Datang Fenghua Road

"Dad, what is he to greet, he is obviously sleeping..."

"Ahaha, I don't know something, strange people must have strange things. This move by the Marquis of Jingyang is the way to welcome guests in a dream! When the old man first went to Wagang Village to meet the brothers, most of them also used it. Such a secret technique..."

Pull it down!You are obviously playing a rogue and stalking and stalking people. You have to swoop in with people. Several uncles are not easy to refuse, and they just pretend to be asleep.

Chapter 27

His big fan-like hand, holding down Han Yue's head, slammed into an incense burner that represented heaven and earth.

The incense curls and floats in the air, like the lazy white clouds in the sky, sometimes the clouds are rolling and the clouds are smooth, and sometimes unpredictable.Under the cigarette smoke, two young men who had not yet reached the crown bowed to the heaven and the earth.

swoop!Falling to the ground as brothers, why should we be flesh and blood?How poetic and wonderful it would be if this happened to a romantic literati!

But if it falls on the bastards and the rough, then...

"Fuck you, uncle! I've never heard of forcing a good person to be a prostitute, and I've never heard of forcing a person to swoop in. The old guy with the surname Cheng, you fucking shameless..."

Han Yue scolded and struggled, but the palm fan on his head was full of power, no matter how much he struggled, it would not help.

Not only that, but when he was scolding, Pu Shan's big hand pressed hard again, and with a thud, Han Yue knocked again.

"Ahaha, you really are a man, the kowtow is so easy, the old man is very happy. Chumo Wuer is also very good, the kowtow is very hard, the forehead is swollen!"

"Father, I was also pressed by you!"

"My son, don't talk nonsense, you wait for this situation, it's clear at first sight..." An old hooligan called a deer a horse, and he didn't care about the grievances of the two teenagers.

"The old man will go to the village first, let's chat for a while, so as not to be unfamiliar with each other after the swastika, it will make people laugh at it! Also, remember to stew the chicken used for the swastika, and I will eat it when the old man comes back. I heard Second Brother Qin boast a long time ago that Hanjiazhuang has a secret recipe for cooking, and I just tried it today. By the way, you brat doesn't know how to respect the elders, and the hospitality has to be brought up by the old man in person. If you are not happy today, you will grow up early The ear melon seeds hit you..."

It is worthy of being the number one hob meat in the Tang Dynasty. As soon as he forced others to swoop in with his son, he immediately stopped treating himself as an outsider, and there was no limit to what he could do.

Han Yue raised his head blankly, feeling that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Beside the incense burner, a rooster whose head had just been beheaded opened wide with eyes wide open, with an expression of uncle chicken, I can't rest easy, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be mocking...

……

"Be patient, my father..." Cheng Chumo's low voice sounded, with a hint of frustration in his tone.

Han Yue turned his eyes to him blankly, his pupils still had no focus, pretending to force him to meet the old hooligan, and he was beaten utterly by others, making him almost suspect that he was in a dream.

"We just kowtowed?"

"Yeah!" Cheng Chumo was a little embarrassed: "My father's hands are too strong, I can't do it without knocking..."

"Is this a marriage?"

"It should be counted!" Cheng Chu hesitated for a long time, then sneered: "Maybe it's a little hasty!"

"We don't know each other very well, it's too much of a joke."

"Then what else do you want? Don't admit it?" Cheng Chumo gave him a glance: "If you really dare to do this, my father will probably talk to you with an axe."

"How could he be like this, he can't be reasonable!"

"My father has never been reasonable..."

……

Well, this is a hooligan, or a hooligan who does it by force and tyrannical means.

Han Yue was determined to be a mighty man who could not be subdued, and he was worried that he would be beaten up by the old man Cheng.He is a small gangster who has passed through the Tang Dynasty, and he only has a body that is not windy.

Comparing the situation between the enemy and the enemy, he gritted his teeth for a long time, but in the end he was helpless and dejected.

Cheng Chumo watched quietly, seeing that his face was sometimes hideous and sometimes frustrated, and kindly persuaded: "Brother, don't be too busy to worry about it. I think the best thing you should do now is to quickly stew this chicken. "

"What if I don't stew?"

"My dad never makes sense!"

What the hell!

No way, just be kind.After all, he is a brother who bowed his head and bowed his head, so this reminder is well-intentioned.

……

Stewed chicken is simple. Hot water boils the chicken feathers and pulls out the feathers. Then the uncle chicken, who is dying, will be disemboweled. Then, the internal organs will be picked out and washed at will. Finally, they will be thrown into the pot with a plop, and it will be considered as stewed.

"I said brother, are you just stewing chicken like this?" Cheng Chumo watched, seeing Han Yue acting so casually, he couldn't help but ask.

"If you don't stew like this, what else can you do?"

"Just plucking and washing, so simple?"

"It's not a full banquet, where do you pay so much attention? It's delicious..." Han Yue rolled his eyes, picked up a seasoning packet from the pot table, and threw it into the pot.

"Are you sure you're not fooling my father?" Cheng Chumo looked suspicious, held it back for a long time, and reminded again: "He's really not unreasonable."

"Understood, there are so many words, why don't you stew."

"That's fine, I don't want to be beaten." Cheng Chumo waved his hands again and again and hurriedly stepped back, his face changed a bit.

Seeing that his reaction was so intense, Han Yue was suddenly curious, what kind of violent domestic violence did he have to make his own son fear his father like a tiger?In other words, this kid was not born to Lao Cheng...

Pretending to be guilty of gossip, he stared at his newly sworn brother, he couldn't help laughing and asked, "I said buddy, your father often beats you up."

"Remove often and replace it with every day." Cheng Chumo felt a little sad.

"So ruthless? How can you be a father like this with your own son practicing boxing every day?"

Cheng Chumo glanced at him, and suddenly got a little annoyed: "Speaking of which, I have to blame you for this. Before, my father didn't punch every day, but since we met in Chang'an City, he changed it to every day."

Han Yue was astonished and couldn't help but say, "Why is that? I tried to deceive you at the time, but it didn't work at all. He should praise him for such a smart son, right?"

Cheng Chumo cried and said angrily, "Don't talk about it."

Well, with such an old man on the stall, I have suffered you...

……

Cheng Yaojin wandered around Tianjiazhuang for an hour, and at the beginning of the sunset, Shi Shiran finally came back.The chicken in the cauldron has been stewed for so long, and the bones have already been deboned. The chicken soup in a pot is as thick as milk, exuding a rich aroma.

"Yes, the meat is rotten and the soup is thick." Lao Cheng lifted the lid of the pot, twitched his nose, and nodded with satisfaction: "With this skill, even if you change your name to become a chef, at least you won't starve to death. It's a pity. The Han family has a single lineage, and when you have forgotten your ancestors, you will be cut off!"

Is this a human talk?Serve you with delicious food and drink. It's fine if you don't praise the young master. You can curse people no matter what you say.Fuck, your family will only forget their ancestors, and your family will lose its roots...

"What's the matter? I dislike the old man's unpleasant words, and I feel unhappy?"