Mu Yang woke up and found himself in another world. But he saw a small room with a square table in the center, and four chairs were neatly leaning against the table, and the surroundings were as empty as there was a bed, and there was nothing else except this table and chair. This room probably could only put these things.

"Young Master is awake?" Just as Mu Yang was wondering, the old man who was guarding the door yesterday walked in.

Mu Yang struggled to get up from the bed, but felt that his head was as heavy as a thousand pounds. He rubbed his temples with his hands and responded, "Where is this?"

The old man who was guarding the door smiled and said, "This is Mr. Luo's house. Have you forgotten? You came here yesterday evening to ask my master to drink. Maybe it was because the wine was too strong. The master asked me to help the master to rest in my room! Is the master hungry?"

This old man seemed to know how to drink. He couldn't say that Mu Yang had a poor alcohol tolerance, but he was very surprised that the wine was too strong. He knew that he had drunk last night and had no food. Now it was time to replenish energy. After he asked this, Mu Yang felt hungry and slowly got out of the bed, "I'm so embarrassed. I guess I'm drunk and talked a little nonsense!"

The old man in the door kept pouring water for washing his face and said with a smile, "Why do you have so many concerns about drinking people? I was from Tianxing Kingdom before drinking, and Tianxing Kingdom after drinking. This is a common thing. Why should you worry about it? Besides, the young master is a scholar. Even if you are drunk, you are very gentle and elegant. How can you be like a rough person like us? The young master is too worried!"

He said as he took the box of water and poured water, "Young master, please wash your face first, and go and get you something to eat immediately."

Mu Yang stretched his waist and asked, "Old man, when is it now?"

The old man in the doorkeeper said, "Just just passed Si, it's still early. The master ordered the young master to rest here before going to the uncle's mansion. Otherwise, the uncle would be bad if he smelled the young master's wine. The uncle is most taboo to others to get drunk. In his words, how can people who can't even control their own mouths, care about other things?"

Mu Yang nodded and agreed with his point of view. Yes, a person can't even control his own mouth and his body. What's the use? It seems that you have to be careful in the future. First of all, you have to take good care of your mouth!

The old man who was guarding the door stepped out. Mu Yang looked out from the window. This was a corner of the side room. But seeing the sun was bright outside and there was still a lot of water on the ground. I guess it rained heavily last night, and the green leaves seemed to have washed. "Oh, why did I drink this way? I was carried here by someone else. I don't know it was raining heavily last night. It's so damn! It's so damn!"

This wine looks like water. It is so hot that it is drunk, and it is haunted in the stomach. It trips when walking, gets up in the middle of the night to find water. It regrets when I wake up in the morning! Mu Yang washes his face and keeps regretting it, but there is no regret medicine in the world. If he had known this, why would he have been there?

At this moment, the old man in the door held a bowl of hot stuff. Mu Yang was very surprised to see it, rushed forward, shouted "Wheat Ears"! Then he picked it up and swallowed it voraciously.

The old man who was guarding the door looked at it and said with a smile, "I'm still worried that the young master doesn't like this wheat ear!"

"I like it, of course I like it!" Mu Yang said while busy eating, "Uncle Shangu often cooked it for us in the past, and it was so delicious. I haven't eaten this taste in a long time!"

The old man in the door rushed forward and poured a glass of water for Mu Yang, and said with a smile, "Young master also eats this kind of thing in his hometown?"

"Why don't you eat it? This is a good thing. It's smooth and tender in your mouth. With this old pickle, it tastes so beautiful!" When it comes to snacks in your hometown, Mu Yang danced with a smile.

The old man in the door looked at Mu Yang proudly, admired Mu Yang's eating habits, and asked with a smile, "Young Master can make this thing?"

Mu Yang replied casually, "Of course, people in our village know how to make it. This is relatively simple. Add oil and stir-fry the old pickles and tomatoes, then add water to boil it. Cook it for a certain period of time, add potatoes and green beans to cook. At this time, make the flour and water of the wheat into dough. It is best to roll it with a rolling pin, so that it is more even. After the potatoes in the pot are almost cooked, pull the dough into slices one by one with your hands. The thinner the more refreshing it is. Throw it in the water and boil a little, then add salt and chicken essence, sprinkle some green onions into the pot, and put the ingredients in your own bowl, and then become the wheat ears!"

The old man in the door laughed when he heard this, "I didn't expect that the young master would make such delicacies even when he was a scholar!"

A large bowl of wheat ears was removed by Mu Yang and he ate them all. "I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time. Thank you so much!"

He put down his chopsticks and looked at the old man at the door. He saw tears on his eyes, looking at Mu Yang with relish, making Mu Yang dew, "Old man, you are..."

The old man who was guarding the door hurriedly wiped away his tears and said, "No, it's nothing. I haven't heard anyone call me an old man for a long time. How could anyone call me an old man like me? It was the young master's kindness that just moved me!"

Mu Yang smiled and said, "Old man, you are so old, you have walked more bridges than you have walked down, and you have eaten more salt than you have eaten down. It is natural for a young man to call you old man!"

The old man who was guarding the door smiled, which was a smile from the bottom of his heart. While cleaning up the dishes, he said, "Like the servants, even if they are old, they may not see the respect of others. It is because the young master is well-educated. I admire him. Is the young master's hometown really a Qiang court? No one can make wheat ears there to eat!"

At this moment, Mu Yang suddenly realized that the old man who was guarding the door was doubting his life experience. He really regretted that he was just talking quickly and said it was really damn. If he found out that he and Gu Haonan and others were fellow villagers, there was only one consequence, that was to go to prison to accompany Gu Haonan and others. If he admitted that he was Muyang, there was only one consequence, that was the head of the earth.

He then smiled and said, "No, no, no, I am not a native of the Qiang Party. We moved to the Qiang Party from other places many years ago. No one from the neighbors eats this kind of food, only my family!"

The old man who was guarding the door had packed up his dishes and nodded in response, "So that's it, so that's it. The young master is here to rest well. If you have any questions, please call me."

Mu Yang nodded, and the old man in the door kept the food box away. Everything returned to peace, but Mu Yang's heart was not calm. Who is Luo Chuan Dao? Last night and today's daytime were just two worlds. What was going on?

Luo Chuandao is the headmaster of the uncle's mansion. Even if he has money, he buys a lot of real estate and doesn't have to make so many rooms? Who is the old man who is guarding the door? How did he do Mai Erduo? What is his purpose? What is he doubting? Everything makes Mu Yang puzzled.
Chapter completed!