Lin Chengzhi went to the Fu family early in the morning. When he arrived, Qingshu and Fu Jingen had just finished their breakfast.

Because Qingshu didn't say about Zhang's coming, Fu Jingen said: "Uncle San came here early in the morning, there must be something wrong. I'll go see him!"

Qingshu shook his head and said, "No, I will solve this problem myself."

"Do you know why Uncle San came?"

Qingshu nodded and said, "I know, I can handle a little bit of things. You can go to the yamen quickly!"

Fu Jingen didn't ask any more questions. At most, Lin Chengzhi came to him to ask Qingshu for his work, so there was nothing to worry about.

Lin Chengzhi quickly apologized when he saw Qingshu: "Qingshu, I'm sorry, I don't know that your third aunt is coming to find you. If I knew, I would definitely stop him."

Qingshu asked, "Uncle San, what's the matter with me?"

Lin Chengzhi didn't dare to hide it from her and said, "Last time she ate your meal, she thought that if she learned to convert the breakfast shop into a restaurant. I don't know about this, she was thinking about it herself."

Qingshu had previously guessed that Zhang came to learn a few breakfast methods from Aman, but she didn't expect that she wanted to learn how to cook and cook.

After laughing, Qingshu said, "Aunt San's idea is quite good. This restaurant is ready and can make money than breakfast shops. However, Aman's cooking skills were passed on to her by Aunt Xiang, and it was passed on to her children and disciples. Although I am her master, I can't force anyone to do anything."

Whoever has a recipe is not always in the palm of his hand. These are hens that can lay golden eggs, and children and grandchildren can make a living by relying on these things.

Lin Chengzhi also knew that those with skills would not pass on skills to outsiders. He nodded quickly and said, "I know, if it weren't for your request, Madam Duan wouldn't have taught us to make soup dumplings and fried dumplings."

He was already very content to learn these two things.

Qingshu said: "I taught her the soup dumplings and fried dumplings, so I can ask her to give advice to Aunt San."

Lin Chengzhi looked stunned, and he finally took the initiative to mention Lin Boyuan's story: "Qingshu, Boyuan's thing is that I was not thinking well. I thought that Brother Wen wanted to have a child test, and living next to the county school would save time. Boyuan likes to stay with Brother Wen. That's the case, so I agreed to them live outside."

When Qingshu heard him say this, he smiled and said, "Uncle San, can you tell me why the room you prepared for Boyuan is not only small and dark, but also smells like it."

Not only that, Boyuan lived in the same room with the guards in Pingzhou and Fucheng. He also bought clothes, shoes and socks for Brother Wen to buy them for the child.

The more you know, the more popular Qingshu will be.

Lin Chengzhi was stunned and said, "Qingshu, there are many people in the family and fewer houses, so they can only make two rooms. The big light is better. I thought that Brother Wen wanted to study, so I wanted him to live in the big one. But the small one is not bad except for the smaller area."

Qingshu smiled and said, "It was not Jia Weiwei who said the room tasted, but Wen Ge'er. He felt that the room was too bad and could not live in people, so he asked Boyuan to live with him."

Lin Chengzhi couldn't even say a word. If someone else said that he could explain it, how could he defend Wen Ge'er's words? It's not that Wen Ge'er's lying ruined the reputation of the child!

Qingshu looked at him disappointedly and said, "Uncle San, you don't need to raise him. Why can't you just let you take care of him?"

If Lin Boyuan asked the third house to raise her, it would be reasonable for Zhang to not like her. After all, the money from any family did not fall from the sky. But Lin Boyuan not only did not need them to raise her, but also guards followed her to take care of her, but they still couldn't tolerate her.

"Qingshu, Uncle San is sorry for you and Boyuan."

Unfortunately, Qingshu didn't accept his apology. She said lightly: "Uncle San, if nothing is done, I will practice calligraphy."

Lin Chengzhi said: "I want to go and see Boyuan."

Qingshu refused and said, "Boyuan is not convenient to see you now."

Lin Chengzhi left the Fu Mansion, turned his head and looked at the plaque and couldn't help but sigh, not knowing why it turned out like this.

Zhang returned home at noon and asked when he saw him, "Qingshu isn't angry anymore, right?"

Lin Chengzhi said with a cold face: "She asked me why I wanted to place Boyuan in a small, dark and smelly house? Qiao Niang, is that room really interesting?"

Zhang Qiaoniang said, "I have smoked it with mugwort several times, but how can it taste like?"

Lin Chengzhi immediately wanted to say nothing.

It happened that this Japanese brother came back from vacation. When he returned home, he felt that the atmosphere at home was very serious: "Dad, mom, what happened at home?"

Lin Chengzhi looked at him and asked with a stern face: "Why did you tell your second sister that the room we prepared for Boyuan was damp and had a musty smell?"

Brother Wen said without thinking: "It was my second sister who asked me, and I can't lie to her anymore."

Zhang's voice became louder: "Washing from inside and out, it was also incense and perfume, how could it be smelly? Brother Wen, are you stupid to read?"

I used to think about opening a restaurant, but now let alone a restaurant. If Qingshu broke off contact with them, I might not even be able to keep the breakfast shop. It was because I was too anxious, so I couldn't speak well.

Brother Wen couldn't help but look at the group and said, "Dad, mother, can't you smell such a big smell? I almost vomited when I was disgusted."

Lin Chengzhi immediately understood that there was something wrong with his and Qingshu's cognition, which led to completely different ideas.

The Lin family was not in the mood to care about Qingshu. She is now very concerned about the case of the Xiangyang Hou Mansion.

Qingshu said, "It's been three days, why is there no movement in Dali Temple?"

Dali Temple mainly manages officials, unlike the yamen, which controls ordinary people, so no one is allowed to attend the trial of Dali Temple.

Fu Jingen said: "The Xu family has a lot of things this time, and it takes some time to investigate and collect evidence."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know the specifics, but the case should be closed in half a month."

"What will happen to the Xu family?"

Fu Jingen shook his head and said, "It's probably because he's given up his title. The emperor has been impatient with raising these nobles. If he doesn't do anything all day, he will make a lot of trouble."

When Qingshu heard this, he couldn't help but say: "We must formulate strict family rules like the Wu family in the future, otherwise we might not lose without three generations."

Fu Jingen said with a smile: "Even if the family rules are strict, it will only make the family prosperous for a longer time. However, many famous families have been submerged in the long river of history throughout the ages."

No matter how strict the rules of the Wu family are, it will eventually decline. After all, no dynasty or family can last forever.

Qingshu said: "I won't care about it in the future, but I will definitely not do it before I close my eyes."
Chapter completed!