Wen Chongjiu said in a very exaggerated tone when he entered the door,
"Wow, it smells so good... Where is he?!"
This situation can be said to be quite embarrassing, just like Huang Dashan finally came out of the sorrow of a functionally dead man, and worked hard to risk his life in an attempt to add drama to himself, but was left in the dark the whole time.
Wen Chongjiu even felt more social-he didn't often have the iron-faced face of Huang Moumou to carry out such activities.
"No one saw it~" Wei Qingyu said with a secret smile.
No one is watching your performance, which means no one understands your embarrassment.
"Well," Wen Chongjiu forgot to look at the sky, "Qingyu, you never know how to comfort people."
Wei Qingyu smiled slightly and put her arms around Wen Chongjiu's shoulders. The height difference between the two prompted her to raise her head and stare at Wen Chongjiu's increasingly rounded jaw like a little girl.
"My whip is very good. Do you want to try something more professional?"
Who is a heavy drinker? Of course, he would not be like Huang Dashan, who is accustomed to using words in exchange for tickets to be beaten.
“Can I choose the location?”
Wei Qingyu rolled his eyes so beautifully,
"She looks average, but I think she's quite beautiful."
"..."
Behind the kitchen door, Leng Han, who was wearing an apron and holding a spoon as big as Su Yourong's head, kept tasting the soup, but all the soup in the spoon had been poured on his feet.
Leng Han's eyes were fixed on Wei Qingyu and Wen Chongjiu, just like the referee sitting on the referee's bench examining the postures of the gymnasts below - and then trying to give scores with the oversized spoon in his hand.
Lin Chou's mind was buzzing for a while.
However, it seems, seems, probably nothing surprising?
Leng Han's face was full of resentment like "My number one dog-headed military advisor was robbed by a stinky man." He seemed to have the urge to silence Wen Zhongjiu on the spot.
Wen Chongjiu was embarrassed and suddenly had an inspiration.
"Qingyu, why do you think I have the illusion that I stole Hanhan's girlfriend?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Wei Qingyu put on a flowery smile and said, "Little ice cube~"
Leng Han responded coldly,
"It's hard to guard against house thieves if you guard against them day and night."
Wen Chongjiu: "???"
Leng Han threw away the spoon, and his cold voice echoed outside the restaurant.
"Huang Dashan, take a radio picture of Uncle Wei and say that his brother stole his daughter from him."
Wen Chongjiu: "???"
Why don't you wait a moment, Comrade Leng, calm down, shouldn't you have known about this a long time ago?
Not to mention, Huang Dashan, who was drinking Wen Zhong wine as a gift to him in the Pangolin boat, actually shouted back,
"emmmm..."
"This is not good, it's too direct."
"How about this?"
"I regard you as my brother, but you want to be my son-in-law?"
"After Master Wei saw it, his thoughts and experiences will surely be enough to write a 10,000-word paper."
Leng Han: "Okay."
Wen Zhongjiu gnashed his teeth with hatred,
"You thief, please return my wine..."
Huang Dashan’s loud laughter gradually became rampant,
"Wahahahaha~ahem~baa? Baa! Baa baa!"
"Hmm~"
After Wei Qingyu coughed slightly, the sound of Huang Dashan outside suddenly turned into the cry of sheep.
"Hanhan, come with me."
The two sisters ran to the back and whispered.
Lin Chou was confused.
"What happened? Sister Qingyu learned the art of transforming into a sheep?"
Wen Chongjiu nodded sadly,
"She ran to find the warlock, not knowing what kind of benefits she had been promised, and then she heard that the warlock had captured a few dragon-veined wizards from outside the territory, and stripped them of their various fancy sheep-changing skills and grafted them onto Qingyu alive. On my body."
Lin Chou shuddered and patted Wen Chongjiu on the shoulder sympathetically.
"So...are you okay?"
"No, I'm not good!" Tears shone in the corners of Wen Chongjiu's eyes, "It's so terrible. She won't let me tell you. Do you know what she did after turning me into a sheep?"
"Herding sheep?"
"Shearing."
"..."
Lin Chou was speechless——
Why is Mr. Wen so sad? Isn't it just a sheep shearing? Could there be something strange in it?
Lin Chou didn't know what to say, so he just kept a sympathetic expression.
"Condolences."
Unexpectedly, Wen Chongjiu's eyes fell on Lin Chou like a knife,
"You, why do you understand? How do you understand so much?!"
Lin Chou: "???"
Wen Chongjiu said to himself,
"Oh, yes, you raise dogs, and you even have several boss ladies..."
Lin Chou said,
"Wait a minute, I..."
"Don't ask, just ask because I love her!"
"..."
No one knows what Wen Chongjiu has been through, but Lin Chou no longer wants to know.
"What are you talking about!"
Wei Qingyu came in with Leng Han in his arms, secretly made an expression to Wen Chongjiu, and whispered,
"Done."
Wen Chongjiu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Leng Han's face was still weird, and he said to Lin Chou gloomily,
"I still feel weird."
Lin Chou immediately said that he was on Leng Han's side, and had just stood on the moral high ground and severely criticized Mr. Wen Chongjiu with an extremely righteous vision and the core values of socialism in the Five Lectures and Four Beauties. Mr. Wen Chongjiu only bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
"Tsk~" Leng Han smiled, "Liar."
She said worriedly again,
"Zhao Er is like this, the old man is like this, and Sister Qingyu is like this. It feels like our family is so embarrassed."
Lin Chou didn't dare to answer this question.
You guys deserve to wear a pair of trousers. The messy affair between Xue Zhen, Aunt Lin, and Niu Lanqi has just come to an end. Let Mingguang and those gossip tabloids take a break. Can you give Jill a holiday?
Warm up and drink to break the embarrassment,
"I've brought something good - look what it is!"
Wen Zhongjiu took out an oil paper bag as if he was offering a treasure, and slowly opened it to the music of "Dang Dang Dang".
"Ha, an extremely beautiful mallard duck with delicious and tender meat!"
Lin Chou: "!!!"
Wen Zhongjiu said with a smile,
"I took a lot of effort to take a picture of this duck. Did you see it? It's an advanced level three. It may reach level four soon!"
The duck that has been processed by Baibai and Fatty is lying obediently in the oil paper bag.
Wen Zhongjiu looked at Wei Qingyu expectantly, Lin Chou was dumbfounded, and Leng Han looked at Lin Chou cautiously.
silence.
Wei Qingyu was a little confused.
"What on earth are you guys looking at - and, Mr. Wen, you mysteriously said that you wanted to surprise me and give me a duck??"
Leng Han became more cautious,
"Lin Chou...are you...ok..."
Lin Chou gritted his teeth and put a smile on his face.
"fine!"
While the man named Wen wasn't paying attention, he first gave him a frying pan, then summoned a big shovel to perform a set of fancy shoveling techniques that gods hate and ghosts hate. Finally, he used the sun-shooting technique to replenish his bow, and he should be completely dead, right?
Everyone was talking about their own things, and no one paid attention to what the guy other than the person in their eyes said and the expression on their face.
Wen Zhongjiu, who teaches by words and deeds, interprets the word "gentleness" vividly.
"The weather has been very hot recently, Qingyu, you are always careless, and you have pimples on your face. The old duck soup is a warming and tonic food. First, it will add some energy to the middle. I will go to the alley to catch you some the next day. Be sure to take the side medicine."
Wei Qingyu couldn't say anything, and his face looked red.
"good..."
Wei Qingyu glanced at Wen Zhongjiu softly, and then said to Lin Chou,
"Go and stew the duck."
"...okay."
Since when has Lin Chou been able to offend Sister Qingyu? It's better to be sincere.
Hahaha, I really hope Sister Qingyu deceives Ya and then assigns him to the shooting range as a breeder.
Lin Chou said to Leng Han,
"This stuff is very oily. You'd better go inside and stay. The fish soup will be ready soon."
Wei Qingyu's eyes lit up,
"And fish soup?"
She wasn't really looking forward to the old duck soup. Although the sour smell of love could occasionally trick her appetite, it didn't mean she didn't want to try the fish soup?
Leng Han's eyes immediately pierced through,
"That'smine."
"Have you learned how to protect your food, little girl?"
"mine!"
"It's useless for me to feed you a little girl like you with shit and urine. Others say that I am more of a mother than your own mother. I am a yellow-haired girl and even recognize it. Little Bingcube, how can you be so ruthless? Ungrateful, woo woo woo..."
Leng Han: o(￣ヘ￣o#)
