Qingjiu sat upright at the table. There were all kinds of dishes on the table. After all, it was the "last" dinner. The ingredients were rich, including meat and vegetables, and the aroma was overflowing. The smell from a distance made her salivate.
Qingjiu's eyes fell on the plate of snail meat in the center from time to time. You could just scoop out the meat and eat it with rice, but... the stimulation to Qingjiu when she came back in the afternoon was too great. She stretched out her hand several times.
Still didn't move to pick up a chopstick for himself.
Qingjiu waited for the food in the bowl to become warm and cool before stuffing it into her mouth.
Even when chewing, the tender meat in the mouth still hurts, and there are a few blisters in the mouth. The lips are as red as cinnabar, with watery eyes and blue eyes. It's really a person.
The stunning young man with red lips and white teeth makes anyone look at him twice.
After taking two mouthfuls of rice, Qingjiu put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hands, covered her mouth and chewed slowly. This...isn't this too painful?
Qingjiu frowned and swallowed the food. In fact, she was still hungry, but Qingjiu just didn't want to eat. The main reason was that her mouth was injured, and when it was mixed with food and rubbed, the pain really hurt whoever ate it.
Looking at the host and the other two, there was a plate full of snail meat with very little left. Mix the rice with some other food with chopsticks, stir it up and scoop it out with a spoon. It tastes delicious.
Qing Huan, who usually only ate two bowls of rice, ate three bowls before stopping. However, the other two saw Qing Huan stop using her chopsticks when they came to the back, picked up the plates, divided them between the two of them, and mixed the plates with rice.
Yes, it tastes delicious.
When he was about to finish eating, Qin Wei saw that Qingjiu had stopped using his chopsticks, but the rice in the bowl was still full. He finally asked with conscience: "Brother Qingjiu, why don't you eat? Is it because it doesn't suit your appetite or is it because of stress?
too big?"
Qin Wei pushed the empty bowl forward, chewed the food in his mouth, and after swallowing it, he took out a small handkerchief from his arms and wiped the grease on his mouth: "Don't be afraid, Uncle Tu will not make things difficult for us.
, and we also bought so much food, if you are hungry or thirsty, I will give you half of my share."
After wiping his mouth, Qin Wei put the handkerchief aside, leaned back, and slumped lazily on the chair. He touched his full belly with satisfaction and narrowed his eyes in comfort.
Qingjiu: "..."
That's it? Shouldn't you persuade me to eat more? And I haven't even said why I don't eat, but you just finished talking. What should I say?
However, it was obvious that no one paid attention to Qingjiu's feelings. After finishing his meal, Huang Minghao scooped up half a bowl of soup and put down his bowl and chopsticks when he felt his stomach was full.
"That's right, every time Uncle Tu wants to do this or that, it won't matter if there is heavy thunder and little rain. What's more, there is Brother Su. It's impossible for Uncle Tu to let Brother Su suffer, right? Even if Uncle Tu himself suffers, he can't bear to bear Brother Su.
Endure hardship." Huang Minghao also made the same move as Qin Wei, slumping lazily on the chair and yawning sleepily.
After eating and drinking enough, I feel like sleeping.
He squinted his eyes, found a comfortable position, slumped down and closed his eyes to rest.
"Get up, I just made noodles for them and I don't know the result yet. Hurry up and go to the study to make terms while you still have the strength. Hurry up!" The young man's eyes were fierce and his tone was extremely arrogant, but his face was tender.
Pi Bai, the young man has this expression, but he is extremely cute. He is like a cat with its claws clipped. It is used to bluffing and threatening others, but in person, it is so soft that there is no sharp point.
When Qing Huan shouted, the two lazy people sat up in shock. Huang Minghao was okay, but Qin Wei kept shouting "Brother Su" with a shy face. As for the purpose of shouting, he just wanted Qing Huan to be shocked. He bravely broke into the study and went straight to negotiate with Mr. Tu.
Qing Huan glanced at him sideways, with no expression on his face. Although he knew that these people were a plastic brotherhood, he didn't expect it to be like this.
He sneered, crossed his arms and glanced at the two of them: "Don't even try to hide from one of them. The noodles are made by three people. If you are a man, you should bear it together."
Qin Wei's scalp was numb at Qing Huan's eyes and he touched the back of his head. The key point is that the young master who has never touched Yang Chun Shui is cooking for the first time. Can that food be eaten?
The key is still the three young masters. This is not as simple as 1+2 equals 3. Anyway, he saw that the noodles Huang Minghao made were thick and thin, long and short, and there were a lot of small white flour in the middle. The dough was not evenly rolled out at all. It was something that even pigs would not eat, let alone three old ladies of my own. They had diarrhea all night and even had to run to the toilet without even having the strength to lift their pants up.
Although he chose to light a fire, there were no sparks in the thick smoke, and he didn't know if the cooked noodles were mushy. In the end, he was so covered in black smoke that he couldn't even open his eyes and ran away. I went out to get some fresh air and didn't see it. Of course, even if I didn't see it, I could guess...
Therefore, he didn't want to go to the study and get beaten. What if his old man thought he was interested in his family property and wanted to poison him?
In Qin Wei's mind, the three bowls of noodles presented by the three of them were just like poison. Although eating them would not kill someone, running to the toilet due to diarrhea could kill them.
Huang Minghao's eyes flashed, and he felt a little guilty. His heart was beating loudly and he retreated. His eyes were looking around to see if he could find an opportunity to sneak out quietly.
The person in front seemed to be aware of his thoughts. Qing Huan turned around and looked at Huang Minghao with a half-smile. He stretched out his hand and put it on Huang Minghao's shoulder. He walked forward with his arms in his arms and kicked Qin Wei to signal him. Go to the front.
Looking at the study that was getting closer and closer, Qing Huan raised the corner of her mouth and said in a cheerful tone: "Haozi, you rolled out the noodles, you should be the first to go up. When the time comes, speak well, your tone should be lively and cute, and your words should be auspicious. Ruyi, you are the first one, it depends on you whether you can get the best terms from the old man."
Huang Minghao was being held hostage. He was walking with his eyelids down and looking at the road. What else could he do? Couldn't he just hold his nose and admit it?
Why the hell do I think rolling out noodles is the easiest thing for someone with a weak hand?
Huang Minghao saw that his wrists, fingers, and palms were all red, and his hands were trembling unconsciously like chicken paws. He felt a little sour in his heart. It would be great to make a fire. Just throw a few firewood in and you can be like Qin Wei. Just run away, you can also play chess, drink tea and eat snacks. Just wait until Brother Su is ready and follow him to deliver the noodles.
No matter how bad things are, you can still do Su Ge's job. Just throw the noodles into the pot and pick them up with a pair of chopsticks. How easy is it?