It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Time passed quickly, Mo Wuming went up and down every day to practice swords, and in a blink of an eye, after a few days, he will be given a rest tomorrow, and finally he can stay at home.

After the price was paid, Mo Wuming rushed to the market to buy a lot of food. These days, more and more ingredients are consumed and less is imported. If you have time tomorrow, you can cook some food.

Humming a song and driving an ox cart, he shouted "I'm back" as usual when he got home.

Looking up, he found Fang Mian practicing sword in the yard. His body was light and his sword energy was not strong. He probably was exercising his muscles and bones. He felt aggrieved for Fang Mian after recuperating these days.

"Brother Fang's injury has healed." Mo Wuming just finished being happy when he thought that he was about to leave.

"Yeah", seeing that Mo Wuming bought a lot of things, he put away his sword and went to help.

His eyes flickered, how could he hope that Brother Fang would get better soon, it was so immoral, so relieved, and still not the joy when he came back.

"Brother Fang, no need, I'll just come, you don't know where to put it."

Frowning, Fang Mian directly carried a string of meat and a basket of vegetables, why didn't he know, why didn't he just put it in the kitchen!Glancing at Mo Wuming, he walked away.

Putting aside the good things, Mo Wuming cleared up his mood, turned to Fang Mian and said: "Today, let's do more to celebrate Brother Fang, is Xiao Liu still there?"

Fang Mian: "Yes, do you want to help?"

"No, no, you go for a walk, just do a little exercise, don't exercise too much."

In fact, his injury has already been healed, not only the injury has healed, but his skill has also advanced to a higher level, but he didn't intend to talk about this with Mo Wuming, so he nodded and walked out.

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The dinner was very rich, braised pork in brown sauce, donkey meat bought on fire, the sweet and sour pork tenderloin that Fang Mian said was delicious, eggplant with minced garlic, boiled fish, cold salad... four meat and four vegetables plus two soups.

Surely he couldn't finish it, so he pretended to send some to Mrs. Du's house, where his two nephews happened to be.

"Hello Uncle Mo"

"Hello Uncle Mo"

"Hey, Mingzhi and Xiaoqiu Academy are taking a break."

"Yes, Uncle Mo, Master allows us to go to school in the future." The eldest son Du Mingzhi answered Mo Wuming squarely.

It was quite festive, and I really wanted to touch the boy's head. Mo Wuming laughed and was about to speak when Second Aunt Du hurried over: "Don't block the door, let Uncle Mo come in."

The two children turned sideways again.

"Sister-in-law, I won't go in. I'll take a bath tomorrow, and I bought a lot of ingredients. I just made a meal and brought it here for you to taste." Holding the food box, he stuffed it into Du Mingzhi's hand.

"I won't go in, so hurry back, I'm leaving." With a wave of his hand, Mo Wuming turned and left.

"Hey..." Second Aunt Du didn't finish her sentence, seeing that everyone had already left, she had to lead her two sons back to the house.

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"Yo, Xiao Liu is back." Mo Wuming cleaned his hands, and before entering the room, he saw Xiao Liu by the door, and the dishes were served on the table.

Jialiu smiled and hung his white teeth: "I'll go back after smelling it, Mr. Mo did a lot today!"

"Well, to celebrate your son's injury, Dayu," the other party greeted with a smile.

"Sit down and eat."

"Okay." Master's injury has already healed, right?It doesn't matter, it is real to eat so much. There are several dishes that he has never eaten in restaurants.

"Wow, Kweichow Moutai." Jialiu was excited. He hadn't had such a good wine for a long time. He didn't expect to meet him here. There was also this spicy fish fillet, so cool!

Mo Wuming: Moutai?This wine is quite famous, I didn't look at it carefully before, the wine is clear and clear, but the color is yellowish.He can't drink it, and it's not a waste to meet someone who can drink it.

After filling up one by one, Mo Wuming raised his cup and said: "Come on, let's celebrate Brother Fang..." He raised his head and did it, he didn't want to mention the matter of seeing them off.

"Okay, let's do it." Jialiu drank it happily, and filled himself up again.

"Thank you", Fang Mian tasted it carefully for a moment, and then finished it, and Jialiu quickly poured it for the master.

The three of them ate and drank very happily, Mo Wuming didn't like to drink and drank a few glasses, Jialiu and Fang Mian even drank a lot.

Satisfied with food and drink, they didn't bother to clean up the table, they struggled and swayed to find the bed, and threw themselves on it.

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When he woke up, the sky was already bright, Mo Wuming felt a little uncomfortable in his head, subconsciously covered his temple with one hand, while shaking his head against the pillow.

"Huh?" A slightly hoarse voice rang in my ears, what's wrong?

After rubbing twice more, he suddenly opened his eyes. Was it Fang Mian's sleeve that he just rubbed? !

After waking up, Mo Wuming turned around and lay flat, trying to raise his hand to cover his eyes, he twitched, twitched again?Fang Mian sleeps in a very upright position, lying flat on his back, with his hands naturally placed by his sides, but his back is pressing down on his arm, don't you feel panicky? Brother Fang!

Unable to pull it out, Mo Wuming carefully tried to move Fang Mian away, turned his body sideways, met Fang Mian, and just about to force himself into a pair of bright black eyes, he was speechless for a while.

A pair of arms stretched out and hugged his neck, Mo Wuming was stunned, the owner of his hands lifted him up, rubbed against his neck, and muttered... Morning? !

"Morning." Mo Wuming responded softly, supported the opponent's back with one hand, and slowly pulled out the other arm, 'hiss', numb.

After repeatedly clenching his fists to relieve the numbness, Mo Wuming carefully laid Fang Mian flat and coaxed softly: "It's still early, sleep a little longer~".

Seeing that Fang Mian half-opened and half-closed his eyes, he closed them after a while.It's absolutely impossible to wake up, so the muttering voice doesn't look like Brother Fang's, people can't judge it according to the usual, I hope he won't remember it when he wakes up, it would be bad if he becomes angry and kills to silence him.

Mo Wuming opened the door of the back room and entered the main hall. The strong smell of wine came over his face, and the table was in a mess. The two of them actually drank up such a big jar of wine! !

He cast a disgusted glance at Xiaoliu, who smelled of alcohol and was sleeping with his hair curled up. He was still a martial artist, so he didn't have the slightest sense of vigilance.

"Mr. Mo~" Xiao Liu opened his eyes and looked at Mo Wuming standing in front of him, turned over and fell asleep again.

Startled by the sudden sound, Mo Wuming pulled the dropped quilt for Xiao Liu, and went to the kitchen with the leftovers from the dining table. Martial arts practitioners are not gods, so they still need to relax... …

Water was added to the pot, and hangover soup was boiled on the small stove.Mo Wuming went to the well to wash with cold water, completely awake.

Carrying the hot water to the bathroom, although he didn't drink much yesterday, he still smelled of alcohol and was sticky and greasy, so it was still comfortable to take a bath.

After Mo Wuming cleaned up, he found Fang Mian standing at the door of the main room looking at him. He didn't know how long he had been up, and whether he still remembered what happened just now. It seemed nothing unusual.

"Brother Fang, good morning. There's sober soup warm in the kitchen, let's have a bowl."

"Yeah" as always, Leng Yue didn't fluctuate, it's fine, nothing unusual.

Mo Wuming put down the bucket and went to the kitchen to serve Fang Mian soup. Fang Mian turned around and walked back to the main hall, kicking Jialiu up.

Jialiu felt the familiar attack, dodged it unequivocally, and got up quickly.Standing still, remembering that it was his master, he added with a smile: "Subconscious reaction, why don't you do it all over again, I'll give you a kick."

Ignoring Jialiu's pretentious gesture, he said plainly: "Pack up and leave today."

"Yes, master."

Guessing that Jialiu should be getting up, Mo Wuming directly brought in two bowls of hangover soup, handed it over to them to drink, and then said: "The hot water is ready, you can go to the bathroom to wash up. I will cook."

"Okay, Brother Lao Mo, we'll leave in a while." Fang Mian put the bowl on the table, watching Mo Wuming tell him the news of his departure.

Mo Wuming's smile froze slightly: "Well, I see, let's go after breakfast."

Seeing that the other party wanted to refuse, he interrupted: "It's not too late to eat."

"Then thank you, Brother Mo." Fang Mian did not refuse, and it was indeed not too late.

Parting is always sentimental. Although we haven't been together for too long, the people who eat and sleep together for so long are only one Fang Mian in two lives. Fortunately, we are mentally prepared and will return to normal after a while.

Fang Mian stood in the middle of the yard, Jialiu was standing behind the master with his burden on his back, Mo Wuming stuffed some freshly baked cakes into the burden of the two of them, opened his mouth to say something, then sighed, stepped forward to hug her. After hugging Fang Mian, he just said: "Brother Fang, take care of yourself from now on!"

Fang Mian raised his hand to hug Mo Wuming back, and responded, "Well, goodbye."

Noisy voices came from outside the gate, the door was slammed loudly, and a loud voice penetrated into the ears of everyone: "Boy Mo, open the door quickly, great joy, great joy, hurry up and open the door..."

Reluctantly let go of Fang Mian, looked at the door and then turned to look at Fang Mian: "I'll go and open the door."

"Ah."

As soon as Mo Wuming opened the door, a fat and festively dressed woman squeezed in, "Zhang, matchmaker Zhang?"

Matchmaker Zhang exaggeratedly covered her mouth and laughed loudly: "It's me, boy Mo, what a happy event. I heard magpies crowing this morning. I'm here to propose a marriage for Miss Zhang from the Zhang family in the town. It's the one who occupies the Ming Dynasty. Most of Lancheng eats food shops..."

Fang Mian saw the ostentatious woman with her fat buttocks yelling with great joy, then glanced at Mo Wuming, said without turning her head, "Let's go", and walked out of the yard with a slap in the face, followed by Jialiu...

"Zhang, matchmaker Zhang, I don't have this plan, and it's not convenient today, there is..." Mo Wuming looked back into the yard, but there was no one there.

"What's the matter? It's not inconvenient. Let me tell you that this is a great thing that is hard to find even with a lantern. No matter how many people look forward to it, they can't wait for it. The conditions in Zhang's house are so good, and Miss Zhang is well-educated since she was a child, gentle and virtuous. , looks like a flower and a jade..."

Mo Wuming looked at the middle of the yard without saying a word, and the matchmaker Zhang was chattering in his ear, talking non-stop, but he felt that the yard was a bit empty and deserted.

The author has something to say:

Happy Lantern Festival~ Meh?