with son

Lin Mo drove the carriage and stopped at the back door of the Zhao residence, waiting for his young master to come out.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of the young master.It was warm in winter, and he leaned against the car door, counting the white and fat clouds in the sky boredly, and when he counted, he heard a sound.He was overjoyed, turned around and saw his young master walking out supporting Jiang Yu.

Lin Mo's face suddenly collapsed, why are you still following my son? !

"Little Mo," Lin Ziyan pulled Jiang Yu into the carriage, and said to Lin Mo, "Go to Zuixian Tower."

Zuixianlou?Lin Mo was at a loss, young master hungry?

He quickly took out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he bought on the street, opened the paper bag and said, "Master, let's eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake first."

Lin Ziyan shook his head, "No need..." Before he finished speaking, a piece of pastry came to his lips.

"You're so thin, you don't eat too much," Jiang Yuxing frowned, "You want to be as thin as a bamboo pole?"

Lin Ziyan stared at him blankly.

Then, Lin Mo saw that Jiang Yuxing took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and gave the remaining half of the cake back to his son, saying, "It's quite sweet."

"You, you..." Lin Mo was furious, "Give back to my young master what you bitten?!"

Jiang Yuxing thought about it, so he ate half of the piece, and brought another piece to Lin Ziyan's lips, "Do you want to eat?"

The sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus melted slowly, lingering in it, before Lin Ziyan recovered his senses, he opened his mouth and bit half of it.

Jiangyuxing: "Is it sweet?"

Lin Ziyan nodded.

Jiang Yuxing was so happy that he stuffed half of the cake in his mouth again.

Lin Ziyan, Lin Mo: "..."

Jiangyuxing: "..." What am I doing?

"Cough..." Jiang Yuxing said awkwardly, "I'm hungry."

As he spoke, he was about to reach for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake again, Lin Mo hurriedly hid the paper bag in his arms, "This is for my son, not for you."

"Little Mo," Lin Ziyan said helplessly, "Don't be rude."

Lin Mo Bian pursed his mouth, reluctantly stuffed the paper bag into Jiang Yuxing, then turned around to catch the car, and muttered: "Eat, eat, eat, you'll be exhausted."

When he got angry, he flicked the rein and shouted: "Drive!"

The horse swung its hooves and jumped out, causing the carriage to sway, and Lin Ziyan, who was sitting in the carriage, threw himself into Jiang Yuxing's arms.

Jiang Yuxing hugged him subconsciously and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Lin Ziyan got up from his arms, only to see that the paper bag Lin Mo stuffed for Jiang Yuxing just now was crushed by himself, and the osmanthus cake inside was probably also crushed.

Lin Ziyan: "..." I didn't mean it.

So, when Lin Mo drove the car to Zuixianlou, he opened the curtain and saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus cake had become a sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Lin Mo thought it was Jiang Yuxing who crushed him, so he rushed forward to hit him in anger, but Jiang Yuxing grabbed him by the collar, and because of his short feet and short hands, he couldn't hit anyone no matter how he threw himself.

"You, you!" Lin Mo was furious, "Let go! Bastard!"

"Little Mo," Lin Ziyan said hastily, "I was not careful..."

"It's okay," Jiang Yuxing said calmly, "It'll be fine when he gets tired from thumping."

Lin Ziyan: "But..."

"Bad guy!" Lin Mo bared his teeth and claws, "I'll let you eat my son's sweet-scented osmanthus cake! Shameless!"

Lin Ziyan: "..." It's because of eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake...

It didn't take long for Lin Mo to be motionless, and he followed Lin Ziyan into the Zuixian Tower aggrievedly.

They sat down at the table, Lin Ziyan saw that Lin Mo was still angry, and coaxed, "Xiao Mo, I heard that the Baihua Cake here is good, do you want to try it?"

Lin Mo nodded, took another look at Jiang Yuxing, and said angrily, "I want sweet-scented osmanthus cake." I won't give it to you!

Jiang Yuxing poured tea and drank it by himself, and didn't bother with him.

I have elbows, he thought.

Zuixianlou's knuckles were stewed very soft, and when Xiao Er brought them up, he beamed and said, "His knuckles are the best in the whole capital."

Jiang Yuxing was dubious and bit half of it.

Lin Ziyan sat opposite him and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Looking at him, Jiang Yuxing suddenly remembered the dream he had a few days ago.In the dream, Lin Ziyan also brought him a big elbow, and said that he stewed it himself, and that he could butcher pigs, and then in the blink of an eye, he became that fat Wang Fugui with big ears. Woke up.

"Brother Jiang?" Seeing that he was silent, Lin Ziyan couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuxing paused, and asked, "Can you stew elbows?"

Lin Ziyan shook his head, "No."

That's good, Jiangyu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, someone shouted: "Mr. Lin!"

When he looked back, he saw Wang Fugui, the pork seller, running over.

Jiangyu Xing: "..."

"Mr. Lin," Wang Fugui looked at the pork knuckles on the table and said happily, "Is this knuckle delicious? I just sent it here today, and it's so fresh."

Lin Ziyan hadn't eaten yet, so he could only smile.

Wang Fugui chatted a few more words, until Lin Mo was full, and ran outside the door to feed the horses.

He said that the business has been bad these days, and the building seldom asks him to deliver meat, and his father is so worried that his hair turns gray.

Mr. Lin, eat more, I sent a lot of meat here today!

Lin Ziyan was so pestered by him that he couldn't help it, so he ordered fried pork liver and stewed pork heart...

Wang Fugui left contentedly. Lin Ziyan looked at the table of pig livers and hearts, and silently glanced at Jiang Yuxing.

Jiang Yuxing: "..." I don't lack a liver, nor a heart.

"Seed cakes, sell sesame cakes..."

Lin Ziyan heard the yelling and unconsciously looked out the window.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuxing asked, "Do you want some biscuits?"

"No," Lin Ziyan said, "My father loves sesame seed cakes, and he often bought them for me when I was young."

Jiang Yuxing thought for a while, stood up and said, "Wait for me for a while."

Lin Ziyan looked at him in a daze as he limped out the door.

where to?I haven't finished my meal yet...

"My lord," at this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly came across, holding a flag and dressed like a fortune teller, "Your lord, do you want to make a fortune?"

Lin Ziyan shook his head and said, "No need."

The man sat down leisurely, "Sir, do you not believe in fate?"

"Life is only a few dozen years," Lin Ziyan said, "What's the difference between believing and not believing?"

"But your fate is not here." The man raised his eyes and looked straight at Lin Ziyan, "Your fate is in the north."

Lin Ziyan's heart tightened, and Ning Mo's words from that day suddenly rang in his ears.

"You were not born by Lin Xiuyuan..."

"Your biological father is a spy from Subeilou, from Beiqi."

Lin Ziyan stood up abruptly, "You..."

"What's wrong?" A familiar voice came from behind, and then his back pressed against his warm chest.Lin Ziyan turned his head and saw Jiang Yuxing frowning and asked, "Why do you look so bad?"

Lin Ziyan couldn't help raising his hand to tug at his cuff.

Jiang Yuxing frowned deeper and deeper, and looked up at the other person at the table, "Who are you?"

The man dusted off his banner, and wrote lightly: "It's just a fortune teller."

"Fortune teller?" Jiang Yuxing suddenly picked up a plate of fried pork liver, put it in front of him with a "clang", raised his brows, and said, "Then do the math, when did this pig die?"