Standing outside the door were Li Siwen and a middle-aged woman, Li Qinzai's mother, Mrs. Li Cui.
In the past few days after time travel, Li Qinzai was busy solving the migration crisis and taking revenge on the Zheng family, and he couldn't even care to get along with his mother.
In my impression, this mother seems to be very gentle, and her movements are very elegant. Her temperament is cultivated over many years, through poems, books, tutoring, self-cultivation, a nurturing environment, etc.
Li Qinzai's mother was undoubtedly very successful in cultivating her temperament. Almost all the advantages of Chinese women such as elegance, intelligence, gentleness, etc. can be found in her.
What puzzled Li Qinzai was that after marrying such a beautiful, gentle and virtuous woman, why did his father still have such a bad temper?
This temper makes him a traitor to the governor. It would be great to go to the West Market to collect protection money. If he disagrees with him, he will destroy the shop. There is a huge protective umbrella behind the anti-gang and evil operation, and the West Market of Chang'an will be in charge.
Li Siwen was furious in front of him, but Li Qinzai's mind didn't know why there was a strange scene of Li Siwen shirtless, with Peppa Pig tattooed on his back, holding a machete in the street to collect protection money.
The scene was so hilarious that the corners of Li Qinzai's mouth twitched violently. Because the father in front of him was about to launch a big move of fatherly love, Li Qinzai tried hard for a long time to hold back his laughter.
Seeing the strange and twitching expression on this unscrupulous man's face, Li Siwen became even more angry.
"Bad boy! What are you thinking about when I talk to you?" Li Siwen said and began to look around. There was no doubt that he was looking for a weapon.
Li Qinzai's eyelids twitched and he began to look left and right. There was no doubt that he was looking for the best route to escape.
The father and son are each looking for their own thing, each looking for something.
The mother Li Cui on the side couldn't help it, and stretched out her hand to pinch the soft flesh of Li Siwen's waist.
"Can't you talk to your children properly? Do it as soon as you meet. Is this how you teach your children?" Mrs. Li Cui glared at him fiercely.
Li Siwen snorted angrily and stopped.
Only then did Li Qinzai step forward to pay homage: "My dear, my dear, my dear mother."
Li Cui smiled happily: "My son, come quickly. I heard the day before yesterday that my son made a sharp weapon. Even your majesty praised you. My son is really extraordinary!"
Li Qinzai said modestly: "It's a fluke, it's just a fluke..."
Glancing sideways, he saw Li Siwen still glaring at him with an angry look on his face.
Li Qinzai felt that he should teach his father a lesson, which was called "driving away wolves and swallowing tigers".
"It's too late for the child to become a weapon, I am ashamed of my mother..." Li Qinzai sighed regretfully and said: "If my father had spanked the child less often so that the child could concentrate, that sharp weapon might have been made a few years ago. , it’s all because the child is ignorant.”
Li Siwen was shocked, this shameless kid...
Li Cui was also stunned, and then turned her head, staring at Li Siwen with eyes full of anger.
"I told my husband a long time ago that I should spank my children less and reprimand them when they make mistakes, but you insist on doing it! What a smart child, who should have become famous at a young age and shine at the top of his family, but you beat him and made him a late bloomer. This is all caused by your husband. What a sin!"
Li Siwen felt like he couldn't let go of his breath, and his heart was filled with panic: "I, this evil boy..."
Li Cui's phoenix eyes widened, adding a sense of majesty: "You still said that!"
Li Siwen quickly shut up.
Li Qinzai was slightly surprised. Just now he was silently evaluating his mother as gentle and virtuous. Now it seems that the evaluation is wrong. There is no such thing as gentleness in my mother. She clearly has a tiger in her heart and smells the roses carefully.
I feel like my gentle-looking mother can calm down my irritable father.
Quietly revising his understanding of my mother, Li Qinzai still tried to persuade him: "Mother, please don't blame your father. It's all the children's fault. It is natural for a father to beat his children. No matter how cruel he is to the children, the children will not bear grudges. Children I only feel sorry for my father..."
After Li Qinzai finished speaking, he immediately lowered his head and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
It feels so good to say such bitchy words, it feels like a hidden skill in my body has been lit up...
Mrs. Li Cui was so moved that she turned to Li Siwen and said angrily: "Look at our children, how sensible they are! How can you do this to such a sensible and capable child!"
Li Siwen was going crazy, but he couldn't find an excuse. Even when he beat his son, he couldn't find an excuse for a while. So he stood next to Mr. Li Cui without saying a word, but breathing heavily.
Mrs. Li Cui ignored him and suddenly sniffed and said, "It smells so good. What is my son doing?"
Li Qinzai hurriedly brought the big cauldron and said, "My child made a cauldron of stewed meat. I simmered it on high fire for half an hour. The gravy is rich and the meat is tender. It must taste good. I specially honor my father and mother."
Mrs. Li Cui was startled, then her eyes turned red, and she choked with sobs: "Good boy, this is the first time you have cooked meat for your parents since you were born. I...I am really happy in my heart."
Li Siwen, who was very angry next to him, was in a daze for a moment. When he looked at Li Qinzai again, the anger in his eyes had disappeared and turned into a complex look. He quickly turned his head away, sniffed hard, and then pretended to be nonchalant.
"Husband, you and I come to taste the stew made by the child himself, but he is very filial. Come on, get the bamboo chopsticks!" Mrs. Li Cui wiped her eyes and smiled.
The meat was stewed so soft and rotten that it broke with just a pinch of bamboo chopsticks. After simmering for more than half an hour, the seasonings had already taken on the flavor.
Li Siwen and Li Cui each took a piece of meat and stuffed it into their mouths, and their eyes immediately lit up.
In order to maintain his father's dignity, Li Siwen still maintained his airs, but Li Cui said in surprise: "It's delicious! It's really delicious! I didn't expect my son to have such a skill!"
Li Qinzai also smiled: "If you like it, mother, I will make it for you more often in the future."
"My son is filial and died for his mother with peace of mind." Mrs. Li Cui wiped her eyes and smiled, then touched Li Siwen and said, "Is the stew my child made delicious?"
Li Siwen put on airs, hummed lightly and said, "It's acceptable."
Mrs. Li Cui turned around and said to Li Qinzai: "I'm afraid your father won't like it, but it doesn't matter. From now on, my son will only do it for his mother."
Li Siwen was stunned for a moment, and then said anxiously: "You, why do you need to, I'm just..."
Li Cui ignored him, stretched out her hand and pulled Li Qinzai over, hugged him tightly, and rubbed his head as hard as a cat, making Li Qinzai's hair a mess.
"My son is really a bit of a late bloomer. He didn't show much talent before, but it was only after he was twenty that he gradually became aware of his talents. He can make sharp weapons for the country, and he can also make good stews. What does he do like? When you were born At that time, my mother felt that you were not a mortal, and today it seems that it has really come true."
Being hugged tightly by Mrs. Li Cui, Li Qinzai had a smile on his face, but there was sadness in his heart.
The feelings between people are very strange. It has been many days since time travel, and Li Qinzai's impression of his biological father has always been neither salty nor weak, neither love nor hate. In his consciousness, Li Siwen is just a person who has nothing to do with his life. .
However, I only saw my mother for the second time today, but it seemed that I had a connection between mother and child. Li Qinzai instantly recognized his mother from the bottom of his heart.
This is true family love, which does not require principles or bottom lines. No matter right or wrong, the children in her eyes are always the best.
Since time travel, the lonely and helpless heart hidden deep in my heart has inexplicably settled down in Li Cui's arms.
It turns out that I am not alone in this world. There is a towering tree behind me.
Save me from being homeless, save me from having no branches to rely on.
…………
It’s time to put facial masks on your agenda.
Because of poverty.
A penny drives a heroic man to death, and Li Qinzai's current poverty level would probably make a hundred heroes commit suicide on the spot.
Children of wealthy families usually receive pocket money every month, which was called "monthly money" in ancient times, but it was cut off by father Li Siwen.
It doesn't matter, if you don't give it, I won't give it. I will make my own money.
If a modern person who traveled back in time couldn't even make money in the Tang Dynasty where he wanted nothing, he might as well buy a piece of tofu and get killed.
Whether facial masks are useful for the skin is still a matter of great controversy in modern times.
Most men sneer at it, thinking it's an IQ tax, but most women flock to it, thinking it's a magical tool to save their skin.
However, no matter how controversial it is, the sales of facial masks of various brands are only increasing.
This is enough. You will definitely make money by focusing on the female market. This is supported by data. Data analysis after a thousand years shows that the consumption of the male market is not as good as that of dogs...
Making a facial mask is not difficult. Use egg whites, pearl powder, ginseng powder, a few non-irritating herbs that are good for skin healing and repair, and high-quality lotus root powder to mix into a paste.
The function is to remove acne, remove freckles, moisturize, eliminate scars, etc. You can blow it on as you want.
As for the price, is it too much to pay the same price for a small bottle of such an amazing skin-saving product?
Not too much at all.
Just do what comes to mind. Li Qinzai ordered his servants to get the materials, closed the door as usual, and wrote and drew on the paper. Not long after, a small box of facial masks was completed.
The production process is so simple that even if you want to pretend that you have worked hard, you are not so shameless.
The facial mask is ready, but it still needs clinical trials. What if the ingredients are not mixed correctly and the customer is disfigured?
Opening the door, a maid who didn't deserve a name stood timidly at the door.
Li Qinzai was stunned: "What are you doing at the door?"
The maid said timidly: "My wife has given orders. The things made by Fifth Young Master must be great. I want you to stand at the door and not allow anyone to disturb you. You also don't allow outsiders to steal Fifth Young Master's secret recipe. This is the Li family's secret recipe." Anyone who dares to covet his things will have his hands chopped off..."
Li Qinzai felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "It's not a big secret. Just in time, come in and help me try..."
The maid entered the house tremblingly. As she walked, she quickly tied her own belt into a tight knot, and used all her strength to pull the knot tighter.
It's kind of cute how a villain's heart can judge a gentleman's belly.
Li Qinzai pretended not to see it. If you can solve this dead reckoning when you go back, I will lose.
