It seems that children don’t like having their heads rubbed! Zhan Wuji murmured to himself!
Zhan Wuji spent money like water, and although it was a little late to get home, there was still hot food waiting for him, which was pretty good.
This meal was cooked by Mao San's mother. Logically speaking, this meal was cooked by Daya, but when Mao San's parents finished cooking for him, he had not returned home. In order to express respect for him,
Mao San's mother decided to take matters into her own hands.
Because according to Mao Sanniang's idea, people have paid for it, so they have to give them face. This is a human problem. Yesterday, I asked Daya to cook for others. It was a helpless move. Today, I have gone home.
, of course you have to cook it yourself.
Even so, Mao San's mother also asked Mao San to tell Daya to cook for her. Zhan Wuji didn't care much about it, as long as it tasted good, it didn't matter who cooked it.
What's more, this girl's cooking skills are no better than Mao San's mother, so Zhan Wuji naturally doesn't care.
While devouring, he touched his belly. For some reason, the food in this hut was really good. Although it was very simple, he always felt that his food was very good.
If Mao San's family hadn't all eaten the same kind of food, he would have even doubted whether there were any addictive substances in these foods. After all, these foods were so delicious that he missed them very much.
I miss it very much.
At this moment, he was even a little worried. If his mission was over and he would no longer be able to enjoy such delicious food after leaving this small village, what would he do?
You can't kidnap a chef back, right? Let's not talk about whether she was kidnapped. Even if she was kidnapped, she couldn't send her to the mountain, right? You think Daqingshan is your territory, you want to
Bringing something up the mountain? I'll kill you!
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji felt a sense of sadness in his heart. In this sad mood, he put the last piece of vegetables on the plate into his mouth, bit it into pieces, and swallowed it.
"Well" Zhan Wuji burped and looked like he was full! Fortunately, Zhan Wuji had a strong digestive system and could barely hold on.
Before he had time to drink, he had almost eaten. After saying goodbye to Mao San's family, Zhan Wuji slowly returned to his residence, intending to have a good sleep.
After all, there are too many things waiting for him tomorrow, and he must be very energetic.
One night passed quickly.
On this day, Zhan Wuji got up early, as soon as the sun rose.
After opening the door, Zhan Wuji closed it. Mao San's family of three had never come in before he moved in, which made him very satisfied.
It's not because the other person is hiding something ulterior, it's just this basic respect for other people's secrets that makes Zhan Wuji feel extremely comfortable!
Then, as usual, he drank big gulps of porridge, served with sweet potatoes and pickles, put the large rough bowl aside, then stood up and prepared to leave.
Having learned from the past, Mao San and Erya did not stand up to stop them, but the expressions on their faces made Zhan Wuji feel a little ridiculous.
If it weren't for this matter and it really wasn't suitable for the two of them, Zhan Wuji might have gone along with the situation and brought the two of them with him.
Ignoring Erya's loud mouth, Zhan Wuji turned around and left.
He is very familiar with this road, because he has been here several times, and even once last night, so he knows this road well.
Soon, the two arrived at Mao Dagen's home. Mao Dagen and Mao Tiezhu were waiting outside. When they saw Zhan Wuji walking in slowly, they hurriedly greeted him!
"Lord God of War! Are you here?"
"Lord God of War! Hello!"
As soon as the father and son appeared, they quickly greeted Zhan Wuji.
Mao Tiezhu's greeting made Zhan Wuji feel nauseated. He curled his lips and finally couldn't help but said to Mao Tiezhu:
"Come on, Master Tiezhu, I am younger than you, so I don't deserve the word "old". Why do you call me old? Am I really very old in your eyes?"
As soon as Zhan Wuji finished speaking, Mao Dagen jumped up, slapped Mao Tiezhu on the back of the head, and cursed:
"Can you speak properly? Huh? If you can't speak, just be quiet. This God of War is young and energetic. What do you mean by calling him senior? If you can't speak, don't speak!"
After saying that, Mao Dagen turned to look at Zhan Wuji, smiled apologetically, and said: "Master Zhan, this kid is speaking out of bounds, please forgive me, I am here to apologize to you!"
Seeing the father and son acting like this, Zhan Wuji was puzzled. However, he also understood that the identity gap between the two parties was too great to communicate equally. It was originally just a joke, but in the eyes of the father and son, it was
A kind of blame.
After thinking about this, he lost interest, waved his hand to indicate that he would no longer pay attention, and then left alone with his hands behind his back.
The Mao family father and son looked at each other. Although he didn't know why the God of War suddenly became so depressed, he didn't ask any more questions. He just thought silently in his heart that this God of War was really a difficult opponent. Then, he also
He quickened his pace and followed Zhan Wuji's footsteps, moving forward together.
His destination was obvious, which was Mao Shouzheng's mansion.
Mao Shouzheng always felt that something was wrong. He had a bad premonition, which gave Mao Shouzheng a bad premonition.
This made Mao Shouzheng very angry. The fragrant chicken rice porridge he usually ate became tasteless in his mouth, which made Mao Shouzheng even more depressed.
Mao Shouzheng put a bowl of porridge on the table. When he raised his head, he saw his two children eating voraciously, making gurgling sounds in their mouths and a thick nasal sound in their noses.
Normally, this would be easy to say, but now, Mao Shou was looking at this scene, feeling annoyed in his heart.
"What's wrong? There's such a big commotion, can't you be a little more graceful? Everyone looks hungry, can't you be quiet?
A bunch of country bumpkins make me want to vomit just looking at them, please just hold the bowl and go away, don’t block my way!”
When Mao Shouzheng said this, he kicked the table, scaring the two children so much that they quickly took the pot of porridge and left, fearing that Mao Shouzheng would be unhappy and take his anger out on them.
After being scolded and kicked, Mao Shouzheng not only failed to calm down, but instead only added fuel to the fire as several children left.
Although Mao Shouzheng was aware of this, he had no choice at all.
There was something pressing on his heart that made him angry at every turn.
Mao Shouzheng was a little anxious because he knew that he had not yet received the reward he deserved.