong is quite busy all by herself."

Su Wuxian understood instantly when he saw Zhuge Qing's look.

After all, he was a man who had read the original novel, and he didn't want Zhuge Qing to continue pursuing Fu Rong at the same pace, as it was too inefficient.

A maternal smile played on his lips as he nudged Zhang Chulan beside him.

"See? That's what a smart person is."

"Once the inner demons are gone, the peach blossoms will bloom."

"Go ahead, go ahead," Su Wuxian waved generously. "But are you really going to go dressed like this? You should at least wash your hair and bring some perfume, right?"

Zhuge Qing's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Master!"

After saying that, he happily ran back to his residence.

Watching Zhuge Qing's retreating figure, Su Wuxian stretched and said to the temporary workers around him:

"It seems we need to get into not only education, but also matchmaking."

.......

evening.

Biyou Village, the kitchen of the public canteen.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

A burst of rapid chopping sounds erupted, like machine gun fire.

In front of the cutting board, a woman with fiery red hair and an apron was wielding a cleaver, slicing potatoes into thin slices as fine as hair.

That wasn't just chopping vegetables, that was practically venting anger.

Each slash carried a sharp, piercing sword aura, as if it were not slicing potatoes, but rather the head of a faithless man.

Fu Rong, one of the twelve top-tier talents of Biyou Village.

He is skilled in sword energy and is known as the "Sword Energy Master".

But at this moment, she was just a grumpy cook.

"Um... Miss Fu Rong."

A gentle, warm voice rang out from the doorway.

Fu Rong abruptly stopped wielding the cleaver in her hand, and turned around with an annoyed expression:

"Who is it? It's not lunchtime yet! Trying to sneak a bite outside and wait in line... uh?"

When she saw who it was, her voice faltered slightly.

Standing at the door was Zhuge Qing, who had just finished showering, changed into a flashy white shirt, and had his hair neatly combed.

It must be said that this genius from the Zhuge family, although his eyes are always squinting, does have a face that is aesthetically pleasing to most women.

"Ahem, so it's Mr. Zhuge."

Fu Rong slammed the cleaver down on the cutting board, wiped her hands, and softened her tone slightly. After all, he was a handsome guy, so she had to give him some face.

"Is there something you need? The kitchen is smoky, don't let it affect your designer clothes."

"It's alright."

Zhuge Qing walked in, not minding the dirt, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of fair but strong forearm, and smiled warmly:

"I felt sorry for the young lady who was busy all by herself. Luckily, I know a little about cooking, so I came to help out."

"You? Cook?"

Fu Rong looked at this pampered young master with suspicion:

"Can you scions of noble families even tell the difference between salt and sugar? Just don't cause me any trouble."

"If you don't believe me, may I try?"

Zhuge Qing walked to the stove and skillfully tossed the wok. His movements were fluid and graceful, and he actually had the air of a master chef.

Fu Rong was stunned for a moment, her heart inexplicably skipping a beat.

This is called...

Can one be presentable in formal settings and skilled in the kitchen?

"Then...then you can chop that onion."

Fu Rong pointed to the basket, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Just as the atmosphere between the two gradually became pink and ambiguous, and the idol drama was about to begin.

"Hey! Chopping onions? I'm good at that!"

A sound that was extremely disruptive to the atmosphere came from the window.

The two were startled and turned around to look.

Su Wuxian was seen leaning on the windowsill, holding a handful of melon seeds, while Zhang Chulan, who was also leaning on the windowsill, had the same expression of enjoying the melon seeds.

"Senior Su...?" Zhuge Qing's hand trembled, and he almost cut his finger.

"Never mind me, you guys continue, continue."

Su Wuxian waved with a smile:

"I just came to see what we're having for dinner tonight. And... I'll be your dating advisor while I'm at it."

Fu Rong's face instantly turned tomato red, and she raised the kitchen knife, pointing it at Su Wuxian:

"Who...who's in love! Mr. Su, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"hey-hey……"

Su Wuxian didn't explain, spat out the melon seed shells, jumped in through the window, and familiarly lifted the pot lid to smell it:

"Hmm, the braised pork is cooked well, the heat is just right."

"Girl, your cooking skills are pretty good. With skills like that, you could easily open a restaurant in the city and earn over ten thousand a month, right? Why are you so foolish as to hide in these deep mountains and forests like a wild woman?"

This one sentence is a perfect example of how to avoid making a mistake.

Fu Rong's face instantly fell, and her eyes darted away.

"I...I like peace and quiet! Is that not allowed? The air is fresh here, and there aren't so many social obligations..."

"Come on, don't give me that."

Su Wuxian didn't stand on ceremony, directly picking up a piece of braised pork with his chopsticks and stuffing it into his mouth, chewing as he mumbled indistinctly:

"You like peace and quiet? I think you just like hiding from your debts?"

Clang.

The kitchen knife in Fu Rong's hand fell to the ground.

She reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

"How...how did you know?"

How would I know? Of course, it's because I, Su Wuxian, have watched the entire series! (Just kidding, this isn't part of the main text.)

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