At the main entrance, he saw Qiu Yihe rushing out from inside, not even sparing him a glance.
He instantly couldn't help but reach out and scratch the top of his head.
What happened?
When she went in earlier, she was carrying things and walking in with an elegant and proper posture. Why was she running out as if chased by a dog?
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ping was about to go in to understand the situation.
Unexpectedly, after only two steps, he saw Jiang Cheng walking out from inside.
Chen Ping looked at Jiang Cheng, then turned his head to look at Qiu Yihe's fleeing back.
The expression on his face instantly showed understanding.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's gaze sweep over, Chen Ping immediately put away his gossipy expression and respectfully nodded and bowed to Jiang Cheng: "Young Master Jiang, are you going out?"
Jiang Cheng nodded; "By the way, how is Elder Zhao doing recently?"
Jiang Cheng hummed, then suddenly remembered something and casually asked, "How is Elder Zhao doing recently? Can that hand still handle scrubbing the stove and picking vegetables in the kitchen?"
The smile on Chen Ping's face instantly froze, and he was stunned for a full three seconds.
Only then did he realize Jiang Cheng was talking about Zhao Anning's hand, which only had one finger that could move.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng still remembered Zhao Anning, Chen Ping's subtle facial expression changed slightly.
Although he knew Jiang Cheng cared for him a lot, and Jiang Cheng had secretly visited him once during the New Year.
But that was already during the New Year. He originally thought it was just a whim, but he didn't expect Young Master Jiang to still remember.
He quickly bowed: "I'm sorry, Young Master Jiang, it was my oversight. I haven't paid special attention recently..."
Jiang Cheng wasn't angry, though.
When he went to see him last time, Jiang Cheng only watched from afar and didn't disturb Zhao Anning.
Seeing him so readily take the blame without offering any excuses, Jiang Cheng patted his shoulder: "It's nothing... then..."
Before Jiang Cheng could finish speaking, Butler Lin hurried over, carrying a canvas bag.
His hair at the temples was a bit messy, and he tightly clutched several bottles of labeled medicine in his hand.
"Young Master, the rheumatism medicine you asked me to find is all here! I specifically asked the pharmacy; this medicine is gentle and not irritating for the elderly to use."
Jiang Cheng reached out and took the canvas bag, his fingertips pausing when they touched the bottle.
He looked up at Uncle Lin and said, "Thank you, Uncle Lin. Please thank my grandfather later. By the way, among the things I brought back from Modu, there's a bag of Old Chenghuang Temple pear paste candy and five-spice beans. I remember you mentioned during dinner last time that you loved these when you followed my grandfather in Modu more than ten years ago? I specifically brought some for you. I'll have someone send them over to you later."
When Butler Lin heard this, his eyes instantly welled up.
Although he had been with the Jiang Family for decades, he hadn't spent much time with Jiang Cheng.
He hadn't expected Jiang Cheng to remember a casual remark he made while helping serve dishes during the New Year's Eve dinner.
Although his interaction with Jiang Cheng wasn't deep.
But for the Jiang Family, he was loyal unto death.
Seeing that the Young Master could keep him in mind, he instantly felt a sense of not having wasted his youth.
He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, his voice softening a few shades: "I just said it casually, and you still remember these old, trivial matters... Thank you so much, Young Master. My granddaughter will surely love this pear paste candy too."
Jiang Cheng smiled, tucked the canvas bag into the crook of his arm, and turned to look at Chen Ping, who was still stunned.
He said, "Originally, I just wanted you to take this ointment to Elder Zhao. Never mind, since there's nothing else going on, come with me to the kitchen's family quarters. While we're there, grab a bag of those Modu specialties from the storeroom. I'll go see Elder Zhao."
Hearing this, Chen Ping's surprise quickly turned into genuine emotion.
Even he had forgotten about Zhao Anning after accompanying Jiang Cheng to secretly visit him last time.
Not to mention Jiang Cheng, the only grandson of such a prominent family, whose status far surpassed ordinary people.
Logically speaking, ordinary people shouldn't even enter his sight.
But unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng brought up Zhao Anning again.
He even wanted to bring things to see Zhao Anning.
This showed he truly took Zhao Anning's matters to heart.
After a solemn nod, Chen Ping was about to go inside, but after two steps, he turned back: "Young Master Jiang, Qingming Festival is coming soon. I wonder if Elder Zhao has arranged for a holiday. Should we inform the sentry at the family quarters in advance? To avoid delaying your time."
After pondering for a few seconds, Jiang Cheng shook his head: "It's not far anyway, no need to inform him. I'm just going to see him. If he's not there, just leave the things in his dorm."
Over the years, Chen Ping had seen too many arrogant and indifferent high-ranking individuals.
Especially in this place, Kyoto, no matter what kind of second-generation heir.
Even the ordinary Four Young Masters of Kyoto, a few years ago, due to a verbal dispute, could directly ram the other party's car to a halt on the road and pull out a gun, pointing it at them.
Wouldn't you say that's arrogant?
Many of these second-generation heirs were merely sons of wealthy merchants, not to mention those with other backgrounds who were even more wildly arrogant.
So, from the very beginning when Chen Ping first met Jiang Cheng, he had always worried that Jiang Cheng would be a mischievous troublemaker.
But after these few interactions, aside from having quite a few women around him,
Jiang Cheng showed no trace of a playboy.
His values were even extremely upright.
He truly lived up to being the descendant raised by his master.
What warmed his heart even more was that Jiang Cheng did this without any pretense or seeking military merit.
This was what was most touching.
He never made a big deal out of visiting, nor did he publicize it.
Each time, he would quietly go by himself. Whether he went or what he did, only a few close people knew, no one else.
There was no intention of "putting on a show" for outsiders.
Half an hour later, the black sedan silently stopped outside the military base gate.
After getting out of the car, he carried two bulging bags of Modu specialties from the trunk.
Seeing Jiang Cheng intending to carry them himself, Chen Ping said nothing and followed behind Jiang Cheng, carrying a food box filled with pastries.
The soldier on guard recognized Chen Ping and saluted him with a standard military salute.
His gaze briefly lingered on Jiang Cheng, but he didn't ask further.
Kyoto was a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers resided. Although Jiang Cheng was young and they hadn't seen him before,
Since Chen Ping brought him, and even walked ahead,
It was enough to indicate that Jiang Cheng was no ordinary person.