Chapter 701: Going out and going home with dumplings
Shen Zizhuo answered Chen Li simply: "We will replenish the goods from the Golden Triangle."
Chen Li did not dare to object to Shen Zizhuo's decision. He also knew that Shen Zizhuo needed money a lot in the past few months. If he was so anxious to do business with the Tang family, he was definitely short of money again.
Chen Li could only sigh in his heart. If he keeps burning money like this, he won't be able to afford it no matter how rich he is.
"I will contact the Golden Triangle as soon as possible and ask them to replenish a batch of goods for us." Chen Li took the order.
Shen Zizhuo nodded, pondered for a moment and then said: "I made an appointment with Tang San. You and I will go to meet him tomorrow night."
Chen Li understood Shen Zizhuo's purpose of taking him there, which was to let him confirm Tang San's identity. After all, Tang San rarely showed up, and not many people had seen him. And because of his disagreement with Young Master Tang,
He was often locked up, and sometimes he didn't show up for months at a time.
After explaining the matter, Shen Zizhuo didn't stay any longer, got up and left Chen Li's villa.
As soon as he left, Chen Li called Fang Cheng and He Siyi over.
The two came together not long after, and He Siyi asked: "Brother Li, do you have anything to do with us?"
Chen Li motioned for them to sit down, and then told Shen Zizhuo's order, which meant that after the Golden Triangle came over to replenish the goods, they would be responsible for receiving and trading.
"It's been a bit tense lately, Brother Li, should we wait a little longer?" He Siyi frowned and suggested.
Could Chen Li not know that the news is tight? Because Ye Lancheng is suspected of drug trafficking, the Drug Enforcement Administration has been keeping an eye on this area. If Shen Zizhuo hadn't been blocking it, he might have snuck someone in.
But there is no way, this is Shen Zizhuo's order.
"You just follow my instructions, Young Master Shen will take care of the rest." Chen Li reassured them.
He Siyi and Fang Cheng had no choice but to nod, indicating that they understood.
After staying with Chen Li for a while, the two of them left after discussing some details of receiving goods and transactions.
After Fang Cheng drove the car far away from Chen Li's villa, He Siyi was pleasantly surprised and said: "Your guess is indeed correct. Shen Zizhuo will definitely go out of his way to raise money."
Fang Cheng laughed and said, "I didn't guess this, someone told me."
"Someone told you? Who?" He Siyi knew that there was always an expert guiding Fang Cheng, and she always wanted to know who the expert was, and why he could turn disaster into good fortune every time.
Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "I can't tell you yet, but you will know soon. Ah Si, the matter is almost over. When it is over, I will tell you everything you want to know."
He Siyi nodded obediently and did not ask any more questions.
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At night, An Zhisu successfully met Ye Lancheng under the arrangement of Uncle Jiang. She specially put on light makeup tonight to cover the haggardness on her face and the dark circles under her eyes. She also put on a little light pink blush.
I also applied a thin layer of lipstick, which made me look energetic and beautiful.
"A Cheng..." An Zhisu wanted to be reserved, but as soon as she saw Ye Lancheng, her reserve was shattered by longing, and she threw herself into his arms in pieces.
Ye Lancheng hugged his young wife. She exuded the fragrance of shower gel, a brand commonly used in their home. The faint fragrance of jasmine was her smell, his smell, and the smell of their home.
Ye Lancheng considers himself not a family-loving person. He usually travels for half a month or a month on business. He stays in a hotel and never thinks about going home.
But this time, he had only been away from home for seven days, and he couldn't bear it anymore. He missed her and his home almost crazy.
An Zhisu endured the soreness on the tip of her nose. She didn't want to cry or be vulnerable. She just wanted Ye Lancheng to see her strong side and let him know that she could accompany him through all the difficulties.
The couple hugged each other quietly, no one spoke. After a long time, Ye Lancheng let go of his wife, lowered his head against her forehead, and breathed in her breath. He raised his lips slightly,
He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her pretty nose.
This was a somewhat dry kiss. His lips were not as moist as before due to lack of water. The kiss on the smooth tip of her nose was a bit prickly, which made her heart ache.
Ye Lancheng, who was like a proud son of heaven, had never suffered such a crime.
The tip of my nose was unbearably sour, my eyes couldn't help but moisten after enduring for a while, I wanted to cry, and my sanity was collapsing.
"Be good." Ye Lancheng's voice was hoarse, his nose twitched twice, and he tilted his head to look at the lunch box she placed on the table: "Did you bring me dumplings?"
An Zhisu nodded while holding back tears, and his voice was filled with a strong nasal sound: "I made it myself, my grandma made the dumpling fillings, my mom rolled the dumpling wrappers, and Aunt Rong cooked the dumplings."
This is a common saying and a folk custom in many places. Eating dumplings when going out means looking forward to reunion. It means a safe reunion and hopes to return soon.
An Zhisu specially made the dumplings for Ye Lancheng, just to symbolize a safe reunion.
Ye Lancheng knew it well, so he took his wife's hand and sat down at the table, opening the food box she brought. The food box was insulated. The top layer was dumpling soup, and the bottom layer was hot dumplings. No.
More or less, exactly twelve, arranged in pairs, neatly.
"The wrapping is a bit ugly." An Zhisu felt a little embarrassed. She could roll out dumpling wrappers and make a few dumplings, but her skills were not good and they were not as pretty as grandma's. The dumplings she made were of different shapes, whether they were good-looking or not.
It all depends on fate.
Ye Lancheng nodded: "It's a bit ugly."
An Zhisu was a bit angry: "What do you want to do to look so good? Just eat it. Do you want to eat it?"
Ye Lancheng chuckled when he saw his little wife's furry hair, and coaxed her in a good-tempered way: "Eat it, it smells delicious."
"Eat quickly, finish them all, and leave no one behind." An Zhisu ordered fiercely.
"Okay." Ye Lancheng put a dumpling into his mouth and chewed it gracefully.
An Zhisu looked at him with his chin propped up. Ye Lancheng had lost some weight, had a little more stubble on his chin, and his hair was a little longer. It was not as delicate as usual, but these flaws could not block his appearance at all, and he still looked downcast.
He is so handsome, and his temperament is still cool, just like the proud plum blossoms blooming in the dry winter, no matter how you look at it, you can't stop its cool plum fragrance.
Ye Lancheng held a dumpling and handed it to her mouth. The little wife put on makeup to cover up her haggardness and dark circles under her eyes, but it could not hide her thin chin. If he didn't say anything, it didn't mean he didn't feel sad.
An Zhisu shook his head and said seriously: "I don't want to eat them. There are quite a few of these dumplings. Two are stuffed with leeks, two are stuffed with cabbage, two are stuffed with celery, two are stuffed with fish, and two are stuffed with beef.
There are also two pork-filled ones, you have to finish them all, and you are not allowed to leave any leftovers, and you are not allowed to give them to me, otherwise it will be unlucky."
Ye Lancheng listened to his young wife's seriousness and raised the corners of his lips with a smile: "Why are there so many different kinds of fillings?"