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Chapter 72 Both Yu and Liang are born

Sigh...why did things develop like this? It's much crueler than I imagined.

Compared to Jiang Zheng, who looked more like he was ignited with anger, Du Shiyue's expression was obviously much more complicated.

After all, he is different from the time traveler who resurrected his life, dared to open up people's imagination when he was in elementary school, and would go against the will of nature at every turn.

No matter how smart Du Shiyue is, she is just a 17-year-old girl.

Scenes like this brutal struggle within a wealthy family, where relatives are killed for the sake of property.

Before, she had only seen it in novels and movies, or occasionally heard about it in news reports.

But those things are so far away that they have no sense of reality.

But now, this kind of bad thing happened to his best friend Shen Yunyi.

If you think about it carefully, Shen Yunyi is a real rich man, so it is not surprising that something like this happened.

After all, people's hearts are evil, especially in the face of huge wealth, it is very easy to be shrouded in malice.

But the more she thought about the malice that Shen Yunyi had to face from both outside and inside, the more Du Shiyue couldn't help but tremble all over.

No... Calm down, calm down, I must calm down.

The more complex and changeable the situation is, the more we need to think calmly.

In order to calm down, Du Shiyue quickly picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

The warm tea flowed into her stomach, which soothed her a little.

"Okay." After quickly adjusting, Du Shiyue reached out and patted her cheek, and said seriously:

"It's useless to think about it now. Let's sort out the information first."

Right now, there are still a lot of Mi'er's information files that haven't been read, and there might be some other clues in them.

In this case, let's focus on the task at hand first and do our best to collect intelligence beforehand.

Seeing Du Shiyue being so motivated, Jiang Zheng naturally nodded.

Then the two people began to carefully organize and record Mi'er's information and documents.

This sorting... took three hours.

The reason why it took so long for both of them to sort out is because these files are messy and messy.

The "whimsical little cat" didn't know where he got the information from, only the first few pictures were normal.

Most of the subsequent documents are insignificant things, and there are even information about other people with the same names mixed in.

After all, Mi'er couldn't be the only person with this name. After being collected through some special channels, it turned out like this, which made both of them feel big-headed.

Three hours passed, when Jiang Zheng finally raised his head with satisfaction and stretched his sore neck.

He was surprised to find that the time displayed on the wall clock had already passed the twelve o'clock mark.

No matter how you say it, it's too late, especially for Du Shiyue.

At this time, Jiang Zheng turned and looked at Du Shiyue, who was sitting next to him.

Although it was already late at night, the girl still had a clear look in her eyes and her face remained as usual.

Compared to Jiang Zheng, whose eyes were a little sore, Du Shiyue seemed to be more accustomed to such long-term work.

I am also cruel to this person who goes to work for four hours after school every day, then goes home to do homework and review, and still has time to read.

However, Jiang Zheng didn't have as much energy as Du Shiyue, so he had to put aside the documents he had sorted out and stood up to get a glass of water.

Goo~~~~~~
But just as Jiang Zheng stood up, his stomach made a very obscene growl.

Du Shiyue, who heard the cry, looked up at Jiang Zheng, who was holding his stomach, and said with a smile:

"Are you hungry? Looking at you, it seems like you didn't eat enough at the hot pot restaurant at night."

Don't forget, unlike Du Shiyue and the other four who ate from beginning to end, Jiang Zheng went out to talk to Brother Kun as soon as the food was served.

Although I also ate some hot-pot dishes when I came back, I didn't eat much in such a hurry that I felt a little hungry after working late at night.

Seeing Jiang Zheng's somewhat embarrassed expression, Du Shiyue also stood up, stretched out, and asked casually:
"Do you usually cook at home? What's in the refrigerator?"

"Ah? I still make it occasionally. There are some vegetables, noodles, eggs and so on in the refrigerator."

"That's enough. Wait a moment and I'll make you some midnight snack."

Crunch, Du Shiyue said as she walked over and opened the old refrigerator.

After rummaging through it, she quickly took out half a green onion, two tomatoes and three eggs, ready to show off her skills in the kitchen.

Seeing Du Shiyue's familiar appearance, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but asked curiously:
"You can also cook? Are you so good at it?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe your kitchen will be blown up. Do you dare to bet?"

Hearing the hint of provocation in Du Shiyue's tone, Jiang Zheng replied without hesitation:
"Bet, I have to bet. If the house blows up, I will travel through time again. What do I have to be afraid of?"

"Che is here talking in his sleep again. Just sit here and wait. It'll only take a few minutes."

Du Shiyue was almost used to Jiang Zheng's strange sleep talk.

She calmly carried a pile of ingredients into the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and started working very neatly.Listening to the noise coming from the kitchen, Jiang Zheng also leaned on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

I never expected that someone like me, a cyber orphan, would be cooking in the kitchen.

But how can I put it, this feeling is quite good.

Suddenly, Jiang Zheng sighed slightly and turned on his phone to read something to change his mind and stop thinking about serious things.

As soon as he opened a live broadcast website, he saw that the guy "Black Canopy" was still broadcasting.

Um?Hei Tianpeng is still broadcasting. It's so late. Tomorrow is Sunday, so it's normal for her to work overtime.

Judging from Jiang Zheng's experience of watching Hei Tianpeng's live broadcast for so long, Hei Tianpeng usually turns off the broadcast on time before twelve o'clock.

But every Saturday night, this guy usually works overtime like crazy, and occasionally even stays up all night.

It is precisely because of this characteristic that many people think that Hei Tianpeng is probably a student, at least not the kind of full-time anchor.

Just after Jiang Zhengdian entered, he found that the black thing seemed to be complaining to the audience.

"Today's young people are really more daring than the last, and they can't be disciplined at all."

"When I was little, when the teacher wanted to call the parents, I would immediately be frightened like a grandson."

"But now some young people are not afraid at all. I am really confused... Hey, barrage, don't say they are orphans. How can there be so many orphans in the world!"

Watching Heitianpeng interacting with the barrage in a familiar manner, he opened his teeth and claws while interacting, and from time to time he made a sound like a kettle.

That scene really made Jiang Zheng smile knowingly.

Haha, I didn’t expect that there are such talented students these days. They are not even afraid of teachers’ home visits. They have the same style as me this year.

Just as Jiang was listening to Hei Tianpeng's complaints, he was preparing to tease her with his usual barrage.

Du Shiyue, who was holding a noodle bowl, walked out of the kitchen and frowned:

"I seemed to hear some strange noise just now? Are you sure your house... um, there isn't anything like that?"

Seeing her looking around in fear, Jiang Zheng also pointed at the phone and said with a smile:

"Although it's not what you imagined, this anchor is really weird. You'll understand if you come over and take a look."

Hearing this, Du Shiyue curiously put the noodle bowl on the table and leaned over to take a look, and immediately saw the black figure of Heitianpeng.

"This... what is this? Is the sesame paste turned into essence?"

"Pfft! Hahahahaha! That's good, but it's a pity that she's not that sweet, and the essence made from coal is almost the same."

After hearing Du Shiyue's comments, Jiang Zheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After all, he knew very well what Black Canopy was, even Sesame Paste was much cuter than her.

After that, Jiang Zheng also took Du Shiyue to watch the live broadcast, and by the way, he enjoyed the "hot pot noodles" she made by herself.

The preparation of this kind of noodles is actually quite simple. First fry the eggs, then sauté the green onions, garlic and star anise in oil.

Then add the scrambled eggs and diced tomatoes into the pot, heat the water and cook for a while, then add the noodles and cook them.

But such a simple pot noodles tasted much more delicious than imagined when made in Du Shiyue's hands.

The aroma of eggs is accompanied by a particularly strong aroma of green onions, and the sour taste of diced tomatoes is particularly appetizing.

Although the seasoning is just simple salt and pepper, it tastes wonderfully rich.

In addition, the noodles themselves are cooked to a moderately soft and firm texture, very smooth and very comfortable to eat.

After drinking all the soup, Jiang Zheng patted his belly with satisfaction, turned off the live broadcast, turned to Du Shiyue and said:
"I think……"

But at the same time, Du Shiyue also said: "I plan to..."

The two spoke at the same time. They happened to bump into each other and stopped at the same time.

"You speak first."

"No, no, no, you go ahead."

"Ladies first, hurry up."

"In what era, men and women are equal, you can say it."

Seeing the two people arguing, Jiang Zheng looked at the draft paper and pen next to him and suggested:
"How about this? Let's write down what we want to say on paper and show it together later."

"Hey, it's interesting, let's do it."

Du Shiyue seemed to be extremely interested in this method of literary and artistic expression, and immediately picked up a piece of paper and started writing with great interest.

And just after Jiang Zheng also finished writing, the two looked at each other and counted down at the same time: "Three, two, one... open!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them placed the note on the table at the same time.

And both notes had the same four words written in perfect agreement.

And these four words are... heart, spirit, palace, hall.

(End of this chapter)