Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

When Bai Xiaoya came back, the Third Master was serving the soup. The table was already full of dishes, and Zhang Xingwang had also stuffed the cooked meat into the space under the pretext of giving it to his accomplices.

The Third Master had no problem with the guest chef, but he was very dissatisfied with the steward's self-assertion. He nodded at the remaining mutton, swallowed his saliva implicitly, and said to the steward with an indifferent expression:

"It won't happen again."

The steward looked at the Third Master who walked away in disbelief, his eyes widened, and he shouted back:

"There's only this much left, you have to leave some for me. It's okay if you don't want to share, we can eat together."

The Third Master poked his head out of the kitchen with an expressionless face. He replied in a calm tone with unquestionable firmness and seriousness:

"Don't even think about it!"

The manager's eyes rolled around after hearing this, and then he stopped arguing. Instead, he began to ask Zhang Xingwang curiously if his brothers outside were martial artists. Most of the mutton was taken out without any noise, and such big prey was delivered easily every time. He must have some extraordinary skills.

Seeing Bai Xiaoya's ears pricked up, Zhang Xingwang made up a story about An Laoqi, saying that although this man was lame, he was a master with a strong will.

Listening to the hasty story of a man with a broken leg who could climb walls and fly over rooftops as if walking on flat ground, and turning to look at the steward who was sitting upright and the Third Master who was sticking his head out with a yearning look, Bai Xiaoya couldn't help laughing out loud.

He blinked twice at Zhang Xingwang who was interrupted, then smiled slightly and said perfunctorily:

"It's my fault. I'll try to be more patient next time."

The two brothers were not only dissatisfied with Bai Xiaoya's behavior of ruining the atmosphere, but they simply ignored it without any bottom line. With an expression that they couldn't do anything to you, they shook their heads and invited you warmly to have a midnight snack. The cooking skills of the Third Master were indeed authentic, and everyone present was familiar with it, so they were all busy eating for a while.

After satisfying their gluttony, the two brothers began to chat slowly and leisurely. The two brothers had a clear division of labor, and they were usually in charge of things and talked a lot of nonsense. The Third Master snorted at the key points, with a look of "it's natural that you kid should be sensible", and his level was no worse than Yi Zhonghai.

It was just that what they said was too obvious. Every word they said was deliberately beautifying Bai Xiaoya. The steward's performance was the most obvious. He just kept talking nonsense to Zhang Xingwang:

"Master Wu, no one is perfect, just like my old cold legs, Master San's arms and your sloppy appearance. Those who have no flaws are called saints.

Don't be offended by this. Generally speaking, lies are much better to hear than the truth. The reason why we two brothers get along so well with you two is because we like your honesty.

There are always many liars. The good ones use their mouths to deceive people, the inferior ones use tricks, the unsophisticated ones use their fists, and if you don't believe them, they will beat you up. The more outrageous ones are those who can see clearly but force themselves to believe. The most valuable ones are people like Xiaoya who only believe in themselves. "

It was as if he hadn't said anything, but the Third Master listened intently. He narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly with a stern face, and said loudly:

"Tacky."

As soon as the Third Master finished speaking, the steward took over. The two of them worked together perfectly. The steward echoed the Third Master's words and continued:

"Xiao Ya is different. She lies with her heart, but you never lie with your heart. Your marriage to Xiao Ya is a sign of clarity."

Bai Xiaoya was not happy. Of course, she had to stand together to defend her brother outside. Years of experience in pretending to be nice and obedient told her that she couldn't argue with him. She could only say something slightly wrong. She immediately raised her eyebrows and gritted her teeth as she continued:

"It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't take it seriously. When you cheated me, you were really serious. You used a gun and a rope. You gave me money when I had a little trouble..."

Sure enough, the Third Master didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. He sighed and replied:

"When they cheated me, they were the least attentive. They insisted that my copper pot had gone to visit someone else. It was a good item, but someone actually sold it by the kilogram. Every time I think about it, I can eat an extra steamed bun..."

Zhang Xingwang didn't say a word from beginning to end. He couldn't quite remember when he started to think that Bai Xiaoya would be a great wife. Looking at his short-legged wife chatting and laughing with the two old brothers, he felt that he must have been terribly superficial at the time.

Although this woman has short legs, her personality and temperament are indeed different. She is not on the same channel as Qin Huairu and Yu Li. It can be said that her beauty is arrogant, messy, and a mess. Only that brain-filled freak who is ignorant of worldly affairs can compete with her...

After finishing their midnight snack, the two brothers seemed to have drunk too much again. This time, no one urged them to drink more, but they could not stop punishing themselves crazily. Although they did not say it, the fact that the Eight-Armed Arhat had unsteady legs and feet was a big blow to them.

After three rounds of drinking, the Third Master changed his usual behavior and talked a lot. To sum it up, he just wanted to see a man with 100% strength to test the waters in his lifetime, even if it meant setting out overnight to serve the old senior. The manager, after drinking too much, became reluctant to speak and said bitterly that he could leave now. The two of them looked so worthless that it was really unbearable to watch.

In the end, they couldn't stop drinking. The manager held on to the remaining half bottle of wine and insisted that Zhang Xingwang tell the story of the Eight-Armed Arhat. The Third Master even stayed in the kitchen, saying that he wanted to quit smoking by smelling the smoke from the kitchen.

Bai Xiaoya didn't drink much. Halfway through her drink, she excitedly wanted to go out of the kitchen to take a look. The three of them tacitly felt uneasy about her being alone with the meat, so they rejected her with three reasons in unison.

Bai Xiaoya was not discouraged. She then tried her bow and arrow at the big tree in the yard. When she left, she reluctantly put the bow away. She also took out a piece of meat and covered her round stomach, saying that she was afraid of being hungry on the road...

When Zhang Xingwang returned, he discovered that Bai Xiaoya was just as good at climbing over the wall as anyone else. The two girls were not asleep at all and came out when they heard the noise.

Seeing the two girls eating mutton with big mouthfuls, Zhang Xingwang immediately took out a piece and said to his mother who was dancing with her eyes:

"Don't worry, mother. I'll keep it for you. I'm a cadre, and filial piety is just my least notable virtue..."

The next morning, Zhang Xingwang took his wife to report for work. The three-day deadline had already passed twice. Although both of them were not very happy, they still had to go to work. If they didn't show up, Director Wang would probably have to perform his talent show.

On the way, Zhang Xingwang was still thinking that he should settle the affairs of his aunt and daughter-in-law by the end of the year, and then take a trip to Hong Kong. At the beginning of the new year, he would help his wife make some progress, and then he could finally rest in peace.

Director Wang has been in a bad mood recently. It is said that after guarding the door for three consecutive days, the good director is almost turned into a husband-waiting stone. Whenever they disagree with each other, she starts nagging Xiao Song for not living up to her expectations, and even threatens to reduce Zhang Xingwang's salary. If Director Qi hadn't stopped her, she would have wanted to call her old sisters and accuse Zhang Xingwang of not doing his job properly.