Chapter 430
Chapter 430
Chapter 430
There is a Baocheng Ramen Restaurant on Jingming Road, XC District, Jiangzhou City.
The noodle shop has been open on Jingming Road for decades. Because of its good taste, it has many repeat customers.
Especially at night, those who don’t want to cook at home will drag their families to the restaurant to eat noodles.
A bowl of beef noodles is 18 yuan. The bowl is large and filling. Some parents with children can order one portion to feed two people.
Of course, the most delicious ones are their side dishes, which are spicy and sweet, crisp and refreshing. Some people even come to his place to eat noodles just for their side dishes.
It's a pity that his side dishes are not sold, otherwise many people would definitely spend money to buy them.
"Boss, this side dish of yours is really unique. How do you make it? Tell me the secret."
That evening, an old customer sat in the shop and asked with a smile while eating noodles.
The noodle shop owner Luo Baocheng laughed when he heard this and said: "This is a business secret. If I tell you, how can I still do business?"
In fact, the customer just said this and didn't really want to ask Luo Baocheng for the secret recipe.
So the customer did not continue to ask further, but said: "You can completely sell this side dish as a commodity. There must be many people coming to buy it."
When Luo Baocheng heard this, he shook his head and said, "I think it's delicious, but actually my side dish is far from good."
"Oh, is there anyone who can cook better than you?" the customer asked in surprise upon hearing this.
Luo Baocheng didn't say anything, but a waiter in the store took over and said: "Of course she is our boss's wife. Our boss talks about it every day, so it must be her."
"You're just talking, go get to work." Hearing this, Luo Baocheng glared at the young waiter, but he wasn't really angry.
"Oh, yes, I haven't seen your wife for so long?" The customer was also a little surprised when he heard this.
Luo Baocheng, who was smoking, paused when he heard this, and said slowly in the curl of smoke: "He has been dead for many years."
"Ah, I'm sorry." The customer said apologetically.
"It's okay, it's all over, it's over..."
Seeing that Luo Baocheng seemed to be lost in memories and lost interest in talking, the customer stopped talking.
The waiter who was sitting aside glanced at the boss who was in a daze and quietly took out his mobile phone.
At this moment, the door curtain was opened, and a gust of wind blew in, waking up Luo Baocheng who was in a daze.
Seeing the visitor, he quickly stood up and asked: "Boss, what can I have something to eat?"
The visitor looked up at the menu on the wall and found that there were many varieties, from beef noodles to beef fried rice, from sausage fried noodles to sausage fried rice, etc.
"Bring me a bowl of beef noodles," Song Ci said.
"Okay, sit down, you'll be ready soon."
Luo Baocheng put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, threw it into the trash can, and then walked to the kitchen. The waiter who was playing with his mobile phone quickly put it away.
The noodles are served very quickly, and the crystal clear noodle soup is sprinkled with some chopped green onion, which makes people look very appetizing.
There is a layer of beef on the edge of the bowl, which is as thin as a cicada, but there is not a lot of it.
A bowl of noodles like this only costs 18 yuan, which seems to be very worth it.
Song Ci took a bite of the noodles, which were chewy and chewy. He also added a piece of beef, which was salty and slightly sweet. Because it was cut thin, it melted in the mouth and hardly required much chewing.
The reason why a lot of beef is unpalatable is that it cannot be cooked thoroughly, cannot be chewed, and cannot be savored.
The boss's knife skills solve these problems. Because it is thin, it is easy to chew and easy to taste.
"Boss, your noodles are so delicious." Song Ci praised.
"Is this your first time here?" The boss lit another cigarette.
Smoking is definitely not allowed in this small restaurant, but the boss still consciously sits far away from the guests.
"Yes, I happened to be hungry when I was passing by here, so I came in to try it." Song Ci said while eating the noodles.
"Then you are really in the right place. This noodle shop has been open here for more than ten years. The taste is really incredible."
Luo Baocheng didn't say anything. The customer who had just eaten noodles spoke for him.
"Really? It's been open for more than ten years."
"That's of course. Several shops nearby have changed one after another. Only Boss Luo's shop has been open until now. It's because Boss Luo's noodles are excellent, and you can also try their side dishes. taste……"
"Oh, really?" Song Ci became interested after hearing this.
"The side dishes are there, you can make them yourself. Eat as much as you want and don't waste it." Luo Baocheng pointed to a corner with a smile.
Song Ci walked over and saw three yellow enamel basins containing three side dishes.
Beans, pickled peas and pickled ginger.
There is also a vinegar dish next to it for serving.
These three side dishes are not uncommon, and many small restaurants provide them.
"This is all made by the boss himself, which is different from what is sold outside."
The customer just now saw the hesitation on Song Ci's face and immediately said something else.
So Song Ci got himself some beans.
When I returned to my seat, I took a piece and put it in my mouth. My eyes lit up immediately. It was indeed delicious.
"Is it delicious?" The customer just now had been paying attention to Song Ci and asked immediately when he saw it.
"It's delicious." Song Ci nodded amusedly.
This customer is an old man with gray hair. He is very talkative and eats noodles very slowly.
"Since my wife passed away, I am too lazy to cook at night, so I come here to eat a bowl of noodles every day."
"Thank you, old man, for your support."
"Haha, the main reason is that your food is honest and tastes good."
Song Ci listened to the conversation between the two and did not speak again, but concentrated on eating noodles.
Song Ci quickly finished the bowl of noodles, then stood up and said: "Boss, pay the bill."
"Eighteen, just scan here." Luo Baocheng pointed to the QR code on the counter.
"Young man, does the noodles taste good?" The old man also finished eating the noodles, but did not leave immediately.
"Very good, Boss Zhang, your craftsmanship is really impressive." Song Ci stared at Luo Baocheng and said with a smile.
Luo Baocheng looked a little flustered when he heard this, but soon calmed down. He took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, and the fireworks burned a lot.
He looked at Song Ci with his eyes, and there was even a hint of a smile on his lips.
But the old man next to him smiled and said, "You are mistaken. The boss's surname is Luo, not Zhang."
"Really? I may have made a mistake, but the noodles are indeed delicious. Come again next time." Song Ci said with a smile.
"Welcome at any time." Luo Baocheng also said with a smile.
Song Ci also smiled slightly, and then walked out the door.
Watching Song Ci go out, Luo Baocheng put out his cigarette butt again, then stood up and said loudly: "Xiao Wu, don't be lazy, come with me. Haven't you always wanted to know why the noodles I make are so delicious..."
"Wow, boss, are you finally willing to teach me?" The young waiter named Xiao Wu stood up excitedly after hearing this.
The old customer who just talked to Song Ci looked back at Luo Baocheng's back after hearing this, and then looked out the door with a thoughtful expression.
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Nuan Nuan leaned in front of Song Ci and sniffed like a puppy.
"what are you doing?"
"Did you go out to eat and drink alone?" Nuannuan asked with her hands on her hips.
"No, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense. I can smell it. Why don't you take me with you?" Nuannuan said loudly. "Really not, I have something to go to." Song Ci said helplessly.
"Xiao Ci, have you had dinner? Do you want me to get you something to eat?" Kong Yumei came over and asked.
They had also just had dinner.
"I've eaten. I had a bowl of beef noodles."
"Beef? And noodles?" Nuannuan's voice immediately rose an octave higher.
"What? Do you think the beef noodles outside are better than the food cooked by grandma?" Song Ci asked with a smile.
Nuannuan was about to nod when she suddenly realized something was wrong and turned to look at Kong Yumei next to her.
But she saw her grandma looking at her with a smile.
"The rice cooked by grandma is the most delicious. Let me tell you, I also had barbecued meat at night. It was delicious, but you didn't get it. Are you sad? Are you sad?"
"Yes, yes, I'm so sad right now, so sad. Did you leave some for me?"
"No, I've finished eating." After Nuannuan said that, she turned around and ran away.
Because she really forgot to leave some for Song Ci, she was afraid that if Song Ci continued to ask questions, she would feel guilty.
So stay away and act as if nothing happened.
Seeing her panicked look, Song Ci and Kong Yumei both laughed.
But this little guy was forgetful and quickly joined in again.
"Dad, look at the painting I drew today."
Nuannuan showed him the painting she drew in class today.
"what is this?"
Song Ci looked at her painting with several small figures followed by a tiger, and was completely puzzled by its meaning.
"This is us going outside to play, this is you, this is grandpa, this is grandma, and this is me..."
"Oh, I see, and then I met the big tiger."
"No, this is Huang Lihong."
"Uh... this Huang Lihong is bigger than a human. I believe it is a tiger." Song Ci said speechlessly.
Nuan Nuan became a little angry when she heard this, and took the painting back from Song Ci's hand.
"You don't understand anything, I won't tell you anything."
After that, she turned around to find her grandpa and asked her grandma to comment on her.
Seeing her leaving, Yun Shiqi, who had been watching the news, suddenly turned to Song Ci and asked, "Do you have any clues about the case in your hand?"
Since Song Ci told him about the new case last time, he has been paying attention to it.
Song Ci nodded and said, "Well, I have a clue."
Yun Shiqi glanced at him in surprise.
Then he said: "There is still some ability."
In fact, he was more than a little capable. Yun Shiqi had already given Song Ci a thumbs up in his mind. There were no substantial clues in this case. Everything was based on assumptions. Trying to find out the clues was no less than finding a needle in a haystack.
Song Ci was able to find clues in such a short period of time, which is very commendable.
"Thank you dad for the compliment." Song Ci smiled.
"I didn't praise you." Yun Shiqi rolled his eyes at him.
Song Ci smiled and did not continue. The old man was an arrogant old man with a stubborn temper. It would be useless to talk too much.
He didn't speak, but Yun Shiqi quickly couldn't help but ask: "What clues have you found?"
"Zhang Changgong is not dead." Song Ci said.
"Then who was the one who died that year?"
"Who knows, it might be called..."
Song Ci was about to say that he might be called Luo Baocheng, but Zhang Changgong took over the other person's identity, and then realized that if Luo Baocheng died, then his soul might not return to the sea of souls.
But then he realized what would happen if he found him. He had already found the whereabouts of the long bow through the jar, so he leaned back on the sofa.
"What's wrong? You were so surprised?" Yun Shiqi asked.
"It's nothing, I just remembered something." Song Ci said.
When Yun Shiqi heard this, he did not continue to ask this question, but asked: "So what do you think?"
Song Ci was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then realized that Yun Shiqi also saw the potential reason why the police handed this case to Song Ci.
Song Ci scratched his head. He didn't know how to answer for a while because he himself felt confused.
Should we choose personal justice or procedural justice?
The people Zhang Changgong killed were not innocent people. It is only natural to kill people to pay for their lives. So personally, Song Ci definitely supports Zhang Changgong.
But from the standpoint of the police, killing is killing, no matter what the reason is.
And if Song Ci exposes Zhang Changgong's crimes to the police, he will not only prove to the police his ability to handle cases, but also prove to the police that he will not be swayed by personal emotions and will stand on the same side as the police.
The police will naturally have more trust in them, and cooperation will be closer in the future.
"Dad, what do you think I should choose?" Song Ci asked.
"You shouldn't ask me about this. You should ask yourself. Just do what you think." Yun Shiqi said.
"Oh." Song Ci naturally supported Zhang Changgong's approach.
As if he knew what Song Ci was thinking, Yun Shiqi said: "You are not a policeman, so you don't need to think about whether you are sorry for the clothes you are wearing."
Song Ci looked happy when he heard this.
"Dad, you're right."
"And why did you set up this consulting company? Is it for money? Are you still short of money now?"
"Haha, Dad, thank you, I know what you did." Song Ci said happily after hearing this.
Yun Shiqi saw that he was no longer confused, and then chuckled: "And no matter what you choose, the police will never stop cooperating with you."
"Eh? Why?"
"Because they also want the crime detection rate, which is their political performance. It doesn't matter whether you and them are on the same side."
"What Dad said makes sense, why didn't I think of this? Dad, you are smarter. If I had known earlier, I would have come to ask you for advice, so I wouldn't have been struggling for so long." Song Ci praised loudly.
Hearing this, Yun Shiqi had a proud look on his face.
"You are still young and have too little experience. Many times, you see things too superficially," Yun Shiqi said.
"Dad is right, I should learn more from you." Song Ci said immediately after hearing this.
Then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, forming a slight smile, but it quickly disappeared.
"Dad, come here, come here..."
At this moment, Nuannuan stood at the stairs on the second floor, waving to him.
Song Ci stood up and walked over. Seeing him leaving, Yun Shiqi chuckled lightly.
He whispered: "I'm still a little younger, do you really think I'm old and confused?"
But when he said this, he still had a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)
There is a Baocheng Ramen Restaurant on Jingming Road, XC District, Jiangzhou City.
The noodle shop has been open on Jingming Road for decades. Because of its good taste, it has many repeat customers.
Especially at night, those who don’t want to cook at home will drag their families to the restaurant to eat noodles.
A bowl of beef noodles is 18 yuan. The bowl is large and filling. Some parents with children can order one portion to feed two people.
Of course, the most delicious ones are their side dishes, which are spicy and sweet, crisp and refreshing. Some people even come to his place to eat noodles just for their side dishes.
It's a pity that his side dishes are not sold, otherwise many people would definitely spend money to buy them.
"Boss, this side dish of yours is really unique. How do you make it? Tell me the secret."
That evening, an old customer sat in the shop and asked with a smile while eating noodles.
The noodle shop owner Luo Baocheng laughed when he heard this and said: "This is a business secret. If I tell you, how can I still do business?"
In fact, the customer just said this and didn't really want to ask Luo Baocheng for the secret recipe.
So the customer did not continue to ask further, but said: "You can completely sell this side dish as a commodity. There must be many people coming to buy it."
When Luo Baocheng heard this, he shook his head and said, "I think it's delicious, but actually my side dish is far from good."
"Oh, is there anyone who can cook better than you?" the customer asked in surprise upon hearing this.
Luo Baocheng didn't say anything, but a waiter in the store took over and said: "Of course she is our boss's wife. Our boss talks about it every day, so it must be her."
"You're just talking, go get to work." Hearing this, Luo Baocheng glared at the young waiter, but he wasn't really angry.
"Oh, yes, I haven't seen your wife for so long?" The customer was also a little surprised when he heard this.
Luo Baocheng, who was smoking, paused when he heard this, and said slowly in the curl of smoke: "He has been dead for many years."
"Ah, I'm sorry." The customer said apologetically.
"It's okay, it's all over, it's over..."
Seeing that Luo Baocheng seemed to be lost in memories and lost interest in talking, the customer stopped talking.
The waiter who was sitting aside glanced at the boss who was in a daze and quietly took out his mobile phone.
At this moment, the door curtain was opened, and a gust of wind blew in, waking up Luo Baocheng who was in a daze.
Seeing the visitor, he quickly stood up and asked: "Boss, what can I have something to eat?"
The visitor looked up at the menu on the wall and found that there were many varieties, from beef noodles to beef fried rice, from sausage fried noodles to sausage fried rice, etc.
"Bring me a bowl of beef noodles," Song Ci said.
"Okay, sit down, you'll be ready soon."
Luo Baocheng put out his cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, threw it into the trash can, and then walked to the kitchen. The waiter who was playing with his mobile phone quickly put it away.
The noodles are served very quickly, and the crystal clear noodle soup is sprinkled with some chopped green onion, which makes people look very appetizing.
There is a layer of beef on the edge of the bowl, which is as thin as a cicada, but there is not a lot of it.
A bowl of noodles like this only costs 18 yuan, which seems to be very worth it.
Song Ci took a bite of the noodles, which were chewy and chewy. He also added a piece of beef, which was salty and slightly sweet. Because it was cut thin, it melted in the mouth and hardly required much chewing.
The reason why a lot of beef is unpalatable is that it cannot be cooked thoroughly, cannot be chewed, and cannot be savored.
The boss's knife skills solve these problems. Because it is thin, it is easy to chew and easy to taste.
"Boss, your noodles are so delicious." Song Ci praised.
"Is this your first time here?" The boss lit another cigarette.
Smoking is definitely not allowed in this small restaurant, but the boss still consciously sits far away from the guests.
"Yes, I happened to be hungry when I was passing by here, so I came in to try it." Song Ci said while eating the noodles.
"Then you are really in the right place. This noodle shop has been open here for more than ten years. The taste is really incredible."
Luo Baocheng didn't say anything. The customer who had just eaten noodles spoke for him.
"Really? It's been open for more than ten years."
"That's of course. Several shops nearby have changed one after another. Only Boss Luo's shop has been open until now. It's because Boss Luo's noodles are excellent, and you can also try their side dishes. taste……"
"Oh, really?" Song Ci became interested after hearing this.
"The side dishes are there, you can make them yourself. Eat as much as you want and don't waste it." Luo Baocheng pointed to a corner with a smile.
Song Ci walked over and saw three yellow enamel basins containing three side dishes.
Beans, pickled peas and pickled ginger.
There is also a vinegar dish next to it for serving.
These three side dishes are not uncommon, and many small restaurants provide them.
"This is all made by the boss himself, which is different from what is sold outside."
The customer just now saw the hesitation on Song Ci's face and immediately said something else.
So Song Ci got himself some beans.
When I returned to my seat, I took a piece and put it in my mouth. My eyes lit up immediately. It was indeed delicious.
"Is it delicious?" The customer just now had been paying attention to Song Ci and asked immediately when he saw it.
"It's delicious." Song Ci nodded amusedly.
This customer is an old man with gray hair. He is very talkative and eats noodles very slowly.
"Since my wife passed away, I am too lazy to cook at night, so I come here to eat a bowl of noodles every day."
"Thank you, old man, for your support."
"Haha, the main reason is that your food is honest and tastes good."
Song Ci listened to the conversation between the two and did not speak again, but concentrated on eating noodles.
Song Ci quickly finished the bowl of noodles, then stood up and said: "Boss, pay the bill."
"Eighteen, just scan here." Luo Baocheng pointed to the QR code on the counter.
"Young man, does the noodles taste good?" The old man also finished eating the noodles, but did not leave immediately.
"Very good, Boss Zhang, your craftsmanship is really impressive." Song Ci stared at Luo Baocheng and said with a smile.
Luo Baocheng looked a little flustered when he heard this, but soon calmed down. He took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, and the fireworks burned a lot.
He looked at Song Ci with his eyes, and there was even a hint of a smile on his lips.
But the old man next to him smiled and said, "You are mistaken. The boss's surname is Luo, not Zhang."
"Really? I may have made a mistake, but the noodles are indeed delicious. Come again next time." Song Ci said with a smile.
"Welcome at any time." Luo Baocheng also said with a smile.
Song Ci also smiled slightly, and then walked out the door.
Watching Song Ci go out, Luo Baocheng put out his cigarette butt again, then stood up and said loudly: "Xiao Wu, don't be lazy, come with me. Haven't you always wanted to know why the noodles I make are so delicious..."
"Wow, boss, are you finally willing to teach me?" The young waiter named Xiao Wu stood up excitedly after hearing this.
The old customer who just talked to Song Ci looked back at Luo Baocheng's back after hearing this, and then looked out the door with a thoughtful expression.
-
Nuan Nuan leaned in front of Song Ci and sniffed like a puppy.
"what are you doing?"
"Did you go out to eat and drink alone?" Nuannuan asked with her hands on her hips.
"No, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense. I can smell it. Why don't you take me with you?" Nuannuan said loudly. "Really not, I have something to go to." Song Ci said helplessly.
"Xiao Ci, have you had dinner? Do you want me to get you something to eat?" Kong Yumei came over and asked.
They had also just had dinner.
"I've eaten. I had a bowl of beef noodles."
"Beef? And noodles?" Nuannuan's voice immediately rose an octave higher.
"What? Do you think the beef noodles outside are better than the food cooked by grandma?" Song Ci asked with a smile.
Nuannuan was about to nod when she suddenly realized something was wrong and turned to look at Kong Yumei next to her.
But she saw her grandma looking at her with a smile.
"The rice cooked by grandma is the most delicious. Let me tell you, I also had barbecued meat at night. It was delicious, but you didn't get it. Are you sad? Are you sad?"
"Yes, yes, I'm so sad right now, so sad. Did you leave some for me?"
"No, I've finished eating." After Nuannuan said that, she turned around and ran away.
Because she really forgot to leave some for Song Ci, she was afraid that if Song Ci continued to ask questions, she would feel guilty.
So stay away and act as if nothing happened.
Seeing her panicked look, Song Ci and Kong Yumei both laughed.
But this little guy was forgetful and quickly joined in again.
"Dad, look at the painting I drew today."
Nuannuan showed him the painting she drew in class today.
"what is this?"
Song Ci looked at her painting with several small figures followed by a tiger, and was completely puzzled by its meaning.
"This is us going outside to play, this is you, this is grandpa, this is grandma, and this is me..."
"Oh, I see, and then I met the big tiger."
"No, this is Huang Lihong."
"Uh... this Huang Lihong is bigger than a human. I believe it is a tiger." Song Ci said speechlessly.
Nuan Nuan became a little angry when she heard this, and took the painting back from Song Ci's hand.
"You don't understand anything, I won't tell you anything."
After that, she turned around to find her grandpa and asked her grandma to comment on her.
Seeing her leaving, Yun Shiqi, who had been watching the news, suddenly turned to Song Ci and asked, "Do you have any clues about the case in your hand?"
Since Song Ci told him about the new case last time, he has been paying attention to it.
Song Ci nodded and said, "Well, I have a clue."
Yun Shiqi glanced at him in surprise.
Then he said: "There is still some ability."
In fact, he was more than a little capable. Yun Shiqi had already given Song Ci a thumbs up in his mind. There were no substantial clues in this case. Everything was based on assumptions. Trying to find out the clues was no less than finding a needle in a haystack.
Song Ci was able to find clues in such a short period of time, which is very commendable.
"Thank you dad for the compliment." Song Ci smiled.
"I didn't praise you." Yun Shiqi rolled his eyes at him.
Song Ci smiled and did not continue. The old man was an arrogant old man with a stubborn temper. It would be useless to talk too much.
He didn't speak, but Yun Shiqi quickly couldn't help but ask: "What clues have you found?"
"Zhang Changgong is not dead." Song Ci said.
"Then who was the one who died that year?"
"Who knows, it might be called..."
Song Ci was about to say that he might be called Luo Baocheng, but Zhang Changgong took over the other person's identity, and then realized that if Luo Baocheng died, then his soul might not return to the sea of souls.
But then he realized what would happen if he found him. He had already found the whereabouts of the long bow through the jar, so he leaned back on the sofa.
"What's wrong? You were so surprised?" Yun Shiqi asked.
"It's nothing, I just remembered something." Song Ci said.
When Yun Shiqi heard this, he did not continue to ask this question, but asked: "So what do you think?"
Song Ci was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then realized that Yun Shiqi also saw the potential reason why the police handed this case to Song Ci.
Song Ci scratched his head. He didn't know how to answer for a while because he himself felt confused.
Should we choose personal justice or procedural justice?
The people Zhang Changgong killed were not innocent people. It is only natural to kill people to pay for their lives. So personally, Song Ci definitely supports Zhang Changgong.
But from the standpoint of the police, killing is killing, no matter what the reason is.
And if Song Ci exposes Zhang Changgong's crimes to the police, he will not only prove to the police his ability to handle cases, but also prove to the police that he will not be swayed by personal emotions and will stand on the same side as the police.
The police will naturally have more trust in them, and cooperation will be closer in the future.
"Dad, what do you think I should choose?" Song Ci asked.
"You shouldn't ask me about this. You should ask yourself. Just do what you think." Yun Shiqi said.
"Oh." Song Ci naturally supported Zhang Changgong's approach.
As if he knew what Song Ci was thinking, Yun Shiqi said: "You are not a policeman, so you don't need to think about whether you are sorry for the clothes you are wearing."
Song Ci looked happy when he heard this.
"Dad, you're right."
"And why did you set up this consulting company? Is it for money? Are you still short of money now?"
"Haha, Dad, thank you, I know what you did." Song Ci said happily after hearing this.
Yun Shiqi saw that he was no longer confused, and then chuckled: "And no matter what you choose, the police will never stop cooperating with you."
"Eh? Why?"
"Because they also want the crime detection rate, which is their political performance. It doesn't matter whether you and them are on the same side."
"What Dad said makes sense, why didn't I think of this? Dad, you are smarter. If I had known earlier, I would have come to ask you for advice, so I wouldn't have been struggling for so long." Song Ci praised loudly.
Hearing this, Yun Shiqi had a proud look on his face.
"You are still young and have too little experience. Many times, you see things too superficially," Yun Shiqi said.
"Dad is right, I should learn more from you." Song Ci said immediately after hearing this.
Then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, forming a slight smile, but it quickly disappeared.
"Dad, come here, come here..."
At this moment, Nuannuan stood at the stairs on the second floor, waving to him.
Song Ci stood up and walked over. Seeing him leaving, Yun Shiqi chuckled lightly.
He whispered: "I'm still a little younger, do you really think I'm old and confused?"
But when he said this, he still had a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)