Indeed, the world's wealth was concentrated in the hands of a few.
Ironically, the Xiang family was one of those very few, sigh...
Zhizhong felt that he was, after all, a Mr. Billionaire, but that was just gross revenue, hardly anything to brag about.
Compared to a place like the Xiang's with Iron Fist, far from it.
Wen Xin didn't seem to mind and even said, "When my brother cos down later, if he personally makes fried rice, I definitely want a bowl. How about you? Want to try?"
Zhizhong did secretly swallow his saliva. Who wouldn't want to taste such subli fried rice?
He simply said, "That rice is way too expensive for ; I probably don't have the right to taste it!"
"Bullshit! You're my apprentice now, aren't you eligible to try? Even if my brother doesn't do it for , surely he'd consider the Buddha's face?"
"Heh, then I really owe it all to Master's grace, basking in your reflected glory?"
"Alright, let's go, just wait..."
Thus, Wen Xin continued to eat fish and drink wine, while Zhizhong ate less and drank less alcohol.
Wen Xin quickly noticed this and asked, "Why aren't you eating? Is it because Master's cooking isn't tasty, or what?"
Zhizhong chuckled, "Isn't there going to be egg fried rice later? I'm eating less now so later... "
Wen Xin couldn't help but laugh, "You sneaky bugger, you're quite sly, aren't you? However, I advise you to eat a bit more, lest you get hungry at night."
"Eh? What do you an?"
"My brother doesn't eat much, so if we eat, we get the sa amount as him. It's fine for him to eat less, as he has chosen to retreat from society. What about you? With your size, can a small bowl of egg fried rice fill you up?"
"Uh..."
Zhizhong touched his nose and chuckled helplessly. No choice but to eat fish then!
On second thought, that did make sense. Xiang Wenhua's egg fried rice was so pricey, it was right to eat less of it.
Before long, Xiang Wenhua ca downstairs after taking a bath.
He changed into a Chinese-style sleeveless short robe, a very refreshing kind, like a skirt, yet unquestionably a man's robe, sowhat resembling a monk's robe.
But this robe was made of top-quality silk, very expensive.
With his hair slightly long, draped over his face and shoulders, he looked a lot more graceful and refined.
Nevertheless, Xiang Wenhua indifferently asked if the two wanted egg fried rice.
Wen Xin giggled and said, "Brother, what do you think? I definitely want a bowl, a whole one! And my apprentice wants a bowl too!"
Saying this, she pointed at Zhizhong.
Xiang Wenhua almost ignored Zhizhong, simply saying, "Wen Xin, what kind of apprentice have you taken on? Just for cooking?"
"Yeah, is there a problem?"
"Don't bother with your culinary skills, don't lead others astray. Zhizhong, co with to the kitchen to learn a thing or two."
Zhizhong was taken aback but had to hurry along with a smile, following Xiang Wenhua into the kitchen.
Demon Liu, the formidable figure he was, remained a culinary novice that evening.
In the kitchen, he witnessed firsthand how a bowl of fried rice worth tens of thousands was made, and he personally witnessed Xiang Wenhua's cooking skills—be it knife work, control of the fire or technique. Sigh... Who would believe such a story if told?
In any case, Zhizhong was humbled. Wen Xin's cooking skills were considered high, but even she was a fair distance from her brother's.
Mr. Xiang, rather than wandering the world in revelry, playing, and romancing, chose instead to live in seclusion, studying culinary arts and fishing.
In the kitchen, Zhizhong could only obey, learning and rembering whatever Xiang Wenhua taught him, and indeed he benefited greatly.
In fifteen minutes, three precious bowls of egg fried rice were ready, causing Zhizhong's jaw to drop.
One of those bowls, if he were hungry, he could polish off in three bites, right?
But that was just it, one bowl you had to accept, like it or not.
The three small bowls were placed on a white jade plate, which Zhizhong brought to the table.
It was truly delicious, undeniably savory!
Xiang Wenhua sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating slowly, chewing ticulously, without a word.
At most, he looked out the window at his ink-painting-like garden.
Zhizhong knew the drill, silence at bed and al tis, so he too quietly savored the top-notch egg fried rice, enjoying the al while he could.
At this mont, Wen Xin behaved herself in the sa manner.
In less than ten minutes, what would've taken Zhizhong three bites, was just finished by Xiang Wenhua.
He gracefully wiped his mouth, stood up, and said, "You two eat fish and drink wine. I'm going out to the yard for a walk. When you're done, Zhizhong, co find in the yard, I have sothing to tell you."
"Oh, all right, Mr. Xiang," Zhizhong stood, very courteously.
Wen Xin, on the contrary, remained seated, saying, "That'll have to wait until the apprentice washes the bowls."
Xiang Wenhua glanced at his sister and, with a faint nod, turned and left, making his way to stroll around the yard.
Watching his figure, Zhizhong couldn't help saying, "Miss Xiang, your brother really doesn't eat much, does he?"
Wen Xin replied, "Isn't that all because of what Feng Jianren did to him? He used to weigh over 200 pounds. Now guess how much he weighs?"
"This... Does he weigh 120?"
"Yeah, about that! He managed to lose weight through sheer willpower. Let's not talk about him, sotis I feel he's quite silly. A man in love with a woman, does it have to co to this? Right? Making friends out of the blue!"
Zhizhong fell silent, struggling to find a way to continue the conversation.
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