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Chapter 159: 061 Arrives in Jiangjing, Who Will Be

Ji Mulan instinctively recalled that Ji Heng had also gone fishing that afternoon.

There was someone with a fish… it seemed…

Ji Heng called him Xiaochen?

It was too chaotic at the time, and Ji Mulan hadn’t heard very clearly, but then she laughed at herself, wondering what she was thinking.

How could she associate the ‘Master Chen’ mentioned by Miss Xu and the others with those shady characters?

She and Xu En were aware of Xu Yajun.

However, Ren Qian and Chen Gang didn’t know and exchanged shocked glances. Could this girl actually be so familiar with Master Chen’s whereabouts?

“You want to invite him to dinner?” Xu Yajun looked at Xu En and pondered slightly, thinking that she would likely return after receiving the Lanting Award, “I’ll ask him for you later.”

“That would be great!” Xu En’s eyes lit up.

He found it hard to even meet Master Chen, but it was not the case for Xu Yajun.

Across the table, Ren Qian and Chen Gang looked at each other, Xu Yajun’s tone suggesting she was quite familiar with Master Chen, prompting a new realization about her identity.

Xu Yajun, having no interest in the others, left early to rest after finishing her meal.

After she left, Ren Qian raised a glass to Xu En: “The young lady just now is…”

“Her?” Xu En didn’t hide anything. Being new to Xiangcheng, he wanted to use this opportunity to create some buzz for himself, “She’s my old classmate’s daughter, a student of President Xue of the Traditional Calligraphers Association. Miss Xu Yajun. You might not have heard of her in Xiangcheng, but she’s quite famous in Jiangjing. You know about the Lanting Award, right? She’s a shoo-in for the first prize.”

The Traditional Calligraphers Association, President Xue—Ren Qian and Chen Gang might not be familiar with these names.

But Ren Qian had heard of the Lanting Award.

Ren Wanxuan had wanted to apply for the Lanting Award this year but was rejected by Qiu Xuezheng, yet this Miss Xu was actually aiming for the first prize.

Both of them had their calculations.

Meanwhile, at Ji Heng’s place.

Director Chen and Xiaomao stayed for dinner.

He cooked himself in the evening, preparing fish head with chopped chilis, sour soup fish, and hand-made fish balls for the soup.

The skill wasn’t anything impressive, but it was very homely.

Director Chen took a photo and posted it on social media—

[Thanks, Uncle Ji, this is delicious [image]]

Jiang He was visible, just a little, in the picture.

He seldom posted on social media, but most people liked his photo.

Director Chen was just about to put away his phone when suddenly, a notification popped up on his social feed—

[Junior Jiang liked your post]

For a moment, Director Chen felt as if he saw his dismal life flash before his eyes. He stared at the like with trepidation, sweat forming on his back. Had he offended him recently?

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Shortly afterwards, Jiang Xijue and Ming Dongheng also liked his post.

Chi Yundai commented: [This is clearly not as good as the one I made, why not show off mine, and yet so many people liked this?]

Ming Dongheng replied to Chi Yundai: [(smile)]

Chi Yundai replied to Ming Dongheng: [???]

After dinner, Bai Lian went to wash the dishes, but Director Chen and Mao Kun both stood up “whoosh” and snatched the dishes from her hands.

Ji Heng leisurely filled his own tobacco, and seeing Director Chen stand up, he chuckled, tapping the tobacco pipe: “Let her wash, she was the only one who didn’t help me cook.”

At home, Ji Heng cooking and Bai Lian washing the dishes was a matter of course.

How could Director Chen dare?

Not just Director Chen, Mao Kun was also feeling nervous about the idea of his sister washing dishes.

Will the dishes still be there tomorrow?

He reached out and snatched the dishes back from Director Chen, saying cheerfully, “No need, I’ll do it, I’ll do it. I love washing dishes the most!”

Mao Kun was strong, and Director Chen simply couldn’t snatch the dishes back, “I’ll help you dry the dishes!”

Missing out on the chance to show off, Director Chen followed Mao Kun closely. Halfway there, he suddenly felt that Mao Kun’s head of blonde hair was very familiar.

Jiang He sat aside, watching the two of them squeeze into the kitchen, utterly speechless.

Ji Heng’s courtyard had grown more vibrant lately, as he watched Jiang He solving the Rubik’s cube.

When he saw Bai Lian come out looking relaxed, he asked again: “How could you let a guest do the dishes?”

“I did want to wash them.” Bai Lian sat down lazily.

But she saw Director Chen and Mao Kun looking almost ready to cry.

“Did you block your mother today?” Ji Heng remembered this issue, telling Jiang He to go farther away before lighting up a cigarette.

Bai Lian took out her phone and put on her earphones, “Yeah.”

Ji Heng sighed; he knew Ji Mulan’s issues very well. He smoked silently for a while before saying, “Add her back. She’s your mother. After I’m gone, she will be your only family…”

He didn’t want the future Bai Lian to be entirely alone.

“Grandpa,” Bai Lian suddenly stood up, interrupting Ji Heng, “I’m going to Jiangjing in a few days.”

Ji Heng was taken aback as he lifted his gaze, holding the pipe: “…Jiangjing? With your mother?”