(Thanks to Little Eagle for the 0-coin reward, and for being promoted to helmsman. Thank you three times.
It was a book review by my future leader Xiaoying that gave me hope of being recognized.
After thinking about it again and again, Sanguan had to say that a salted fish with dreams like Sanguan still needs to be dried.
In this day and age where The Wizard of Oz and Back in the Moon need to be played simultaneously, it is both joyful and sad.
PS: Without further ado, on the day it is released, there will be fewer chapters released at once, please @小eagleSPREADINGWINGS2015.
Yes, that’s him, there’s nothing wrong with him! )
Mingguang base city, Zhao family.
Zhao Ziyu was a little panicked. Grandpa summoned him, but he didn't dare not go.
But since my great-grandfather came back from the wilderness a few days ago, he has been in a state of rage. He has a black face towards everyone and wants to eat their flesh raw.
Yesterday, the third uncle came back from socializing outside. He was kicked out before he could enter the door. He said that the wine smell was too much. As a result, the third uncle knelt outside the door in fear all night. No one dared to persuade him.
The maid who vaguely heard the gossip said that when my great-grandfather came back, he was wearing an animal skin, and it seemed like he was wearing nothing underneath...
Zhao Ziyu shuddered and hurriedly shook his head to get rid of the thoughts in his mind.
How about bringing a stocked air-dried salt-baked chicken to Grandpa? Grandpa will definitely like it!
Just as he was told, Zhao Ziyu cut the salt-baked chicken into large pieces himself. He also bought a bottle of Qingquanshan aged wine from the kitchen, put it on a large plate and left.
The Zhao family's old house is located next to the main west gate of Xiacheng District. It occupies a hilltop and is dotted with a row of garden-style buildings. It is very exquisite and luxurious. Even the trees on the hilltop are first- and second-level demonized plants.
Normally, Zhao Ziyu always thinks that the old house is too big. It takes half an hour to walk from his villa to his uncle's house. Today he can't wait to walk all day.
The servants and maids were surprised to see Mr. Zhao carrying a large tray in a polite manner and walking dejectedly.
"Master, can I help you get it?" a servant said.
"Go, go away," Zhao Ziyu drove him away angrily, becoming more and more absent-minded.
"Clang."
Zhao Ziyu felt his head hurt as he bumped into something, and the tray in his hand flew out.
"Who is walking without eyes? Dare to bump into...ahem, grandpa..."
Zhao Qingcang held the tray firmly in his hand, and put his other hand behind his back. His white kung fu was swinging in the wind, making him look like an ordinary kind-hearted grandpa next door.
"Well, Ziyu, where are you going? You're in a hurry."
Zhao Ziyu quickly squeezed out a big smile, and an innocent light radiated from his pupils, "Grandpa, I'm here to see you! Look, this is the salt-baked chicken I packed back specially for you, Base City I guarantee you won’t be able to buy anything you want!”
Zhao Qingcang's face darkened. Isn't this really a dish from that little bastard's restaurant?
"I heard that you mixed your uncle's medicine with wine and drank it?"
Zhao Ziyu's little face wrinkled up and she said pitifully, "Grandpa Zu, I didn't mean it..."
Zhao Qingcang looked at his young face and the faint fluff at the corner of his mouth, "Yu'er, are you twelve years old this year?"
Zhao Ziyu was flattered. The Zhao family had so many branches. It was incredible that Grandpa Zu could remember his age. There were at least dozens of children in his generation in the Zhao family. "Yes, Grandpa Zu."
Zhao Qingcang smiled and nodded, "Yes, you are very like me. Don't imitate your second brother. You little bastard is simply not my kind. I can't even tell a joke without laughing. I have no future."
Zhao Ziyu grinned after saying this.
The good-for-nothing second brother in Grandpa's words is the benchmark for the younger generation of the Zhao family. He is thirty-one years old this year, fourth-level intermediate, and has the rank of major general. He is unique in the entire Mingguang base city.
As for the joke Grandpa told...well...it's better not to mention it.
Zhao Qingcang tore off a chicken leg and threw it to Zhao Ziyu. He broke off the mouth of Qingquanshan's glass bottle with his greasy hands and drank half of the bottle in one gulp. He suddenly thought of something, "That nonsense Lin family apocalyptic restaurant outside. If you have anything to do, you can go there." Turn around. The people are not that good, but the food is quite good, better than the cook at Xue Laogui's house."
Zhao Ziyu pinched the chicken legs and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Grandpa Zu left, and Zhao Ziyu turned back to his villa.
Zhao Ziyu's mother is in her thirties, and the years have not left many traces on her face. She is sitting on a high chair and elegantly sipping a glass of red wine. "Yu'er, what are you holding in your hand? It's so dirty. Go and wash it." !”
"oh"
"By the way, what did Grandpa Zu tell you?"
Zhao Ziyu's mother asked, and her father, who was reading the newspaper, also raised his head slightly.
Zhao Ziyu thought for a while, "Grandpa Zu said that I look like him when he was young and asked me to go to that restaurant outside the city more often when I have nothing to do."
Zhao Ziyu's mother looked at her father, Zhao Xianliang. Zhao Xianliang put down the newspaper and said calmly, "You must listen to your grandfather's words."
"yes"
Zhao Ziyu went to the kitchen to wash his hands.
When Zhao Xianliang saw his son leaving, he suddenly jumped up, "Ancestor said Yu'er looked like him? Hahahaha!!"
Zhao Ziyu's mother rolled her eyes charmingly, "Look at your potential."
Zhao Xianliang walked to the window, "Aiqi, do you still remember Zhao Zheng from Fourth Grandpa's team?"
"How could you not remember that the thirty-one-year-old fourth-level intermediate mutant, the flagship figure of the entire base city, was very high-spirited and talked about everything. His peers Zhao Rong, Zhao Hu, and Zhao Feng did not even dare to raise their heads in front of him."
"Just because of this Zhao Zheng, Fourth Grandpa's team has suppressed our team for more than ten years. Do you know what his ancestors said about him?" Zhao Xianliang's eyes trembled.
"A handsome young man? One of the best among men?"
Zhao Xianliang shook his head repeatedly, his face flushed, and he suddenly became excited. "On the day when our ancestors left seclusion, we summoned all the principals of the Zhao family for a secret meeting in the ancestral hall. They said that if Zhao Zheng paints a cat or a tiger, it's hard to get its bones! It's Zhao Zheng who paints a tiger after a cat!"
Aiqi said in disbelief, "How is this possible..."
Zhao Xianliang shook his head, "How is it impossible? Our ancestor told a joke that day! Although... it's not funny... ahem, I don't dare to speculate on my ancestor's thoughts, but for Yu'er, this It’s a great thing!!”
Aiqi nodded, looking at her son's closed door, her eyes filled with fondness, "I, Yu'er, will have a big future. Oh, by the way, what does a restaurant outside the city mean?"
"Didn't you eat those salt-baked chickens that my son brought back? They taste pretty good."
"I thought Jiushan Palace had a new dish, and the effect was pretty good!"
"Wait, what works well?"
"It's medicinal! The original power contained in this salt-baked chicken has made even a second-order mutant like me grow slightly."
"This is impossible," Zhao Xianliang gasped, "I heard my son say that this salt-baked chicken is made from mutated guinea fowl!"
Aiqi's eyes widened and she looked so cute and cute. "The dishes made by the zero-level mutated guinea fowl are still effective on the second-level evolved people?!"
Zhao Xianliang said, "If you say that Jiushan Palace has such a secret recipe, I might still believe it..."
Aiqi looked at her husband solemnly, "Xianliang, from now on, my son's daily pocket money will be tripled, and he will be asked to eat outside the city every day... What's the name of that restaurant?"
"The end of the world, the Lin family's end of the world restaurant! That's the name. How about... let's try it too?"
Aiqi's eyes lit up, "No, Xianliang, you are an ordinary person. It is too dangerous to go out of the city."
Zhao Xianliang's face turned pale, and he sneered as he looked at the tall city wall in Shangcheng District, which was blocking out the sun.
"It's not dangerous outside the city. What's dangerous is the people following you."
Aiqi sighed, "How is second brother's injury?"
Zhao Xianliang said silently, "I still have the third-level magic plant essence to support me, so my second brother has no problem for the time being... Ziyu's side..."
"Leng Han has advanced and I haven't seen anyone for many days. I'm very safe with Aunt Lin by my side these days."
Zhao Xianliang nodded.
"Leng Han, this kid, is too strong. From now on, let her focus on the army. Ziyu can be followed by Aunt Lin."
