Chapter 1165: 293: Departing Shanghai_3

Shangguan Xu is a typical scholar, not much of a talker, but Adelle is different, whimsical and particularly troublesome. The two of them together complement each other nicely.

Ni Yang stroked her chin, “The only issue is the age gap. There’s an eight-year difference between them.”

Mo Qishen, unconcerned, said, “What’s wrong with that? You and I have a ten-year gap.” Ni Yang is only twenty this year, while he is already thirty.

Ni Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, “So you’re robbing the cradle.”

Mo Qishen’s lips curled up slightly, his voice deep, “I am your devoted servant.”

Ni Yang clicked her tongue, “I’ve noticed that you’ve gotten quite good at talking.”

Mo Qishen wrapped an arm around her waist, “All thanks to the leader’s good training.”

Ni Yang pushed his hand away, “Smooth talker, now get going and light the fire.”

For lunch, Ni Yang prepared a big table of dishes.

There was spicy duck blood in chili sauce, Sour Fish, Grilled Fish, and a big pot of pork stew with glass noodles.

In the cold weather, slurping on the chewy and fragrant glass noodles, the taste is simply too good to describe.

Wu Zhihao and Chen Qian have never eaten such home-cooked dishes before. Initially, they felt these dishes weren’t presentable since they frequented high-end restaurants.

But after one taste, they were completely taken.

How can this pork stew with glass noodles be so delicious!

How can this Beef Stew Noodles be so good!

These dishes are a hundred times more delicious than those made in fancy restaurants!

After the meal, Ni Yang brought out freshly made Honey Pomelo Tea to help everyone cleanse their palates.

Chen Qian took a sip of the Honey Pomelo Tea, amazed, “This tastes so good! Yangyang, how did you make it?”

Shangguan Xi added from the side, “Mom, this Honey Pomelo Tea is not only tasty but also has the effects of whitening and reducing spots, and skin rejuvenation!”

“Is that so!” Chen Qian continued, “Then I must drink a few more cups!”

Ni Yang said with a smile, “If you like it, we have plenty at home. I’ll pack some for you to take with you later.”

Chen Qian replied, “How could I accept that!”

“I’m Sister Xiaoxi’s younger sister; we’re all family here, so there’s no need to be polite with me.”

When leaving, Ni Yang indeed packed a large jar of Honey Pomelo Tea for Shangguan Xi to take home, and Shangguan Xi didn’t hesitate to accept it.

Once in the car, Chen Qian asked, “Xiaoxi, is Mo Family’s youngest son your sister’s boyfriend?”

Shangguan Xi nodded, “Yes.”

Chen Qian continued, “Your sister is so beautiful and got into a good university, why would she go for Mo Family’s youngest son?”

As she spoke, Chen Qian added, “I don’t mean to say Mo Family’s youngest is not good; I just feel that he might not be worthy of your sister.”

In Beijing, who doesn’t know about the notorious Mo Qishen.

Besides his face, Chen Qian really couldn’t imagine what Mo Qishen could possibly offer to attract Ni Yang.

But can you really eat a pretty face?

Don’t look at how Mo Qishen currently lives in clover. Once he leaves the Mo Family, he’ll become a nobody.

With the elderly Mo couple getting on in years, once they are gone, Mo Qishen will face hardship— he might even end up living like a vagrant.

Shangguan Xi said with a smile, “Actually, Mo Qishen is quite a decent person. Mom, you haven’t interacted with him, so you don’t know him. I think he’s quite deep.”

Chen Qian replied, “Everyone in Beijing knows Mo Qishen is a good-for-nothing. How deep can he really be? Right, I do know a splendid young man, a graduate of a prominent university abroad with a better family background than the Mo’s! How about I introduce him to your sister?”

Chen Qian meant well.

After all, Ni Yang was Shangguan Xi’s sister, and she hoped that Shangguan Xi’s sister could marry well.

“No, no, no!” Wu Chenjun quickly interrupted Chen Qian, “Mom! Please don’t get any ideas! I have a feeling that Mo Qishen is not someone we can afford to provoke. I’m laying it out here today; Don’t you doubt it!”

Hearing this, Chen Qian burst into laughter, “Is this child feverish? To say such nonsense, what can Mo Qishen do? Can he ascend to the heavens?”

Wu Zhihao, who had been silent, spoke up, “I also feel that this youngest son of the Mo Family isn’t as worthless as the rumors suggest.” A good-for-nothing with Mo Qishen’s looks and aura? Standing beside him, even I, as his elder, feel oppressed; it’s a feeling that exudes from his bones, uncontrollable, like a subject in the presence of a sovereign.