Mr. Mu's face turned dark when he heard this, "Old Ming! Don't you slap your face on your nose here! I only want to give you this picture of lotus and koi, who should I ask for?"
"Don't you know the junior who painted the painting?" Mr. Ming said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Since I am a junior who has made good friends with you, it shouldn't be difficult for you to go to her and ask for another painting, right? ?”
He had known for a long time that Master Ming was thinking about the lotus and koi picture, so he often posted pictures in the group to make others angry.
I never thought that the master would take advantage of the situation and try to pocket his lotus and koi pictures.
Although he could ask Wen Jiu to draw another painting, as an elder, he couldn't bother him.
Therefore, after he returned to the Imperial City, he never asked Wen Jiu for new calligraphy and paintings, but only accepted the desserts sent by him.
Little did he know that Master Ming's plan was louder than his own.
"Don't even think about it!" Mr. Mu was so angry that he turned around and left.
Seeing this, Mr. Ming started to get angry and said, "Didn't you say that junior treated you very well? Why is it so difficult to ask for a painting? Could it be that you were lying earlier and you don't have this junior at all?"
He didn't believe that a teenage girl could draw such an amazing lotus picture.
Therefore, he always thought that Mr. Mu said in the group that all those calligraphy and paintings were made by a junior out of vanity.
"Old Ming, what the hell are you talking about!" Mr. Mu couldn't bear it anymore this time, "You just like to rely on your elders to get things from juniors. Where did you get such a big face?"
"Also, what's wrong with people having extraordinary talents? Just because you haven't seen a junior with superb painting skills, it doesn't mean that such people don't exist in the world!"
As he spoke, he clicked on the light screen panel and displayed the chat interface between himself and Wen Jiu in front of Master Ming.
["Jiujiu has a lot of money": Grandpa Mu, I'm going on a trip recently, so I'm going to ask someone to send the desserts for me. But don’t worry, the taste will definitely be the same as the one I made myself, and you won’t be fooled. 】
["I have a lot of money for a long time": Hahaha, you are so flattering~ In fact, I was in a hurry when I was drawing the lotus and koi pictures, so I didn't perform well. If you like it very much, I will paint a few more pictures for you when I have free time when I come back from my trip. 】
"Did you see that?" he said, raising his chin proudly, "This young man is extremely considerate to me! He makes desserts by himself every week and sends them to me. It's hard for me to still eat the desserts of a little girl with my old bones. oh."
Seeing this, Mr. Ming turned his head with disdain, "Don't think that I won't play Xingbo anymore when I get older. The chat history of my friends on Xingbo can be forged. Who knows if you are doing it for face... ..”
When he said this, he snorted angrily.
After saying this, Mr. Mu was so angry that he directly took out a box of desserts sent by Wen Jiu from the Zhijie space.
"You must have never eaten this flower cake, right?" He opened the box and took a piece of flower cake. "These are all made by my juniors."
Seeing this, the head of the Mu family silently lowered his voice and asked Mrs. Mu, "When did our family have a junior who can make desserts?"
"It's not from our family. The old man met a little girl by chance when he was traveling on a low-level planet." Mrs. Mu has always been good at taking care of household affairs.
When Mr. Mu was so angry that he ran away, she even went to a low-level planet to find him.
However, Mr. Mu was as stubborn as a cow and couldn't be pulled back, so she could only arrange some manpower on the low-level planet to prevent the other party from being in danger.
Therefore, she knew something about Mr. Mu selling his house.
"That's it." Master Mu nodded with a clear face.
As he said that, he looked at the two old men who were arguing.
I saw Mr. Ming looking at Mr. Mu with a puzzled expression, "Isn't it just a flower cake? My daughter hired a private chef specifically for me, and he cooks different kinds of delicious food for me every day."
Hearing this, Mr. Mu didn't answer but just snorted coldly, and then distributed a piece of flower cake to everyone present.
Even Master Ming, who was quarreling with him, broke off half a piece of cake and handed it to him.
However, the other party did not eat it in a hurry, but just complained in disgust: "How can you treat a cake like this that keeps losing crumbs as a treasure?"
"You old man, just try it and you'll know. Don't beg me to give it to you then." He said and ate the remaining half of the flower cake into his mouth, and then showed a very satisfied look.
Seeing this, Master Ming picked up the flower cake with great confusion.
The burnt yellow debris kept falling down, and just looking at it made him feel upset.
He originally wanted to throw away the flower cake, but when he thought that Mr. Mu loved the flower cake so much, he thought of taking a bite to taste it, so that he could attack the opponent in all directions.
So he endured his disgust and took a bite of the flower cake, only to hear an incomparably moving crisp sound when his teeth met the crust of the cake.
One after another, the scent of noodles kept flowing from the tip of his nose.
After the teeth broke through the layers of crispy skin, a very rich rose fragrance came out.
The soft and dense filling was full of sweetness, and he didn't even taste a hint of bitterness.
With each bite, the scent of roses becomes more intense.
Especially when mixed with the meringue with the burnt aroma, he felt like he was in a sea of roses, with waves of fragrance coming over him in layers.
Delicious! It’s so delicious!
This was a hundred times more delicious than all the desserts he had eaten before!
No! Those desserts don’t even compare!
While Mr. Ming was immersed in the fragrance of the flowers, Mr. Mu on the side smiled sarcastically and said: "Didn't some people just dislike it so much? Why now, even the dregs that fall on the palm of your hand must be licked off with great care? Woolen cloth?"
Hearing this, Mr. Ming rarely blushed, "I...I cherish food! You know nothing!"
"Oh, you mean you don't like to eat it, right?" Mr. Mu snorted coldly and turned around and left, "Anyway, don't think about the lotus and koi pictures. I also said the apology that should be given, and I said it as a gift. The gift is also given to your daughter."
"Since there is nothing else, I will leave first..."
Before he could finish what he said, Mr. Ming stopped him with a smile and said, "Old Mu, don't leave in a hurry. I didn't even taste the flower cake just now. Otherwise, give me another piece." ?”
"I haven't eaten enough for myself, why should I give it to you?" He finally got back the game, "Old man Ming, please don't touch your nose, because I don't..."
Seeing that he was not happy, Mr. Ming endured his anger and interrupted: "In this case, as long as you are willing to give me a box of flower cakes, I will give you Master Zhu's calligraphy."
"Is this true?" Mr. Mu's eyes suddenly lit up.
He has wanted Master Zhu's calligraphy for a long time, but he has never had the chance to take a picture.
Since Mr. Ming can do this for the flower cake, then he should reluctantly accept it.
Thinking of this, he pretended to be hesitant and said: "Well, I don't have a few boxes of flower cakes left. I'll send a message to Xiaojiu to see if she can send a few more boxes next time."
As he spoke, he opened the light screen panel and edited the message very skillfully.
Mingyu, who wanted to escape from the living room at this moment, stopped. He seemed to have heard Mr. Mu talking about Xiaojiu. Could it be the Xiaojiu he knew? It shouldn't be such a coincidence.
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