Chapter 117 Start from left and right

"If I remember correctly, your name should be Lin Qiang, right? Well, since you came here with Zhao Ba Neng, please come in.

"Okay, okay!" Cheng Linqiang was like a chicken pecking rice on the snow. He nodded desperately, followed Zhao Ba Neng, and stepped across the door.

"First, your right foot landed, Cheng Linqiang. It seems that you have good luck this year and have good fortune."

Cong Linqiang just entered the door, but he was at a loss by Cao Zheying. He stood still and didn't know how to walk.

"If you do it deliberately, it will lose its meaning. Go!"

Cao Zheying smiled and her eyes flowed to Zhao Ba Neng.

Zhao Ba can recall whether his left foot or right foot came out first when he just crossed the barrier?

"Don't think about it. We won't go to the tea pavilion today. Let's go to the fine house."

At this time, at noon, Cao Zheying once said that she had the habit of not eating lunch. It seems that this is to invite the two of them to dinner.

Because of the matter of crossing the threshold, Cheng Linqiang seemed careful all the way. The one just now was good luck. Who can guarantee that Cao Zheying will say that he will be unlucky for a year next time? If this is really said, even if Cheng Linqiang is not unlucky this year, he will not be happy, because in Cao Zheying's heart, he is an unlucky child, and he must not expect Cao Zheying to have blue eyes on him.

There is only a small square table and several cushions made of linen in the fine house.

The small square table looks a little old. The lines on the table look simple. The years have not broken the table, but it seems to be more precipitated. Five or six dishes, none of which are meat dishes, three pairs of bowls and chopsticks, one mutton fat white jade bottle on the corner of the table, and two exquisite cups.

"Last time I bought you tea, I'll treat you to a drink today." Cao Zheying waved her hand to signal Zhao Ba Neng to sit down. She held her knees with both hands and slowly knelt on the cushion.

Zhao Ba Neng has never experienced such a thing as eating on his knees.

"Isn't it only Japanese who eat like this?"

While kneeling down like Cao Zheying, Zhao Ba can ask.

Cong Linqiang is much more honest than Zhao Ba. Before Cao Zheying's knee touched the ground, he knelt down, as if he were paying New Year's greetings to his elders.

"Japanese also learned this stately etiquette from China. Kneeling and eating it is respect for food, and you should know that food is not easy to come by." After Cao Zheying knelt down, she put two cups on the wine, then held the corners of her sleeves in one hand and pushed the two cups to Zhao Ba Neng and Cheng Linqiang.

Cong Linqiang naturally thanked him in a hurry, while Zhao Ba Neng couldn't help smelling the smell of wine. Although Zhao Ba Neng usually doesn't drink, in fact, he is very researched about wine, especially good wine. Thinking about the Zhao family, how could ordinary wine be delivered to Zhao Ba Neng?

But now, the fragrance he smells has never been smelled, just like the pot of tea he tasted in the tea pavilion last time. Zhao Ba Neng even suspects that this wine is probably unique to Nazhen Pavilion.

"I can't drink. You two can do it yourself!" Cao Zheying stood up and left Jingshe. She must have prepared something again.

"Come on, Brother Zhao, let's go first. Tut, this wine smells so good!"

Cheng Linqiang picked up the bar, and Zhao Ba Neng was not modest. He gently touched Cheng Linqiang, "Kid, I wish you success."

"Er~"

Both of them toasted and closed their mouths together!

Fincense! Alcohol! Good wine!

Maybe besides these words, Zhao Ba can no longer find any other way to describe it. Closing his eyes and feeling the endless taste, Zhao Ba Neng didn't even know when Cao Zheying entered the Jingshi.

"It's okay. There's only one bottle, and there's no more!" Cao Zheying smiled and began to serve rice for the two.

As a woman like Cao Zheying, even if she eats, she doesn't seem to have a trace of human fireworks all over her body. She looks kind and pleasing to the eyes.

"I finally know what beauty is today. Haha, if anyone can marry Miss Cao in the future, it may be a blessing for eight lifetimes."

After a few glasses of wine, Zhao Ba Neng became bold and talked a lot easier.

"How can eight lifetimes be enough? I think it will take at least ten lifetimes!" Cheng Linqiang is in line with it. In fact, he is already a little dizzy at this time. I don't know whether it's because of wine or people.

According to this, what the two men said were typical flattery, but who would have expected to hear this, Cao Zheying put down the bowls and chopsticks with a smile and said solemnly, "Wrong, ten lifetimes of practice is not enough. It must be a person who has suffered for ninety-nine generations to have this opportunity."

Ninety-nine?

Zhao Ba was stunned and joked. Can Cao Zheying take it seriously?

He turned his head and looked at Cheng Linqiang, who also touched his head, and then shook his head. No matter how he looked at it, this boy did not have the suffering of 99 years. At least this life failed. It seems that Cao Zheying used this hint to dispel the unrealistic delusions in some people.

Of course, Zhao Ba Neng will not think that Cao Zheying is telling the truth. He never believes in the soul, reincarnation and so on. The experience of the Zhao family is a living example. Zhao Ba Neng never knows what he has done by the Zhao family, but why was it been destroyed? If good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded with evil, then where is the retribution?

For a moment, Zhao Ba Neng's thoughts flew away and did not notice that Cao Zheying was showing an indescribable smile to him at this time.

However, Lin Qiang still had a trace of sobriety. He picked up the bottle and found that it was empty.

"Well, is the wine gone?"

"It's not easy to brew, please understand!" Cao Zheying's face was full of a smile that rejected people thousands of miles away. With her words, the translation was: Don't think about it, you are still full!

Although the vegetarian dishes prepared by Cao Zheying are still extremely delicious, for the two old men, there is no wine in the pastry, and they are not in a hurry to eat.

However, in the end, the table was still cleaned up. Zhao Ba Neng was a habit of developing in the Taoist temple. Every time he ate, there was no leftover in the bowl. Cheng Linqiang was not in this mood. Unfortunately, when Cao Zheying cleaned up the dishes and saw more than a dozen grains of rice left in Cheng Linqiang's rice bowl, and Cheng Linqiang did not see the look on his face.

"Do you know we're coming?"

When Cao Zheying returned to Jingshe and sat down, Zhao Ba Neng asked.

"Well, I know, I don't know."

"How do you say this?"

"I just know that two people will come at noon today, but I don't know who these two people are."

"Is there such a magical thing?" Zhao Ba can think of Cao Zheying's comment on Cheng Linqiang when he just crossed the threshold, "Can you tell fortune? So what happened to the leg that just crossed the threshold first? Should I be lucky or unlucky this year?

"I can't tell fortunes, especially for people. Life is very mysterious. It's not accurate. I can only count money.

"Calculating wealth?"

Cao Zheying nodded and her eyes moved, "Yes. Do you know why I'm called Nazhen Pavilion? Because I won't collect money from anyone who comes to me and begs me to help them calculate their fortune, but I need them to provide the same. The treasure I see may be a gem or a leaf on a tree. In short, I want something that satisfies me, and I will help them calculate.

Although this is Cao Zheying's explanation, it sounds contradictory in Zhao Ba Neng's ears. Since she can't tell fortunes, how can she help others calculate whether she will make money or not?

"I'm not going to live, but I can count things. For example, Zhao Ba Neng is now the general manager of Xi'e Company, so you can ask me to help you calculate. Will you make money or lose money by investing in building this highway?"

"This is not a calculation, this is reasoning and judgment!"

Zhao Ba Neng finally understood Cao Zheying's words, but judging the specific investment behavior is no longer mysterious fortune-telling, but a kind of reasoning after collecting intelligence, as long as the IQ is enough. The information collected is enough, so that nine out of ten times can make a correct judgment.

"Oh? Do you think so? But I don't think so! I understand what you think, but you don't know the mystery. Well, if there is a lack of any useful information for an investment, can you make an accurate judgment?

"This..."