You should have a good breakfast, a full lunch, and a small dinner. I don’t know which health expert said this. You must know that many people in the Ming Empire did not eat breakfast, and no more than 30% of them were able to eat breakfast. If the rich person has money, breakfast every day is indispensable, and if he eats well in the morning, he will be energetic for the day's work, especially for the rich person, a job that requires both physical strength and mental strength. Therefore breakfast is particularly important.
She may not be good at cooking, but when it comes to her sharp eyesight, Liu Mei can say without exaggeration that several people here are scum. Seeing Fu Jia cover his waist, Liu Mei hurriedly ran over to help her, and then asked with concern "Master, how are you? I'll press it for you and it will work."
"Hmph, you said you don't have sex, and you show your affection in public without any hesitation. Is this because you plan to make your relationship public to the public?" Wang Busui muttered in his heart, and felt that the beating he received was really unjust.
Fortunately, there are people who love and care for Wang BuSheng. Sister Leng walked up to Wang BuSheng and asked worriedly, "Ms. sir, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"
"It's okay, I have rough skin and thick flesh, and the old man's strength can't hurt me." Wang Bushi said firmly while holding back the pain on his butt.
"It's really not hurt." Leng Bingbing was a little doubtful, because she saw Fu Jia's side hitting Wang Bushi several times.
"It must be okay, your husband is an invincible Xiaoqiang." He took Leng Bing's hand and said, "Let's go eat first."
"I resisted the idea of asking who Xiaoqiang was. The person mentioned in my husband's mouth is naturally a big shot." He did not refuse Wang BuSheng's pull and followed Wang BuSi obediently.
There is a problem with not being active and thinking while eating. As soon as he heard about eating, Fu Jia stood up suddenly. His waist no longer hurts, and his legs are no longer sore. I don’t know if I can go up to the fifth floor in one breath, but I still have no problem if I jog a few steps. of.
"Wang Bu Die, hurry up and serve Master a bowl. Master is in a hurry." Fu Jiafang said anxiously. The early bird catches the worm, because those shameless colleagues who stayed up all night yesterday. The wealthy party decided to go a little earlier.
"Master, you don't have to worry, we don't want food today." Wang Bushi smiled. Because he was beaten, he was still very careful in every move. Of course, it was not because of pain, but because he was afraid of being beaten.
"What you say is so unpleasant. Why are you begging for food? I never ask for food." The rich man was not in a good mood again, feeling that the profession he was passionate about had been insulted.
"Um, are you asking for money?" Wang Busui was a little speechless and asked carefully, "Master, this apprentice is ignorant, please let me know,"
"The developer and dialectician of human nature" stroked his beard, which was no longer very healthy, and Fu Jiafang said seriously.
Seeing the doubts on the faces of the three people present, Fu Jiafang explained, "Without us, how could they have the opportunity to do good deeds? How could they discover that in this dirty world, they still have a kind side in their hearts, and they can survive the mud and remain untainted?" , turbid and clear but not demonic, they are Tianshan Snow Lotus, Clivia Lotus, the most dazzling star in the sky, exuding the light of infinite kindness. Because of them, the fine traditions of our ancestors have been inherited and carried forward. ".
The corner of Wang Bu's mouth twitched. The old man was as thick-skinned as a city wall, enough to block thousands of troops. If Leng Bingbing hadn't always been aloof, he would have laughed out loud, or stepped forward to help the rich party correct their distorted values and outlook on life.
Among the people present, only Liu Mei had a calm expression. Oh, no, there was still some change. She hurriedly helped Fu Jia fill a bowl of porridge with a look of incomparable reverence and adoration on her face. If the ground wasn't too dirty, Liu Mei would have knelt down and licked her, "Master, you are right. There is Yin and Yang, good and evil in the world. Master, your professional existence is very necessary. These people are just one side." The mirror reflects all the monsters, the good and the evil of human nature. It is because of your existence that people know that society is dim, but the kindness of human nature will last forever. The dark clouds cover the sun, but the brilliance of kindness is enough to illuminate everyone in the world. The corners are also bright."
Gold will shine wherever it is. Wang Bushui thinks Liu Mei is a talent. She tells lies with open eyes, talks nonsense, and refers to deer as horses. She can actually say that she is shameless and upright. The key is not blushing, panting, and not feeling guilty. This kind of skill It can't be achieved in three or five days. Talent is very important, and hard work the day after tomorrow is also very important. Such people are very suitable for joining the officialdom. They are like a fish in water, even more powerful than a tiger. It is still possible to become a second-rank minister in their lifetime.
He was not the most shameless, only more shameless. Wang Busheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Master, why are you so old? You just want to enjoy the happiness of family, spend your old age peacefully, and live the most wonderful life in this only time." At such an age, it is very hopeless to keep begging."
"I heard it. You are cursing me to die early. You are a heartless thing, just like your grandpa." Fu Jiafang said angrily. By the way, he thought of his other apprentice, Lao Immortal.
"Um, do I have it?", the old man was messing around again, "Master, this is not the point. The important thing is the last sentence, live the most wonderful life and do meaningful and promising things."
"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, and carry on the unique knowledge of the past saints," the rich man said with contempt on his face, "Oh, I am so old, how can I have the time to do that?"
"Are you interested in becoming a tycoon in the Ming Empire if you have a lot of money?" Wang Bushit said directly.
When they were children, their ideals were to become doctors, scientists, inventors, and even astronauts when they grew up. They are both high-end and promising careers, but unfortunately, most people move bricks when they grow up, and the remaining people go to produce bricks. In fact, their dreams are lies they told for the first time. Becoming a wealthy person is their pursuit in life and in the next life. They laugh at poverty but not at prostitution. People are poor and have short ambitions. Money has already become the scale to measure a person's ability. Being poor is always a late-stage cancer.
"Well" Fu Jia Fang stared blankly at Wang Budie, full of expectation, "There is still a chance. I am old, and I can no longer do physical labor or mental labor."
"There is no end to learning, Master. The same is true for making money and becoming a rich man. It has nothing to do with age. Opportunities are important. For example, Master met a talented disciple like me." Pointing to his handsome face.
"Uh, okay, forgive him for putting gold on his face." Fu Jia asked, "My good disciple, if you have any good ideas, please tell me quickly. I like the feeling of counting money until my hands cramp."
"Well, it's such a straightforward preference. It doesn't matter, everyone is the same." Wang Bushu smiled mysteriously, "Master, don't be afraid of being late for a good meal. Don't be in a hurry. You can try this porridge first, and we'll talk about it after you finish the meal."
The rich man was a little nervous. He looked at the porridge in the bowl and asked in a low voice, "You are not coveting my property and you have drugged it."
"Well, the old man's heart is really dark, and he always sees the world with suspicion." Wang Bu Shou pointed at his face angrily, "Master, look at my face, it's so beautiful. Do you think someone with such good looks like me would do such a thing?"
The corner of Rich A's mouth started to twitch again, "Is there a cause and effect relationship?"
Too lazy to answer the question of the old man who was doubting everything, Wang Bushi took out a bowl and filled Leng Bingbing's bowl with it, then filled his own extra-large bowl with it.
Leng Bingbing still had no doubts about her husband, and he also had his own contribution to the breakfast. Well, he put a few firewood on the stove, opened his small mouth and took a sip.
We should eat without saying a word or sleep without talking, smile without showing our teeth, or sit down when we are not straight. Our ancestors have fixed our words and deeds, especially for women. Just the act of drinking porridge coldly shows everyone's demeanor, and looks cold and cold. , Wang Bushu suspected that Leng Bingbing was most likely a princess living among the people, well, it must be, it was played like this in books and TV.
Leng Bingbing didn't pay attention to Wang Busui's gaze. When the porridge was in his mouth, his eyes suddenly lit up. Then he took another sip and tasted it carefully. He raised his head and looked at Wang Busui, and asked incredulously, "Why is it sweet?"
Sugar is like the custard pie chocolate of the 29th century, a luxury product for the poor. Although it is not expensive, ordinary people rarely buy it. Her cold job is still a high-paying profession, but her income is still very low. She also eats very little natural sugar. Last night, for the first time, it was just mixed with rice last night. White sugar, white sugar is still in granular form, mixed with rice grains, the taste is still much different, but today's difference is that the white sugar has completely melted in the water, and the natural taste is sweeter and the sweetness is more intense. .
"Of course, this is the secret recipe of the palace that I adopted. I went through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships and lost countless brain cells to successfully develop it. The super invincible recipe never tires of being eaten. The emperor cannot go to court after eating it, and the gods will descend to earth after eating it. Delicious food, of course, you can also call it porridge."
When Fu Jia heard this, he hurriedly took a sip, and then said, "What's the secret palace recipe? Why haven't I tried it before? Isn't it just that the sugar you mentioned last night was added to the porridge?"
"Well, I hit the nail on the head. This old man is very suitable for tasting."
"Yes, what Master said is, what do you think it tastes like?" Wang Bu Die looked at Fu Jia with eager eyes. He still believed in his master's tasting ability.
"The taste is not bad," Fu Jia Yifang said in a light tone and gave a reasonable evaluation.
"Don't worry, Master still has some here." Then Wang Bushit took out a few more steamed buns from the pot, put them on a plate and put them on the table, "Everyone, try these steamed buns again."
All the masters were so kind, and Liu Mei was not so restrained. She picked up a steamed bun and took a bite, chewed a few mouthfuls, and then swallowed it. Her eyes lit up, "The steamed buns are also sweet," she couldn't believe it, and then I took another bite and said, "It's really sweet."
"Let me try it, let me try it." Fu Jiafang also hurriedly picked up a steamed bun and took a bite. After tasting it, he nodded, "It's really sweet."
