Gong Jianping, whose pen name is Li Guang, is an avant-garde contemporary writer and screenwriter. He ranks first on the Forbes list of richest writers in China and is the deputy dean of the School of Liberal Arts of Xijing University.
Song Zilian's face turned green. This Longquan Temple was contracted by the School of Liberal Arts of Xijing University to build a team. Isn't this person Kong Youli's superior?
He seemed to suddenly think of the reason why Kong Youli was here. It seemed that it was not just to chat with Master Huiming.
At this time, there was a big movement on Ji Xinyao's end.
"Dad, the fish has bitten the hook, reel in the line quickly!"
"Okay! I've been fishing all day today and haven't caught anything yet. As soon as you came here, my luck came. You are really my lucky star!" Gong Jianping laughed and praised.
A plump grass carp was caught. Ji Xinyao only ate some vegetarian food for lunch, and she was a little greedy.
“This grass carp must be particularly fragrant when braised in braised sauce!”
Gong Jianping looked at her in shock, "This is a temple, and the fish you catch must be released."
Ji Xinyao showed a disappointed expression, "So you can't eat it..."
Gong Jianping didn't want her to be disappointed, so he thought about it and immediately said firmly, "It shouldn't matter if you eat one. Buddhists can eat Sanjing meat. I know there is a poor family in the back mountain. Let's give this fish to them later, and then give it to them."
Spend some money to solve their life problems. This is called compassion. Wait until dinner time to go to them for alms. You cannot choose what you get from alms. You can eat whatever you get. This is called cherishing blessings."
Ji Xinyao couldn't help but give a thumbs up. Gong Jianping was indeed a writer. He could tell the great principles of Buddhism even if he paid someone to cook.
"Dad, I will listen to you!"
So the two packed up their fishing gear, carried the fish, and walked to the back mountain.
Song Zilian followed, and when he even wondered if Ji Xinyao was about to forget him, Ji Xinyao called him.
"The sun is going down soon. Don't hide in the woods. Come over here. The food is about to be served. Uncle Simon has worked hard taking care of you today. Call him up too. Let's eat meat quietly!"
The sun hasn't completely set yet, but has just set on the top of the mountain, filling the sky with red clouds and illuminating the surrounding trees with a golden glow.
The house on the mountain still has the most primitive adobe walls. The owner moved out an old wooden table and seated everyone.
"The conditions are not good. Teacher Gong, you and a few guests will make do with it."
The host already knew him, and Ji Xinyao thought to herself that Gong Jianping had come to eat meat alone.
"Anywhere, I like the atmosphere here. It makes me feel particularly comfortable. After staying in Xijing for a long time, it is more reassuring to go up the mountain to cleanse and refresh myself."
After he finished speaking, the host smiled and stepped back, and Gong Jianping turned his attention to Song Zilian.
"Xinyao, what do you call these two friends of yours?"
Ji Xinyao pointed at Song Zilian and said, "Just call him Xiao Song. This is Uncle Simon next to him."
Gong Jianping had no interest in Song Zilian. Looking at Simon, who was wearing a formal butler uniform, he couldn't help but ask him, "Is it hot?"
Simon smiled and said, "I'm used to it."
"People tend to sweat easily when they reach middle age. It must be very hard to climb mountains if they wear such thick clothes." Gong Jianping was full of middle-aged sympathy for him.
Simon nodded, "Tired is a bit tiring. Professional requirements require you to be worthy of your job."
Soon, a large basin of fish was brought up. As a housekeeper, Simon's first step was to help Song Zilian remove the bones and give him the fish meat without fish bones.
Gong Jianping took a sip of wine and clicked his tongue.
"Young people today are so delicate. I think it was me who took the initiative to help Xinyao's mother skin the fish bones back then. I have to be more diligent, otherwise others will beat me to it."
Song Zilian bit into the fish, feeling a little at a loss.
He wasn't stupid either. Of course he could tell that Gong Jianping was inexplicably hostile to him, so he was trying to blame him.
"But... there is my saliva on the chopsticks. Isn't that inappropriate?"
Simon was purely serving him and didn't touch the chopsticks at all.
"I'll just come." Xi Neng quickly smoothed things over, "Does Miss Ji like to eat the fish's back or the fish's belly?"
Gong Jianping had something to say again, "It's not difficult to change to a pair of chopsticks."
At this time, even Ji Xinyao clearly felt that he did it on purpose.
She quickly explained, "Dad, we don't have that kind of relationship. We are just ordinary friends."
Gong Jianping suddenly seemed to be relieved, and raised his eyes slightly to look at Song Zilian, "That's good."
But at this time, Song Zilian was like a puppy with its tail hanging down. Hearing Ji Xinyao say that he was just an ordinary friend, his eyes were filled with disappointment.
Can ordinary friends kiss like them?
Can ordinary friends sleep in her bed?
Can ordinary friends have skin-to-skin contact with her?
Fuck his ordinary friends, Song Zilian just wants to skin fish for Ji Xinyao.
So Song Zilian stood up, walked into the adobe house, and asked the owner to bring him a pair of chopsticks and a clean bowl.
Soon, Ji Xinyao's bowl was filled with fish meat.
"Don't pinch it for me, just eat it yourself."
Even though it was all scenes where young people were present, Ji Xinyao felt a little embarrassed in front of her elders.
"It's okay, I'm not hungry."
"I'm very flexible, so I really don't need it."
At this time, Gong Jianping had something to say again.
"Today's young people really don't know how to be flexible. When I chased her mother, I could tell what her mother wanted just by looking at her."
If it were anyone else, Song Zilian would have wanted to directly strangle him and make him care more about him. But it happened that this was Ji Xinyao's biological father. If he and Ji Xinyao could get along well, she would be his future father-in-law.
.Song Zilian did not dare to offend.
He felt that he was now like a young daughter-in-law who met an evil mother-in-law. Should she give in or give in?
However, if Ji Xinyao just does the task and doesn't care about this father anymore in the future, Song Zilian can also fall out with him at any time.
"Xinyao, how about I help you get some more rice? When I just went to get the chopsticks, I saw that the rice they had cooked was drained rice, which is very fresh."
This time, Ji Xinyao did not refuse and let him go.
After Song Zilian left, Ji Xinyao asked Gong Jianping, "Dad, don't you like my friend that much? He is actually quite nice."
"No. If you don't want him to go, then dad goes and asks him to come back."
Gong Jianping stood up as he spoke, and Ji Xinyao quickly pushed him down.
"Dad, it's okay. You can let him go, but let's be gentler. He is also the young master of the family, and he has never been shouted at like this."
Gong Jianping sighed and observed Ji Xinyao's attitude. He didn't want his daughter, whom he just recognized, to be embarrassed because of such a trivial matter.
"Okay, okay, Dad knows. Dad has been a teacher for a long time and has some occupational diseases. Dad must change it, okay?"