The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

She then went into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Fan Wenxuan, on the other hand, was sitting in the courtyard, sipping a fragrant cup of tea and watching Zhuang Qingsui playing with snowglobe with a stalk of foxtail grass.

With the greenery above, a lovely student by his side, and the prospect of delicious food, he felt exceptionally comfortable.

Fan Wenxuan felt teaching Zhuang Qingsui was the best thing he had done.

He couldn’t help but think that even the ruthless Chu Jinnian had his good days.

Before Fan Wenxuan could finish his musings, Zhuang Mingli came back, and Zhuang Qingning had already prepared lunch.

Since Zhuang Qingsui and Zhuang Mingli couldn’t eat spicy food, Zhuang Qingning made two bowls of clear soup. For her and Fan Wenxuan, she prepared two bowls of rich, oily, and spicy hot and sour soup noodles.

Fan Wenxuan looked at the vibrant and aromatic hot and sour soup, and his mouth started to water. He didn’t care about his guests’ manners and began to eat.

Sour, spicy, fragrant…

If these words were to be combined, they could only be described as “delicious”.

Fan Wenxuan felt as if all his pores were open, and the strong sour and spicy taste in his mouth, and the sweat beads on his forehead due to the hot weather and spicy food, made him feel incredibly comfortable.

The hot and sour noodles were delicious enough, but the key was the crunchy crust and fragrant filling of the pastry that came with it. Each bite was full of meaty flavor, which complemented the hot and sour noodles. It was like the perfect harmony and natural combination of red flowers and green leaves.

In short, Fan Wenxuan felt this was the best meal he’d had since leaving the capital city.

Exhilarating!

“What’s the name of this cake? It’s so delicious!” Fan Wenxuan couldn’t help but ask.

He had tasted all kinds of delicious food in the streets of the capital city, but he had never tasted such a pastry.

“It’s called Guokui,” Zhuang Qingning replied with a smile. “It’s a snack from Bashu region. I heard from someone who had been there about its deliciousness when paired with hot and sour noodles, so I tried making it according to his description, and it’s indeed tasty.”

Zhuang Qingning casually lied.

“It turns out to be Guokui.” Fan Wenxuan stared at the crispy pastry in his hand for a long time and praised, “The name is quite unique, and it tastes great.”

When Fan Wenxuan left, he was quite satisfied.

But on his way back, he was pondering over a very important problem…

He had to find a way to marry Zhuang Qingning to one of his excellent students. In this way, as a teacher, he could have a legitimate excuse to freeload meals anytime.

As for freeloading meals now as Zhuang Qingsui’s teacher…

Yes, he could for now.

But Zhuang Qingning was going to get married in the future. Even as her sister’s teacher, he wouldn’t be able to freeload from her future marital home, would he?

So, he had to choose the right in-law family!

Fan Wenxuan stroking his beard, carefully pondering over this issue.

The whole village was buzzing again.

It was bustling just like in the morning, again involving Zhuang Ruman’s family.

It wasn’t because of the Kong family’s wedding party or because Zhuang Ruman’s family was sending off the bride—it was because a group of people from the government office had arrived at Zhuang Ruman’s house.

They came to take away Zhuang Ruman and Mrs. Song to question them about selling their daughter to the Kong family for the purpose of a silver wedding.

According to the current law, silver weddings were strictly forbidden. If anyone violated this law, they would be given dozens of lashes or even sent to hard labor, depending on the severity of the situation.

When Zhuang Ruman heard this, he was frightened and turned pale, falling onto the ground in tears, claiming it was all a misunderstanding. Soon he went into his house to find silver and wine, trying to bribe the officials. When that failed, he began to threaten them by mentioning the Kong family…

After trying everything and still seeing the officials unmoved, he began to point at Mrs. Song and shout.

“The officer, I know nothing about this. It was all her doing, Mrs. Song. She concealed it from me, saying it was just a good marriage for her daughter. I believed this woman, and I didn’t suspect anything else…”

“It was all her, this wretch. If you must arrest someone, arrest her, don’t arrest me…”

The government officials looked at Zhuang Ruman with disdain.

They had seen bad guys and evil men. They had also seen ruffians and those who make a fuss. They had seen all sorts of people.

But, like Zhuang Ruman, who managed to perfectly combine evil and mischief, it was truly rare.

Couldn’t help but be impressed.

However, these officials didn’t bother arguing with Zhuang Ruman, they simply gagged him and took him away.

They also took Mrs. Song and Zhuang Qinghe for questioning.

After the officials left, the villagers started gossiping again.

“The quick response from the government officials is impressive. Within half a day, they took everyone away.”

“Isn’t it? Hey, did you report this to the authorities, Mrs. Zhao?”

“Report to the authorities?” Mrs. Zhao sneered. “Didn’t you see I was at home all day doing housework and looking after the child? I didn’t have time to go to the county government.”

“That’s true, so how did the county government know about this?”

“What else could it be? Someone must have reported it because they couldn’t stand by anymore. It’s not strange that someone reported it. What’s strange is, how did you, Mrs. Zhao, know about Zhuang Qinghe’s silver wedding when no one else in the village did?”

“Right, normally your ears aren’t that sharp. Whenever something happens, you’re always the last to know. Why were your ears so sharp this time, being the first to know?”

“Well, now that Zhuang Ruman’s been taken away, I might as well tell you—the information came from someone!” Mrs. Zhao said.

“Who?”

“You might not believe me when I tell you!” Mrs. Zhao sneered.

“Who?” The onlookers became even more curious as they saw Mrs. Zhao’s mysterious expression.

“Zhuang Ruman’s youngest son, Zhuang Yuanzhong!” Mrs. Zhao exclaimed, slapping her thigh, “I really underestimated this kid. Normally, he’s just like his father, with such a cold heart and craftiness. But it seems he’s not as bad as his father..”