Chapter 136: 053 Refuses entry to Jiangjing, who doesn’t know a bit of Liang-style yet (second update)_2

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But it was the first time she had ordered dishes for him.

Jiang He slowly looked at Bai Lian.

Bai Lian did not realize the seriousness of the issue, only squinting her eyes slightly.

Jiang He bowed his head and began to list the dishes, “I don’t eat celery, potatoes, carrots, lotus root, cucumbers, lettuce, soybeans, asparagus…”

A lock of black hair fell by Bai Lian’s forehead, her fair fingers holding a pencil, her dark eyes filled with self-doubt, “…Ah?”

Jiang He quietly added the last one, “…Tribute vegetable.”

Although he only said it once and listed a long string of names,

Bai Lian remembered them all.

She looked at Jiang He with a smile that was not quite a smile and then casually ordered a few dishes, avoiding those he did not eat.

After she finished ordering,

she took out her phone, wanting to complain to someone.

Bai Lian: [This world actually has so many dishes]

Jiang Fulai was still busy at this time; his team member had placed his lunch next to his desk, which he put aside dismissively to attend to later, after finishing his tasks. He massaged his forehead and removed his glasses.

He looked coldly at the team members, his brows and eyes frosted over as if sunlight shone onto a snowy field, “Has your brain grown mold?”

He Wen led the apology, “I’m sorry.”

Don’t ask; if you do, apologize.

“Are you apologizing to me? You’re apologizing to Euler. If he had known that you would treat his formula this way, he would have preferred to take it with him to King Yama,” Jiang Fulai said icily.

He Wen’s head almost drooped to the floor.

Here he was, the up-and-coming prince of mathematics, only to find his reputation ruined in the laboratory today.

Jiang Fulai bowed his head and closed the file.

Looking at his phone screen, he took a deep breath.

Don’t be angry, at least He Wen is a person.

“Get out, we’ll have a group meeting at two,” he said as he looked up, his tone cold and clear.

Considerably calmer.

He Wen and the others left as if fleeing, and the moment they exited the office, He Wen was pinned by the neck, “Didn’t you say to write it like this? I believed you and didn’t check, how could you betray our trust…”

“It’s not… cough, cough…” He Wen struggled and waved his hand, “Doesn’t… anyone… care about our… life-saving benefactor?”

In the office.

Jiang Fulai opened his lunch box with one hand and unlocked his phone with the other, replying to Bai Lian’s message.

Jiang Fulai: [What dishes, did you also just have lunch?]

Bai Lian: [[image]]

Bai Lian: [What a pity, so many dishes did not grow into Jiang Xiaoniao’s liking.]

Jiang Fulai clicked on the image Bai Lian sent; it was the two dishes she had ordered.

Jiang He does not eat a lot of things, which Jiang Fulai was aware of. He raised an eyebrow and slowly, deliberately replied—

[Don’t worry about him, he’s just picky, that’s why he’s so short.]

He quickly switched to Jiang He’s WeChat.

Jiang Fulai: [(smile)]

Meanwhile.

Ji Heng also met Ji Mulan.

In front of others, Ji Mulan was assertive, but facing Ji Heng, she became much more silent.

The two hadn’t sat down for a proper talk in almost twenty years.

It was Ji Mulan’s first time sitting across from Ji Heng, and as she reached a certain age, people aged faster. In Ji Mulan’s memory, Ji Heng was still a middle-aged man with not much white in his hair.

But the Ji Heng sitting across from her now had his face filled with deep lines, and his eyes were no longer as bright as before.

Especially his hair, which was almost entirely white.

Ji Mulan instinctively felt a twinge of anxiety in her heart.

After so many years of separation, the father and daughter were now very silent in each other’s presence.

Having calmed significantly over more than twenty years, Ji Heng put down his tobacco pipe and the cake, looking across at Xu En, “You’re getting married at the end of the year?”

“Yes,” Xu En, holding Ji Mulan’s hand, replied earnestly, “Don’t worry, I will take good care of her.”

Old people are accurate judges of character.

And so was Ji Heng.

He could tell at a glance that Xu En was indeed different from Bai Qiming.

Bai Qiming had never once brought Ji Mulan back after they got married. Xu En, even before marrying her, had already brought Ji Mulan back with him.

“You should be able to see the difference in our families’ circumstances,” Ji Heng mused aloud.

Anyone in Jiangjing from an ordinary family was beyond their comparison.

This time Xu En fell silent for a moment.

His mother, indeed, was not willing.

“Life is for two people to share,” Xu En pondered for a moment before seriously saying, “I don’t live with my parents anyway, so she won’t feel pressured being with me.”

That was when Ji Heng refrained from speaking.

The atmosphere fell silent once again.

Xu En changed the subject, looking at the cake Ji Heng had placed on the table, “This cake you bought for Alian is very nice-looking.”

Ji Heng glanced at the cake, his tone much warmer when mentioning Bai Lian. He bowed his head and methodically opened his tobacco pouch, “No, it was a gift from her friend Xiaochi, the tobacco was from Xiaochen.”