Planar Trash

Sure enough, Grandpa Qiao said: "I made some medicinal wine for the elixir you gave me last time, and it's ready to drink now. Let's try this today."

He personally knocked off the sealing mud with a hammer, and suddenly a strong smell of wine wafted over.

The medicinal wine is made with self-brewed grain wine, the aroma is mellow, and once opened, it makes people drool.

"Fragrant!" Ji Xingwu was the first to praise.

Back then, his old man also drank the old herbal wine, but it was far less fragrant than the one made by Grandpa Qiao. The smell of fermented ferment penetrated into the body almost through every cell.

Grandpa Qiao gave him a look of "you know the goods", and asked Cheng's mother to bring the food to the table.

The main course is the mutton soup pot, which is bubbling and bubbling. When the lid is lifted, the mutton is full of fresh fragrance.

The whole family didn't pay too much attention. Sitting around the pot, eating the delicious mutton soup pot and drinking the medicinal wine newly brewed by Grandpa Qiao, life couldn't be better.

Cheng Jingchi took a sip of wine and felt his internal organs warm up.

"This wine is good, drink more." Cheng Jingchi gave Li Zhan a chopstick of mutton and said to him.

Li Zhan also seemed to be very interested in this way of eating, he ate a lot of pieces in a row, and even rewarded Cheng Jingchi with a lot of food, saying: "You eat too."

Grandpa Qiao glanced at the two of them, his eyelids drooped and he didn't speak, and drank on his own.

Ji Xingwu, who was in charge of the chef, was obviously more interested in the immortal herbal wine, and drank it one sip after another.

Grandpa Qiao glanced at him: "This wine strengthens the yang and invigorates the kidneys, so drink less."

Ji Xingwu's ferocious face froze for a moment, then he silently put down his wine glass.

Cheng Jingchi also had a meal, he seemed to have drunk a lot today.

Grandpa Qiao was eating mutton on the ground, and said: "I kept a few plants of the old grass for medicine, and processed a dozen of them. You and your mother can take them back to cook soup and porridge. They can be kept for a long time. I will soak the rest. After drinking wine, you have cold hands and feet all year round. It’s good to drink some of this. Your uncle’s health is not good, so leave two jars for him. Ah Wu has worked hard for you these years, so I also take two jars. Drink one jar and give it away. It’s up to you to decide whether to give it away or sell it.”

Cheng Jingchi didn't plan to sell it at first, but then she thought about it, the herbs in the Qiankun Pearl ripen quickly and are of good quality, so she won't worry about this kind of medicinal wine in the future, she can have as much as she wants, so she nodded and said, "You and my brother-in-law keep two more jars, Brother Wu also took two extra jars, this kind of good stuff is of course for the family to use, and only sell it if you can't finish it."

Ji Xingwu hurriedly said, "Two altars are enough for me."

Anyway, he doesn't have much contact with his family now, so if he gave an altar to the old man at home, he could keep another.

"Brother Wu, you're welcome. If you don't dislike it, you can give it to the family as a New Year's greeting." Cheng Jingchi said.

Ji Xingwu took a look at Qiao Baishu who was silently drinking mutton soup beside him, thought of something and readily accepted it.

Grandpa Qiao ignored him, and asked Cheng Jingchi again: "You don't go to work anymore, why don't you just stay here for a few more days, anyway, your room has been left untouched, and it will be convenient to live here and study medicine with me. "

Cheng Jingchi drank a lot today, her stomach was warm, but she was very clear-headed, and said, "Li Zhan has to go to work at night, so let's go back first, and come to live after we arrange things at home."

Anyway, the cosmetics factory will be put into operation next year, so he will definitely be here permanently.

Grandpa Qiao raised his eyelids and looked at Li Zhan again, snorted, stopped talking, and ate sliced ​​mutton from the soup pot.

Although Cheng Jingchi was quite greedy for the immortal herbal wine, but Grandpa Qiao said it was strong and so on, so he didn't dare to drink too much.

Grandpa Qiao turned to Mother Cheng again and asked her, "What about you?"

Cheng's mother forced a smile and said, "Tomorrow I have to make lo mei, so I'll go back with Chichi and the others."

Grandpa Qiao didn't ask to stay either. Seeing that everyone was almost finished eating, he said, "If you go back, you should leave early, or you won't be able to catch the bus if you are late."

Ji Xingwu wanted to drive them off, but was stopped by Grandpa Qiao: "You drink more than anyone else, why do you drive? You don't take your own life seriously, and I'm still worried about my grandson!"

Probably because he was used to being disliked by Grandpa Qiao, Ji Xingwu touched his nose and sent Cheng Jingchi and the others out for a ride. When the minibus came, Cheng Jingchi and the others were about to get on the bus. Don't forget."

"Brother Wu, don't worry, I won't forget my uncle's medicine even if I forget to eat." Cheng Jingchi waved to them, and sat in the back row with Li Zhan.

The minibus waited for a few minutes. After seeing no one got on the bus, the conductor let the driver drive away.

Grandpa Qiao bowed his back slightly, stood under the dilapidated stop sign, watched the minibus go away, then looked away, and said to Qiao Baishu, "Let's go back too."

The old man was getting old, so he drank two glasses of wine greedily at night. When he got home, he was drunk, washed up and went to bed.

Ji Xingwu was busy in and out, cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, walked outside Grandpa Qiao's house and listened carefully, and after making sure that Grandpa Qiao was really asleep, he pushed open the door of Qiao Baishu's room.

"Uncle Joe is asleep, I won't go back today."

Qiao Baishu was still lying at the table writing and drawing, when he heard this, he pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "You go to bed first, I still have something to do."

Ji Xingwu took Qiao Baishu's clean change of clothes, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and opened the door again in short pajamas and pajamas. He lay down on the bed, posing in a particularly seductive pose, silently waiting.

Half a day passed, Qiao Baishu was still lying in front of the table unmoved, still writing vigorously, Ji Xingwu couldn't help it, jumped up from the bed, ran over to take a look, and suddenly raised his fierce eyebrows again.

"It's so late, go to sleep." He ran over and closed the notebook forcefully.

Qiao Baishu rubbed his swollen legs, turned his head and said to him, "Go to sleep, I'll be fine in a while."

Ji Xingwu's originally dissatisfied face changed into a worried expression when he saw his actions.

"Does your leg hurt again?"

Qiao Baishu's legs and feet were injured in the early years, and he did not receive timely treatment, which left the root cause of the disease. Whenever it was cold, he would suffer from bone pain. When the pain was severe, he could not sleep all night.

"I'm used to it." Qiao Baishu frowned.

Even so, the chilly pain still made him a little bit unbearable.

Ji Xingwu fetched a hot compress bag, lifted his leg up to rest on his own, and used the hot compress bag to compress his leg.

Probably practice makes perfect, and now Ji Xingwu's skill in making hot compresses is very good. After a while, Qiao Baishu's frown slightly relaxed.

The factory has been built and will be put into production soon, and he is almost alone in the technical aspects.

His education is limited, and his only experience is to study medicine with Grandpa Qiao in the past few years. In fact, he is completely unfamiliar with the skin care industry, and learning is very difficult.

However, as long as he thinks that this factory is Ji Xingwu who took out all the last old things for him, he will be so worried that he can't sleep, which shows the great pressure.

"Don't worry, Uncle Qiao's formula is very good. Take the test product you made for testing. The ingredients are all good and you won't lose money." Ji Xingwu was furious, but he couldn't tell Qiao Baishu anyway. , On the contrary, I have to try my best to comfort him, I can't be more distressed.

He invested money to start the company, originally just to let Qiao Baishu have something to do, never thought of making him work so hard, and now it seems that the cart is really putting the cart before the horse.

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you." Qiao Baishu stroked his frowning eyebrows that were almost knotted, and said, "Don't frown, your brows are already fierce, and this frown will be even more frightening."

"It's too late to dislike me now, Uncle Qiao agrees with me."

Ji Xingwu put away the hot compress bag, closed the doors and windows, hugged him on the bed, and started to chew.

The old man of the Qiao family has a strong temper. He is like a big bluestone in a latrine, smelly and hard. Although he has not objected to the matter between him and Qiao Baishu over the years, he has never admitted it. He has gradually relaxed in the past two years. , faintly revealing the meaning of agreement.

It has been more than ten years since he and Qiao Baishu first met. This is the first time he has been recognized by Qiao's family.

Cheng Jingchi returned home from Dayong Town, it was already nine o'clock, and Li Zhan was getting ready to go to work. A colleague called and said that he wanted to spend Christmas Eve with his wife and children, expressing his intention to transfer shifts with Li Zhan.

Li Zhan glanced at Cheng Jingchi without saying a word, and then agreed.

Li Zhan is tall and tall, although his face is full of horrible black spots due to yang poison, but his facial features are extremely handsome, masculine and heroic, with cold eyes and eyebrows, he looks ugly and handsome after a long time.

"Aren't you going to work today?" Cheng Jingchi's blood boiled because of the drunkenness, and his eyes made her face flushed and dreamy.

It's all my grandfather's fault. There's nothing to drink with aphrodisiac wine. A young man like him can't bear it.

"Yeah." Li Zhan was also a little hot, pulled his collar and fanned it twice, and walked back and forth in the room twice.

Cheng Jingchi was dizzy from seeing it, and she was too hot, so she stuck out her tongue and said, "Go take a bath."

Li Zhan glanced at him again, picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom outside to take a shower.

Cheng Jingchi was lying on the bed, the heat was rising, her body was warm for the first time in winter, her hands and feet were a little numb, and she was extremely excited.

Li Zhan shifted shifts and didn't have to go to work at night. They were two lonely men and widows who had just drank some strong wine and didn't know if something would happen.

I have been single for 25 years. Before I met Li Zhan, I didn’t even have a boyfriend’s hand, let alone a senior beginner who had further experience. I am a little bit looking forward to the upcoming late-night show, although Harley Zhan has a good figure. It's terrible, but when it comes to the critical moment, he is extremely ungrateful and has no guts.

Cheng Jingchi felt that he needed some encouragement and support very much at this moment. He picked up his mobile phone and clicked on it, and found that there was another row of 999 message records in the group. He was really impressed.

As a senior family nerd, compared to the lively online and offline life, he prefers to be a quiet and handsome man at home, pet the cat, or watch a movie, or enjoy the two-person world with Li Zhan, saying It seems that the two of them have not confessed to each other for a month, and they are in the period of passionate love!

However, after much deliberation, I found that my social circle is really pitifully small, and there are only three or two friends who can talk.

He searched through his friend's address book several times, and decided to ask Ye Chi to be his bosom buddy late at night.

"Wouldn't it be too soon to go to bed after a month of dating?"

His finger moved back and forth on the send button, hesitating whether to send it or not, the bedroom door was pulled open, and Li Zhan walked in wearing a thin cotton pajamas.

He was so excited that he slid his fingers, and the message he was supposed to send to Ye Chi was sent directly to the group.

Cheng Jingchi: "?!!"