The black moonlight brother dressed as the male protagonist

The soft seats are near the window, and you can enjoy the unique scenery, and you can have a panoramic view of the river and green lake outside the window.

His square-inch chin rested on the window sill, the breeze was blowing, and the hair on his forehead fluttered slightly, "Ah Ting, this place is so beautiful, we must come here often in the future."

"My lord, your wine." Xiao Er put two jugs of wine on the table.

Gan Ting poured Fang Cun a cup, "Try."

Fang Cun took it and took a sip, "Not bad, good wine."

Gan Ting filled him up again, "Continue to drink."

"Huh? Although this wine is good, it's not very good to drink in the morning."

Fang Cun put down his wine glass, "Ah Ting, did I say something wrong yesterday after getting drunk to make you angry?"

"No."

Although Gan Ting denied it, Fang Cun felt that the matter must not be that simple. Something must have happened in the bridal chamber last night, so he asked: "Then you."

"General!"

Next to my ear was the voice of Hades coming to urge him to die again.

"General!"

Fang Cun cursed, "What's the matter?"

"Ma'am, she...she!" The servant gasped, "She smashed the second lady's room!"

Fang Cun rested his forehead distractedly.

Gan Ting didn't care, "Then I won't go back today, Xiaoer."

Xiaoer shouted: "Come on!"

"Open two upper rooms." Gan Ting took out his wallet and was about to pay.

"Don't, don't." Fang Cun stopped, "Let's go back and have a look."

The boy stepped aside, "Please, General."

Fang Cun was very depressed. It is true that he was not bad looking, he could be regarded as a good-looking dog, and he was sought after by many girls when he was in school, but he had never encountered such a fire in the backyard.

What's more, this is not called a fire, it is simply an explosion, one side is the hero of the whole book who cannot be offended, and the other is the protagonist of the side mission, Fang Cun carries water, Fang Wan'er is unhappy, Fang Cun is a little partial, the male protagonist's eyes can kill people, There is no end to this kind of miserable life in the world, and Fang Cun has already scolded Sun Qiong as a scumbag ten thousand times in his heart.

Sun House.

Fang Lian'er's house is remote, and Fang Wan'er burned, killed and plundered it and basically turned it into a deserted haunted house.

"This..."

Fang Cun walked through the dilapidated house, the wooden door was dismantled, the few decorations were smashed to the ground, and even the dressing table was split into wooden strips, making it a mess.

"Violence is not advisable. Let's sit down and talk slowly if we have anything to say."

Fang Wan'er said angrily: "Fang Lian'er doesn't seem to want to chat with me slowly."

"Yes."

Gan Ting stood in front of Fang Wan'er confidently.

But Fang Cun could imagine Fang Lian'er's past situation.

Fang Lian'er was alone in the Sun Mansion, and when the house was smashed, she might have cried and begged, but Fang Wan'er would not take pity on her.

When Sun Qiong passed by, he might say to Fang Wan'er, "Ma'am, don't be tired."

Then the young liking was worn away bit by bit, turning into anger and resentment.

Fang Wan'er brought a bowl of porridge, "The general went out early, I made some porridge for fear that the general would be hungry, drink it quickly, it will get cold later."

Fang Cun didn't dare not take it, picked it up and took a sip, a warm feeling in his stomach diluted the taste of the wine, "It's delicious."

He suddenly thought of the raw dumpling from yesterday, "You are so good at cooking, what about the dumpling from yesterday?"

Fang Wan'er said: "Wrap whatever you want."

I get it, it's all aimed at Fang Lian'er, Fang Cun drank the porridge with his head down, and the full bowl was quickly emptied.

Fang Wan'er covered her mouth and smiled lightly, then served some shortbread, "Slow down, there are more."

The shortbread was shaped like a peach blossom, which was very pretty. Fang Cun took a bite and said inarticulately, "But you smashed his room, where will he stay tonight?"

Fang Wan'er didn't seem to take this seriously, "The most important thing in the General's Mansion is the residence of the servants. Fang Lian'er has been the weaver girl of the Sun Mansion since she was a child, so she won't be uncomfortable living here?"

Gan Ting said bluntly, "I'm not used to living here."

Fang Cun rubbed Gan Ting's head with his other hand, "It's okay, sleep with me tonight."

"Crack!" Gan Ting angrily knocked off his hand.

Fang Wan'er said calmly, "Where is my hairpin?"

"Here." Gan Ting took the hairpin out of his sleeve provocatively, "But I don't want to give it to you."

Fang Wan'er said angrily: "Fang Lian'er!"

"I'm here to persuade him, I'm here to persuade him." Master Fang Cun Duan Shui went online, with both sides, "Keep smashing, smashing happily, calm down."

Fang Wan'er turned around and left in anger.

Fang Cun breathed a sigh of relief, and took another bite of the shortbread, "Xiao Ting'er, this hairpin shouldn't be of much use, so you can return it to her."

Gan Ting said coldly, "Throw it away."

Fang Cun was at a loss, "Huh?"

"I asked you to throw away these pastries in your hands."

Fang Cun hastily threw the shortbread far away, and patted off the crumbs in his hands.

Gan Ting raised his head and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Fang Cun nodded subconsciously, and quickly shook his head when he realized it, jokingly said, "Won't the little brat be jealous again?"

Gan Ting laughed mockingly: "There is poison in this pastry."

Fang Cun felt that he had bitten a mouthful of shit, and coughed violently, "???!!!!!! Cough cough!"

Gan Ting said indifferently: "It's just a chronic poison. Long-term use will cause harm to the body. It's fine to eat a little."

"It's not a matter of eating more and eating less." Fang Cun's face turned blue, "Fang Wan'er ordered it?..."

"Correct."

Fang Cun shuddered for a while, "Why did she poison Sun Qiong, Fang Wan'er..."

Fang Cun felt that he had been deceived. In the book, Fang Wan's son Sun Qiong fell in love at first sight. Sure enough, the love stories in fairy tales are all deceptive.

Gan Ting laughed quietly, "Do you still want to drink the porridge she cooked?"

Fang Cun waved his hands in panic, "Don't drink, don't drink."

"Come here, let me cook for you."

Gan Ting turned around and asked the servant next to him, "Where is the dining room?"

"This way."

The boy led the way, but he didn't know the size, so he said, "What's the matter, it's so sudden."

Gan Ting didn't take it seriously, "It's easy for you to take the food handed over by others, and I'll cook it for you."

Fang Cun followed behind Gan Ting, persuading him earnestly: "You...can you? Don't force it, I'm not hungry."

Gan Ting turned his head impatiently.

Fang Cun admitted that his skills had skyrocketed after wearing the book, and nodded sincerely, "I'm hungry."

This is the first time in his life that the noble male protagonist cooks, and he can tell by his size.

After all, normal people don't just throw rice into the pot and clamor for porridge.

Fang Cun was dying, "Put the water..."

"I use you to teach?"

Gan Ting poured a ladle of cold water into the pot, and there was a sudden burst of oil, and the frightened hero took a step back at a loss.

Fang Cun rubbed the space between his brows, "...how about I do it."

"To shut up."

Our hero is in charge of cooking, and the dining room is in a mess. The servants who were originally performing their duties looked here curiously. After all, it is really rare in a century for a person with such poor cooking skills to appear in the kitchen, and the general is still escorting him. one sight.

But the general seemed terrified.

"Do you need hot sauce for porridge?"

"That's anise, my God."

"This is too much salt."

Fang Cun was terrified by Gan Ting's operation, and when he thought that this pot of washing water was for himself, he almost burst into tears.

Gan Ting gritted his teeth, "I tell you to shut up."

Wash the pot of water, oh no, the porridge came out smoothly, Gan Ting pushed it in front of Fang Cun, and ordered: "Eat."

Fang Cun picked up the bowl with trembling hands, just took a small sip, the smell of musty, stinky feet, fishy smell and all kinds of smell rushed into his stomach.

Fang Cun covered his mouth, feeling nauseous for a while, looked up at the hero, his eyes seemed to say, if you dare to vomit, I will let you die.

He had to force himself to swallow.

Gan Ting asked interestingly, "Is it delicious?"

The square-inch noodles are as dead ashes, and they will soon become immortals, "It's delicious, good."

"My cooking tastes better than Fang Wan'er's cooking."

The kid was really jealous.

Fang Cun slapped the table, filled with righteous indignation, "How can Fang Wan'er compare with you what you said, our culinary skills are unique in the Six Realms!"

Gan Ting said slowly, "3."

Puzzled, "What?"

"2."

"1."

Fang Cun was in a trance for a while, and his head suddenly became heavy and wobbly. He shook his head, but he became more and more unconscious.

Finally, there was nothing in front of my eyes, and I fell on the table.

"you...."

Fang Cun struggled to open his eyes, moved his lips slightly to say something, but finally passed out.