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Hearing Zichu suddenly say this, Xiao Yu'er couldn't help but glance at Luzi. A dream that others wouldn't even dare to think about was something he seemed eager to kick away. What truly constitutes happiness for these noble families?
The feelings involved were probably more about his own inner experiences! Luzi shook his head with a smile and brought over a clay pot that he thought was very clean. Inside, there was a steaming chicken, and the aroma was irresistible.
Zichu was clearly hungry as well and reached out to grab it. Xiao Yu'er quickly caught his arm, trying to stop him from snatching the food. With nothing in his stomach, eating too much at once could easily harm his body.
Luzi timely intervened, setting down the pot and signaling for Zichu to eat slowly, then told Xiao Yu'er not to worry about the food thief. This Wang Sun usually ate irregularly, so he wasn't too particular. When he turned back, he was suddenly startled.
Looking at the pot that only had a few bones left, Xiao Yu'er couldn't help but warn, "Eating like this can lead to problems!"
Zichu paid no mind to that and lifted the pot to drink the soup. Wiping his mouth, he couldn't help but sigh, "This is the most delicious meal I've ever had in my life! Luzi! Did you make this!? What's it called?"
What could it be called!? There were no ingredients in the kitchen; the chicken soup only had some well water added and maybe a bowl that had once held salt. As for the main ingredient, that dried chicken was stolen from a neighbor's house. Oh dear! How troubling! To think that I, the esteemed Big Shopkeeper of Prosperity Record, would resort to such lowly acts!
However, he had made up his mind. Tomorrow... after Dawn, he would have someone deliver money to them; at worst, he would just pay double! Hearing Zichu repeatedly ask about it, Luzi had no choice but to come up with a name on the spot. "This dish is called: Snowflake Chicken. It uses top-quality rootless water as an auxiliary ingredient and must be cooked over high heat to lock in the chicken flavor. This is a delicacy only for you, Young Master Zichu, we usually don't make it!"
"Snowflake Chicken! Snowflake Chicken!" Zichu memorized the name of the dish and sighed with delight, "What a wonderful name! The dish lives up to its name! The taste is as pure and bright as innocence—excellent!"
Since getting to know Luzi, Xiao Yu'er had never seen him cook. She knew it wasn't that Luzi didn't want to; it was just that he never had the opportunity to showcase his skills. Hearing Zichu praise it so highly, she thought that perhaps the so-called Snowflake Chicken really did exist. The pot had already been cleared by Zichu, so it seemed she must try it next time!
As for whether the so-called Snowflake Chicken was delicious or not, the chef knew best. Looking at Xiao Yu'er's expression, Luzi understood most of it right away. He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Why did you leave without saying goodbye, Zichu!?"
That one question stirred up painful memories; Zichu felt a dull ache in his heart. He searched everywhere for a rope but couldn't find one, which led him to recount what happened during the day. It turned out he learned that his country had sent someone to participate in the Handan Selection, and he suddenly felt like he had grasped a lifeline.
Ancient People once said: If a person does not seek to gain three parts of profit, who will help whom!?
Zichu understood well that he was a stranger to Luzi. Suddenly, someone was willing to offer gold to shield him from trouble, which raised many questions. If he were just an ordinary citizen, no one would be crazy enough to help him. This clearly indicated that the person was interested in his identity, that of Qin State Wang Sun!
If we say, hypothetically, that he had the chance to return to power in Qin State, then this kindness could still be repaid. However, he was currently in such a dire state that even if he worked like an ox or horse, he could never repay such a huge favor!
Moreover, accepting favors from others comes with strings attached. Even if there were a real opportunity to return and ascend the throne, he could not sacrifice the interests of Qin State as a condition for personal gain. If he truly incurred this debt of gratitude, and they later made unreasonable demands, how would he settle that account?
It was precisely because of this dilemma that Zichu decided to leave without notice. His original intention was to discuss matters with the envoy from Qin State. As a Qin People, the envoy should understand the importance of discretion. However, what he did not expect was that entry into the Plain King's residence was not something one could simply walk into! Just as he opened his mouth to state his purpose, the Soldiers at Zhao's residence were ready to kill!
Thus, Zichu stood at the entrance of the Plain King's residence in the biting cold for an entire day without getting the chance to meet the envoy from Qin State. Fortunately, he encountered a somewhat familiar associate from Prosperity Record coming out of the Plain King's residence and hurriedly approached him to establish rapport. He mentioned Luzi, but it seemed like the man couldn't understand the dialect from Qin State at all!
With no other choice, Zichu had to switch to speaking in Handan dialect and repeated his message, hoping this Brother could help convey it to the envoy from Qin State. He said that Qin State Wang Sun was waiting outside and hoped the envoy would come out for a discussion. Of course! It would be best if he could get inside!
The Shop Assistant, managing not to curse, reached out to check the forehead of this commoner wearing straw sandals. He also checked his own forehead to confirm that no one had a fever at that moment. "I'm very busy here, I still have to go meet King Zhao to discuss state affairs! Go! Go! Stay where it's cool!"
After receiving such a ruthless blow, Zichu watched helplessly as the arrogant Shop Assistant strode away, realizing that his last hope had been shattered. Looking at that person's back, he suddenly understood what power truly was! As long as one possesses it, even if you look like a beggar at that moment, no one dares to speak loudly to you!
However! Everything else may be achievable, yet power remains out of reach!
No one told Zichu that his father, the Crown Prince of Qin, was missing. So at this moment, he still hoped for the prince's ascension. But he also knew he had brothers; who knows who would inherit the throne of Qin State after their father’s once-in-a-century disappearance? According to Qin State law, only by ascending the throne can one enjoy supreme power. Afterward, being conferred titles as this lord or that lord requires military achievements!
Regarding military achievements, Zichu was self-aware. He could swing a weapon around a bit; however, since he never even looked at military texts regularly, how could he go onto the battlefield and achieve merit!? Qin State only revered heroes; this is a fact. What about Wang Sun!? Without ability yet still wanting to follow generals into battle would likely lead to an even worse reputation!
Zichu, who was neither scholarly nor martial, finally understood the saying that one realizes the importance of knowledge only when it is needed. But even if he worked hard at this moment, what good would it do? By the time he truly gained something after a few years, Shishi would have long been hidden away in someone else's grand estate!
"Luzi! I know your good intentions, but I cannot repay this favor. As a dignified man of seven feet, how can I face the world having fallen to this state?" Zichu sighed deeply as he spoke. "Just go! Let me fend for myself! If there is a next life, I hope I won't end up like this."
Upon hearing Zichu's farewell, Luzi also sighed deeply. He understood that this Wang Sun did not want to owe anyone a favor, as it could be exploited by those with ulterior motives. However, he could not reveal his true identity because the current circumstances did not allow for it.
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