Cheng Muyan, who had been eating light food for many days, swallowed quietly and stared at the stalls getting further and further away in her field of vision without blinking.
Suddenly...the vision dimmed, and a tall and strong man with a Chinese character's face appeared in front of him. It was the guard who came out with them, Lin Zhao.
The strong man had a serious face. He had a lot of things hanging on his body, carrying or carrying something. He stood next to Cheng Muyan like a wall, covering the stall tightly so that he couldn't see it for a long time.
Cheng Muyan tilted her head and took a look, but still couldn't see it.
He silently glanced at the guard standing straight in front of him with a stiff face, rolled his eyes, rubbed his little face against Mrs. Wang's shoulder, squinted his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
Madhu, out of sight, out of mind.
Isn’t it okay to even take a look at it? This is too difficult.
Then, Cheng Muyan licked her lips and fell into a dream. In the dream, there were not only fried snails, but also stir-fried beef, stir-fried diced chicken, stir-fried bunnies, many, many, countless delicacies. The only
What they have in common is that they are numb, spicy and fragrant. The sight and smell can make people salivate, and the taste makes you want to swallow your tongue. It is so exciting and refreshing!
Cheng Muyan woke up from a sweaty dream. She felt her empty belly and was still a little confused. There seemed to be a hot aroma still lingering on the tip of her nose. The oil stains around her mouth seemed to have not been wiped off. Then, her stomach growled.
"Goo" cried out a few times.
Cheng Muyan stretched out her hand and wiped her mouth. She looked at the back of her clean hand and found nothing.
He glared angrily at the tightly covered tent roof, and climbed up while stroking his hungry belly. What a sin, I have to beg in a low voice to eat something delicious. The key is to still eat.
No, this is like a tiger being bullied by a dog. It's so pitiful. No one is as pitiful as me.
Cheng Muyan reluctantly opened the double curtains, and people outside came to help him dress and wash, but they couldn't calm down the frustration and depression in his heart.
I was dizzy from sleep, sitting in front of the dressing mirror with a blushing face, letting others manipulate me, but I was thinking about going to Tu Qiansu's place tonight. Regardless of whether Tu Qiansu was Qing Huan or not, this guy who had been running errands and bringing food for a long time, I reluctantly smiled.
If you can't eat strong-tasting food at home, shouldn't you be able to eat it in a butcher's house?
I heard from many servants that the chefs in the butcher's house seemed to be quite good.
If that doesn't work, you can still rely on Tu Qiansu to make a living.
Tu Qiansu, Qin Wei, Huang Minghao: The smile gradually disappears. JPG
I fucking have nothing to eat every day, and you still come here to grab food. Are you still a human being? Please be a human being, please? Kneel down before the boss!
However, it is obvious that Tu Qiansu is still unaware of his impending doom and is defending his territory to the death.
Holding his quilt tightly, he shouted angrily at the guard holding the other end of the quilt with a red face: "Let go!"
The situation of Qin Wei and Huang Minghao was similar to that of Tu Qiansu. Qin Wei rolled around on the ground wrapped in a quilt, not letting the guards touch him, and screamed like a pig: "Kill people, kill people.
Got it!!"
Huang Minghao was much more gentle, but he did not let go of the quilt he was sleeping on. He hugged it tightly in his arms and glared at the circle of guards surrounding him, so angry that his face turned green.
These adults are so shameless. They made a decision for themselves without the consent of the three of them. They even asked a few of them to live in that disgusting Hanlianyuan. Who are you? You are so capable, why don't you go?
Training, learning, bullshit, labor and management just don’t train or learn, hit me, come here, hit me here, if you don’t knock a hole in my head today, you can’t leave! Don’t leave, hit me quickly!
Huang Minghao looked at the guards around him hatefully, walked to Tu Qiansu aggressively with the quilt in his arms, slapped away the guards who were grabbing the quilt, and whispered in Tu Qiansu's ear: "This won't work, with the few of them
The old man’s temper will definitely force us to compromise in the end, so we have to talk to them.”
Of course, Tu Qiansu also knew how to sit down and talk, but he had a strong sense of personal territoriality. Today, he was caught off guard by someone's provocation. He almost didn't kick the person directly. However, his reason was still restraining him from taking action. He was afraid that he would be unable to do anything if he really did.
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At this time, after being persuaded by Huang Minghao, he actually calmed down. Looking at Qin Wei, who was rolling around on the ground like a woman, his tone was a bit hard to say: "Tail, get up, this is not the way to go. There has been a lot of trouble these days.
We have made a fuss and scolded us, the old man and the others are determined to punish us, no matter how much they do, it will be useless."
The guard who was grabbing the quilt next to him also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. During this period, he had almost lost half his life due to the torture of the three young ancestors and the three old ancestors. They were all the masters of the house. It was time for him to
I am in a dilemma about who I should listen to and who I should not listen to.
If you don't do things well, you're afraid of being punished by your ancestors. If you do things too harshly, you're afraid that your little ancestors will hold grudges, and you're also afraid that your ancestors will think you've gone too far and put your own shoes on them. Especially in every house, there's someone who's holding them back, like the Tu Family, Tu Da Tu Qiangui,
Mrs. Huang of the Huang Mansion, Mrs. Qin of the Qin Mansion, they are really using coercion, inducement, sticks and jujube... Let us be kind to our little ancestor.
The guards were so worried that their hair turned gray. It is difficult to have the best of both worlds, not to mention that the goals of the young ancestor and the old ancestor are different. Conflicts and collisions are inevitable. They will suffer if they are beaten by both sides in the middle.
But now that the little ancestor has figured it out, that’s good, his good days are coming!
The guards looked at each other a few times, then silently stepped back, leaving enough space for the three of them.
Qin Wei also got up and hugged the quilt and ran to Tu Qiansu's side. He glanced around the guards with hatred in his eyes.
Tu Qiansu didn't stop him, but lowered his voice and said: "This time the old men have become determined by the weight. It will not do us any good to resist again. In this case, it is better to compromise obediently."
Huang Minghao and Qin Wei were no strangers to Tu Qiansu's routine, so they nodded and waited for their elder brother to continue speaking.
Sure enough, the next sentence came.
"Of course, there is a way to compromise. I think they don't want us to continue to make trouble, so we have to have a good talk with them." Tu Qiansu glanced at the quiet room and the guards who stared directly at them.
His voice became even lower, "Let's talk about the conditions. The condition is that we study hard. Since we have studied hard, of course they can't do this to us. What do you want?"
Tu Qiansu's usual routine is to be rebellious. Of course, being rebellious means that those who understand the current affairs are called heroes. However, heroes are not obedient heroes. If you don't shave off your skin, how can you be worthy of the title of profiteer of Mr. Tu? After all, he is Mr. Tu's biological son, isn't he?
Tu Qiansu sneered twice in his heart, understanding the conversation that followed.