False evidence

Chapter 127 Liu Buzhu (Part 1)
"Hello, my name is Sanqi."

I quickly added a comment as well.

"Ha, Mr. Chen has already introduced it."

Liu Hong pointed to the oversized casserole on the table, "The freshly stewed mutton must be eaten while it's hot. I'm really hungry, how about we eat and chat?"

After a whole night of tossing and turning, and with something on my mind, even the monkey hadn't eaten yet. As soon as he said that, both the monkey's and my stomachs started rumbling.

After sitting down, the first thing I looked at was the casserole, and I was a little stumped.

Liu Hong was clearly more meticulous than Chen Zudao, and said:

"You hurt your hand, so it's inconvenient for you to use chopsticks. Let me get you a spoon."

"Need not."

Since it was our first meeting, I dared not trouble them. I stood up and walked out of the house, intending to head to the kitchen, but then I noticed something hanging under the eaves.

I don't know what possessed me, but I just took that thing off, went back to the table, pulled out a rolled-up piece, used it to pick up a small lamb leg from the pot, and took a big bite.

I was really starving, so I slurped up the meat and swallowed it, only to realize that the other three people were all looking at me with different expressions.

The monkey leaned closer and whispered, "Can you watch yourself a little? Forget about this being someone else's house, how old is that old man..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Zudao suddenly burst into laughter: "We brothers haven't seen each other for years, and you still remember me!"

His words were clearly directed at me.

While laughing and talking, he actually picked a piece from the hanging thing, just like me, but he just rolled it haphazardly on his fingers and actually fished a bone stick directly out of the casserole.

"Old Chen, forgive my ignorance, but what kind of way of eating is this?" Liu Hong and the monkey were both very curious.

Chen Zudao laughed again and pointed at the hanging object, asking the two, "What is this?"

"The bamboo leaves for wrapping zongzi!" the monkey blurted out.

Chen Zudao asked him, "When is the proper day to eat zongzi?"

"Dragon Boat Festival!" the monkey replied.

Chen Zudao laughed and said, "The fifth month festival is also called the Dragon Boat Festival or the Zhengyang Festival! The Azure Dragon's seven constellations ascend to the due south sky, which is the midsummer day, the day when the yang energy is at its peak!"

He pointed towards the door: "It's high noon, the sun is shining brightly; this mutton is a great tonic for vital energy..."

"Wow! I've learned something new!"

Liu Hong also rolled up a piece of bamboo leaf, grabbed a piece of mutton bone, and said with a smile, "At noon, we eat mutton with bamboo leaves from the Dragon Boat Festival... This is called 'Three Yangs Bring Prosperity'!"

The monkey and I looked at each other blankly. The monkey probably didn't realize anything yet, but I could feel a hundred alpacas thumping past my heart.

The stewed mutton was so big that each piece of mutton, still attached to the bone, was bigger than the palm of your hand.

It's inconvenient to use chopsticks, and using a spoon isn't suitable either.

I happened to see a string of bamboo leaves outside, and instinctively I thought of grabbing some.

This wasn't a sudden whim. When we were kids, we were mischievous and dug up sweet potatoes and potatoes with our friends, then built a fire in the wild to roast them. Afraid of burning our hands and worried about missing out, when they were almost done cooking, who wouldn't pick a few broad leaves to have on hand?
How did Chen Zudao come up with "Three Yangs Bring Prosperity"? Can those be the same thing?

The key point is that he explained it very seriously, and before he started, he said, "You actually still remember."

That 'you' definitely not me... I couldn't help but ask Chen Zudao, "Did you know I was coming?"

Chen Zudao had already finished gnawing on the bone, tossed it casually onto the table, wiped his eyes with his other hand, and pointed at Liu Hong:
"This kid told me. He just arrived, and after saying a few words, he said that other guests had arrived, two young men in a beat-up car, and their stomachs were rumbling."

"Hehe, at my age, how many young people do I know? And of the few I do know, who would drive a beat-up car here? So, I knew it was you coming to see me the moment I thought of it!"

I was still focused on the mutton when I heard this, and I was startled. I looked at Liu Hong again.

Liu Hong looked somewhat embarrassed and said, "This is the first time I've seen someone who can call Old Chen a brother. It's also unprecedented for him to talk about my ears with someone. Sanqi... I don't know how to address you, so I'll just call you by your name. It seems that your relationship with Old Chen is truly extraordinary."

My heart skipped a beat again, and I stared at him, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "Liu~ Yi~ Er!"

Liu Hong, who had been smiling, lost his smile upon hearing this. He put down the lamb bone in his hand, looked at me, and his eyes were no longer friendly.

"You actually know my grandfather's nickname? That means we have a blood feud."

I suddenly leaned back in my chair: "You're not Liu Yi'er, but his descendant?"

Liu Hong's expression grew increasingly grim, yet he also revealed suspicion: "I'm certain I've never seen you before. Today, in front of Old Master Chen, you'd better explain yourself clearly. You... at your age, how do you know my grandfather's nickname?"

I realized something at that moment, but I didn't know how to bring it up.

At Yan Fengwei's house, I not only witnessed the predestined love between a man and two women, but also met a rather legendary figure through divination.

Lin Qin'en referred to that person as Liu Yi'er.

Because this person's style is particularly to my liking, I have a deep impression of him.

When I saw Liu Hong, I immediately noticed that he looked nine-tenths like Liu Yi'er!

Seeing Liu Hong's unfriendly expression, I thought for a moment and said:
“From what you’ve said, I can confirm that I’ve never seen you before. My reaction just now was because… because… I’ve met Liu Yi’er in person…”

"And then?" Liu Hong's eyes grew even colder.

“You...you grandfather and grandson look so alike…”

"Hahaha……"

Amidst the laughter, Liu Hong suddenly stood up, his eyes wide like copper bells, but his voice was deep and very slow:

“Let’s be frank with Old Master Chen. Just say one thing: Who were your ancestors?”

"We're eating!" Chen Zudao's face turned cold. He slammed his hand on the table, moved his wheelchair to my side, stared coldly at Liu Hong for a moment, and then suddenly roared like thunder, "Have you lost your mind? You dare to act recklessly in front of me?!"

"Don't dare..."

Liu Hongcai only managed to say two words before being loudly interrupted: "I don't care what grudge you have against him! If your grandfather were gone, you would stand up for him, fine! But since your grandfather is still alive, how dare you act so recklessly in my house? Who gave you the guts?! Call my older brother right now, and I'll only ask him one question: is this matter something you are in charge of handling?"

I was stunned by his loud voice, but thankfully I didn't lose my mind.

Seeing that he was about to explode, and after carefully piecing together Liu Hong's words, he quickly stood up and pressed one hand on Chen Zudao's shoulder: "Listen to me first!"

"I'm listening," Liu Hong said, tilting his head to look at me.

I quickly said, "I have no grudge against you, and I didn't know your grandfather was still alive. Here's what we'll do: if the old man is still... still healthy, and still not confused, just give him a call and ask him only one question: Do you remember Lin Qin'en and Little Pearl?"

Dude, are you cool?
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(End of this chapter)