Li Siwen stood outside the door, as well as 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 did not even bother to get along with his mother.
In my impression, this mother seems to be very gentle, and her movements are very elegant. Human temperament is cultivated over many years, including 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 and so on can be found in her.
What puzzles Li Qinzai is that after marrying such a beautiful, gentle and virtuous woman, why does his father still have such a bad temper?
This temper makes him a governor. It would be great to go to the West Market to collect protection money. If he disagrees with you, he will destroy the shop. There is a huge protective umbrella behind the anti-gang and evil operation. Chang'an West Market is the right one to take 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 picture was so hilarious that the corner 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 worked 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 is 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 things, each looking for something.
The mother on the side, Li Cui, couldn't help it anymore 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.
Li Qinzai then stepped 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 staring at him with an annoyed 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 around, 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 have to do it! What a smart child, who should have become famous at a young age and shine on the family tree.
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 eyes widened, adding a sense of dignity: "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 that my gentle-looking mother can calm down my violent father.
After 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 his children, the children will not bear grudges. Children will not bear grudges."
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 this bitch's bitchy words, and 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 there was nothing he could do to explain. He even couldn't find an excuse to beat his son. So he stood next to Li Cui without saying a word, but he was 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 stewed it for half an hour on a high fire. The juice is rich and the meat is tender. It must taste good. I am specially filial to my father and mother."
Mrs. Li Cui was startled, then her eyes turned red, and she choked with sobs: "Good boy, since you were born, this is the first time you have cooked meat for your parents. I...I am really happy in my heart."
Li Siwen, who was furious 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.<
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"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 said with a smile.
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."
"My son is filial and can die for his mother with peace of mind." Mrs. Li Cui wiped her eyes and smiled, then touched Li Siwen and asked: "Is the stew my child made delicious?"
Li Siwen put on airs, hummed lightly and said, "It's okay."
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, then became anxious: "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 showed his talent. 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.
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However, this was the second time I saw my mother today, and 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 the arms of Mrs. Li Cui.
It turns out that I am not alone in this world. There is a towering tree behind me.
Save me from being homeless and homeless.
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It’s time to put facial mask making on the 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 are usually given 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, I won’t give it if you don’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 white, pearl powder, ginseng powder, a few non-irritating herbs that are beneficial to 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 as much as you want.
As for the price, with such an amazing skin-saving tool, is it too much to pay a small amount for a small bottle?
Not too much at all.
Just do it as soon as you think of it. Li Qinzai ordered his servants to get the materials, closed the door as usual, wrote and drew on the paper, and not long after, a small box of facial masks was completed.
The production process is so simple that even if you want to pretend to 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 timidly said: "My wife has given orders. The things that Fifth Young Master made 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, you can come in and help me try..."
The maid entered the house tremblingly. As she walked, she quickly tied her belt into a tight knot, and used all her strength to pull the knot tighter.
It’s a bit cute that 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.