Brother, this showman

In the end, Feng Lianchen didn't get a cent of the new year's money, so he went to the kitchen to cook fish soup for Ye Wenqing with a happy face.

Ye Wenqing was stunned in place, the crimson color of the ears accidentally swept by the candlelight was even more gorgeous than the red plum blossoms in the corner of the wall.

What's going on with the little hairy kids now!Are you so shameless?If this goes on like this, let alone his life, whether he can keep Qingyu is a question.

Ye Wenqing raised his sleeve and wiped heavily on the damp and hot part of his cheeks that hadn't dissipated, almost going crazy, he slammed the fan until the heat on his face subsided.

Feng Lianchen quickly groped into the kitchen, and there were three prepared crucian carp on the stove.

The cooks in the back kitchen only heard that someone drowned in the pond in the front yard, but they didn't know the details, so they didn't show superfluous anger when they saw Feng Lianchen, but instead warmly greeted him.

"Which sect is this young master, he is so handsome."

"Yes, yes, I have been here for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a good-looking person."

"Young master, do you want to eat candy?"

"I still have dried plums here, come and try."

……

The cooks stuffed all kinds of snacks enthusiastically, wishing to give him everything in the kitchen.

"Thank you, aunts." Feng Lianchen thanked me gently, swallowed a piece of orange candy in his mouth, pointed to the fish by the stove, and could smell the faint orange fragrance as he spoke, "I can cook a bowl of soup with a fish ?"

"Yes, yes!" A fat cook simply pushed the fish in the basin in front of Feng Lianchen, "Just now we are still discussing what to do with the remaining three fish. It will taste bad even tomorrow.”

"My lord, do you want me to cook it for you?" The fat cook smiled and said, "There is just half a piece of tofu left, let's cook it together."

"Thank you, auntie, for your kindness." Feng Lianchen smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness at the end of his eyes, and sadness creeping up between his brows, "To tell you the truth, I just dared to offend my senior brother just now, so I'm so angry! I want to cook for him Yutang is so courteous, maybe he can give me some New Year's money if he relieves his anger."

Feng Lianchen's words made the cooks laugh, and the fat cook couldn't believe it: "You're so cute and you're making people angry?"

Feng Lianchen scratched his hair and smiled embarrassedly, like a child who wanted to please adults after doing something wrong.

The cooks are even more rare, you joked with each other.

"Okay, okay." The fat cook lady stopped first, "It's getting late, young master, let's hurry up and cook. It's getting cold later, so we'll go inside to warm up. If you don't know anything, young master, you can call us at any time." .”

"Okay, thank you, auntie." Feng Lianchen nodded.

The cooks carried the stove and opened the curtain one after another and walked into the inner room.

"By the way, that thing." The fat cook lady just stepped into the room and backed out, yawned, and pointed to a few dark green things that were about the size of a thumb on a porcelain white plate next to the seasoning bottle. Like unpolished jade.

Feng Lianchen looked at the thing and met the eyes of the fat cook: "What's wrong, Auntie?"

"That's chicken gall, I saved it for Aunt Li to stop her grandson whooping cough, son, don't throw it in as seasoning, it's very bitter." The fat cook said narrowly.

"it is good."

Feng Lianchen was tossing around in the kitchen, poking his head from time to time to chat with the cooks inside, making them laugh out loud, and liking him more and more.

Ye Wenqing lay lazily on the soft and comfortable brocade quilt and chatted through the sound transmission array.

Lu Yan drank the wine and spoke in a daze with his tongue out: "Ye Wenqing, let me tell you, I drank five glasses with my father today, and my father even cooked dumplings for me. Really. Super delicious! Except I just ate three before he threw it out."

"Master cooked dumplings for you?" Ye Wenqing laughed, lying on his side with his head propped on one hand, "How many times have you called him daddy?"

Lu Yan liked to drink since he was a child, and he got drunk quickly. When others get drunk, his relatives don't recognize him, but he is just the opposite, he only recognizes his relatives.When he is drunk, he likes to hug his master and call his father, and he refuses to let go, clamoring for this and that.

As for Mr. Wen, he called him grandpa once, but in the end Mr. Wen forced him to sober him up, probably because the shadow was too heavy. He never called Mr. Wen's grandfather again, but he still didn't let Master go.

"How many times did you yell?" Lu Yan muttered and hiccupped loudly, "My dad said that I've grown up and can't hug dad anymore."

While talking, I burst into tears, "But I'm only three years old. I'm afraid of thunder, insects, and sleeping alone. I'm not old at all! I want to sleep with my dad, I want to hug him!"

Ye Wenqing laughed with his face covered in the quilt, and his shoulders shook. He always knew that Lu Yan was fun when he was drunk, but he didn't expect that the older he was, the more fun he got, and he was so shameless.

"Ye Wenqing!" Seeing that Ye Wenqing didn't respond to him, Lu Yan yelled dissatisfiedly, "What about you? Why are you silent? No, I'll go and see my father."

"Okay, okay." Ye Wenqing laughed enough, raised her head and replied, "You'd better go back to bed and lie down."

"But I want to find my father." Lu Yan sighed unhappily, "My father is so good-looking, I have to guard him every step of the way."

"But at the age of three, I can't even cross the threshold. How can I find him? Yanyan is so pitiful, can you help me?"

Ye Wenqing: "..."

Where did this idiot come from?

Ye Wenqing was really too lazy to talk nonsense with this fool, so he simply turned off the sound transmission array, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After resting for a while, I heard the door being pushed open with a creak, and a slender figure could be vaguely seen outside through the screen.

"Brother, come over and have a bowl of fish soup." Feng Lianchen poked his head out from behind the screen.

"I'm tired, I want to sleep, I don't want to drink." Ye Wenqing rolled over and buried his face in the quilt, as if he didn't even bother to move his fingers.

Feng Lianchen walked around the screen and walked to the bed, his upper body leaned slightly, his long hair fell on Ye Wenqing's ears, a burst of itching made Ye Wenqing tense subconsciously.

"Brother, do you want me to feed you?" Feng Lianchen smiled lowly.

Ye Wenqing was silent.

Feng Lianchen put his hands on Ye Wenqing's back, and gently stroked the tight muscles through the cloth.

There was a click in Ye Wenqing's mind, and he felt that his back was burning abnormally. He jumped up immediately, two steps away from Feng Lianchen, and looked at him vigilantly: "Is there anything that can't be said properly? I don't know. Does a gentleman use his mouth but not his hands?"

"I said so." Feng Lianchen blinked, his black pearl-like pupils contained innocence.

The little brat really knows how to pretend!I missed it!I really went astray!

Ye Wenqing turned his head and strode out, looking at two steaming bowls of fish soup on the table, green green onion floating on the milky white soup, most of his stomach that was still full was suddenly taken away, The irritability in my heart was instantly calmed down.

"Come on, senior brother." Feng Lianchen handed over a white porcelain spoon, and Zhi Yi sat opposite him, "The fishbone has been picked out, so feel free to eat."

Ye Wenqing scooped up a full spoonful and brought it to his mouth. Before he could taste it carefully, he suddenly turned his head and sprayed it all out. He grabbed the teapot on the table and poured tea into his mouth. Tears welled up in his eyes. Youyou said: "You kissed me and I didn't beat you, but you wanted to poison me. Could it be that you still like people who don't move?"

"Uh..." Feng Lianchen put down his spoon, unable to smile bitterly, "Brother, what you said really hurt my heart."

"I'd rather die myself than do any harm to senior brother." Feng Lianchen looked at him affectionately and mournfully.

"What is it that you didn't mean to have such a bitter fish soup?" Ye Wenqing took another sip from the kettle.

"Bitter?" Feng Lianchen was amazed, and shook his head firmly, "How is it possible, I'm fine with a little drink."

"Then you drink." Ye Wenqing pushed the bowl in front of him.

Without hesitation, Feng Lianchen picked up the bowl and drank it, including soup and meat.

"You..." Ye Wenqing frowned, seeing that his expression didn't change, "You don't have to fight like this, do you?"

Feng Lianchen glanced at him inexplicably, and then pushed his own bowl in front of him: "It's true, master, try my bowl."

"No!" Ye Wenqing shook his head and refused, and glanced warily at the fish soup, "It's just bitter, don't try to lie to me."

"Then senior brother wants me to feed it?" Feng Lianchen pulled the corners of his lips, picked up a porcelain spoon to scoop up the soup and brought it to his mouth, and said softly, "Senior brother really have another taste, it's not bitter, it's good How can the fish soup be bitter? My hands got blisters and I just wanted to make a bowl of fish soup for my brother, but my brother only took a sip and vomited it, I felt bad."

Feng Lianchen coaxed and lied to feed a spoonful, his eyes filled with anticipation: "How is it? Isn't it bitter?"

The delicious soup flowed into the throat, leaving a lingering fragrance between the lips and teeth, and Ye Wenqing's eyes lit up.

Seeing this, Feng Lianchen made persistent efforts and continued to scoop up the soup.

Soon the bowl of soup bottomed out, and there was only a piece of fish with a gap left. Feng Lianchen's eyes flashed slightly, and it was time to pick it up with chopsticks and bring it to Ye Wenqing's mouth.

Ye Wenqing took a bite subconsciously, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a tooth mark, and immediately widened his eyes, but took the opportunity to put all the fish into his mouth.

Feng Lianchen packed the bowls and chopsticks, picked up the food box and sent it back to the kitchen, with a wide smile on his face and brisk steps, he didn't know he thought he had picked up the money.

Ye Wenqing swallowed the fish in his mouth stiffly, and realized later, had he been tricked by this brat?

In the kitchen, the fat cook lady ran into Feng Lianchen just after finishing tidying up, she put her hands in her hands and asked curiously, "Is your senior brother calm?"

"It's gone." Feng Lianchen put down the food box and stretched his arms to scoop up water to wash the dishes.

"Just put it there, put it there, I'll wash it later." The fat cook stopped.

"Why have you bothered my aunt so many times, it's just two bowls." Feng Lianchen shook his head and went straight to wash the bowls.

The more the fat cook looked at Feng Lianchen, the more satisfied she was, and she was sensible and caring, so her heart moved: "I wonder if the young master has a family?"

"It's done." Feng Lianchen curled his lips, "He threw a hydrangea ball to invite his relatives, and I just received it, and then we married."

"It's really a fate." The fat cook was a little disappointed but was replaced by envy, "There is really a story in this play."

"To tell you the truth, auntie." Feng Lianchen put down the bowl and smiled slyly, "We agreed a long time ago that he will only throw his hydrangea to me."

The fat cook gave a chuckle: "Oh! I really envy the dead."

There were only two bowls, and they were washed in one go. The fat cook just locked the door, holding the chicken galls in her hand. She counted them by candlelight and found that one was missing. A cat just jumped out of the corner and walked around the fat cook. Called a few times.

"Little ancestor, you even eat chicken guts, and you are not afraid of suffering." The fat cook was unable to support her forehead, and pinched the flesh on the cat's neck, "Come on, I will take you to drink water."

Feng Lianchen, who was walking in front, paused and quickly sank into the darkness.