I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

The people who were full of wine and food, and a little drunk went back home. Aunt Zhang was thinking about her home and went back early. Mother Ji drank a small glass of wine secretly while no one was paying attention Hehe, Ji Mingwen looked at Yan Moji who fell asleep on the table because he drank too much wine, feeling a little helpless.

She is an elderly woman, how can she bring home a big and a young drunk?

At this time, only Li Si and Qian Ping were left in the shop, Qian Ping was busy clearing up the dishes, Li Si came over and said, "Ms. Ji, let me take the owner home."

"This..." Mother Ji hesitated a little. Although Yan Moji usually did not avoid suspicion, she was her daughter-in-law after all. How could he ask a strange man to touch him and send him home when he was drunk?

Li Si was not sure whether Ji's mother knew Ji Mingwu's identity, and he couldn't take the initiative to reveal it. He was thinking about how to prove that he had no second thoughts about his master, when he heard a steady voice outside the door:

"I'll take him back."

This voice was so familiar that Li Si shivered subconsciously. Looking at the door, he saw Ji Mingwu appearing on crutches.

This was Ji Mingwu's first visit to Shijinshi except for carpentry work. Apart from Ji Mingwen and Yan Moji who were drunk and unconscious, Ji's mother, Li Si, and Qian Ping who were still in the lobby all cast their gazes over.

Facing the suspicious gazes of the three people, Ji Mingwu's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "It's getting late, dad sees that you haven't been home for a long time, please ask me to take a look."

Ji's mother and Ji's father have been husband and wife for many years, so they are naturally aware of their own man's temperament. After hearing what their son said, they couldn't help being a little funny, but they didn't expose it. Let's see how to bring him back."

Ji Mingwu nodded, glanced at Li Siqianping who had a weird expression, limped to Yan Moji's side, lowered his waist slightly, stretched his left arm under Yan Moji's body, and with a little force, Yan Moji was completely He mentioned his back, and purposely pushed it upwards to make Yan Moji lie more comfortably.

Then he stood up straight, as if the weight of the whole person did not exist, leaning on crutches, together with Ji Mu, left the mixed food as if nothing had happened, leaving only the crutches that gradually went away and "clicked" to hit the ground Voice.

Li Si and Qian Ping looked at each other, always feeling a little toothache.

...

Ji Mingwu took Yan Moji home and put him on the big bed in the bedroom. Just as he was about to get up, he heard Yan Moji, who was supposed to be drunk, murmur, "Brother Wu."

Ji Mingwu originally thought that Yan Moji had woken up, but turned his head to take a closer look. Yan Moji was drunk, his eyes were hazy, his mind was blurred, and he occasionally smacked his mouth, obviously still drunk and unconscious.

——Is this drunk talking?

Ji Mingwu stood up, seeing Yan Moji reeking of alcohol, hesitated for a moment, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water, soaked the towel, took it back and gave Yan Moji a brief wipe of his head and face.

Yan Moji was itchy from being rubbed, tried to open his eyes, trying to see the man in front of him clearly: "Brother Wu?"

Ji Mingwu gave a faint "um" and kept moving his hands.

Yan Moji laughed foolishly, hiccupped, and the smell of alcohol came to his face: "Brother Wu... what are you doing?"

Ji Mingwu waved his hand helplessly to dispel the smell of wine.

"Brother Wu...don't worry, I will treat you well!" Yan Moji didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly sat up "teng", hugged Ji Mingwu, and rubbed his head on Ji Mingwu's shoulder, silly With a chuckle, "Brother Wu, marry me... No, you are my wife... No, I am your wife?"

The moment Yan Moji rushed forward, the muscles of Ji Mingwu's whole body tensed, his right hand subconsciously touched the crutch beside him, and as if thinking of something, he forcibly held back the attacking gesture, and was embraced by Yan Moji.

Hugged by Yan Moji's young body, Ji Mingwu felt himself stiffer, and a feeling he had never experienced since he was born rose in his heart, a little sour and a little numb, and finally all turned into gentle warmth.

Ji Mingwu was stiff for a long time, and finally relaxed slowly. Seeing that Yan Moji didn't make any further movements, he tentatively patted him on the back: "Yan Moji?"

What answered him was Yan Moji's small rhythmic snoring and occasional babbling.

Ji Mingwu: "..."

Finally, a hint of helplessness appeared on his usually expressionless face, General Ji Ming put Yan Moji down on the bed again, and wiped his face again.

When it was almost wiped clean, Ji Mingwu was just about to leave when he heard Yan Moji on the bed calling softly: "Brother Wu...I have a headache..."

Headache?

Ji Mingwu paused, turned around, and said in a low voice: "Take a good rest."

Yan Moji didn't know whether he was dreaming or awake, his voice was filled with grievance, his voice was soft as if coquettish: "I have a headache..."

Ji Mingwu's throat moved slightly, he was silent for a while, and then he sighed, and sat by Yan Moji's window again, stretched out his two hands, gently pressed his index finger and middle finger on the temples on both sides of Yan Moji, and slowly turned stand up.

Carefully putting a trace of internal force on his fingertips, and gently pressing Yan Moji's temples, Ji Mingwu looked at his sleeping son-in-law at close range, and for some reason, suddenly felt a trace of warmth in his heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously Lifted up, the arc on the face is softened a lot.

This feeling... doesn't seem to be bad?

He remembered that when he first saw Yan Moji, he felt that the young man's gaze was cowardly and inferior. Just one glance made people feel that it was a piece of rotten wood that could not be carved; but to this day, Ji Mingwu had to admit that he seemed to see Lost eyes.

After waking up drunk that day, the young man seemed to be a different person, becoming cheerful, hardworking, and hardworking... I watched him start from scratch, starting from a small pancake stand, working hard every day, and in less than half a year, he became It has developed into such a big shop, with many deposits and buddies.

And it doesn't stop there, in the future picture he drew to himself, this small town is just a starting point, he wants to become a wealthy businessman who can spread his shops all over the country...

Although I don't know much about business, but listening to his description like this seems to be quite enjoyable, and I don't feel upset at all.

Moreover, when he came into contact with the strange circle of Jianghu martial arts, he was not afraid, repelled, or disgusted, and even wanted martial arts to help him cook... He actually found the benefits of martial arts for cooking!

If this is the case, will he be able to break the mutual defense and isolation between the Jianghu martial arts and the common people in the future...

After getting along for half a year, Ji Mingwu felt that he seemed to have gotten used to the life with this young man by his side.

only……

Ji Mingwu subconsciously looked at Yan Moji's ruddy lips.

——He is his daughter-in-law...

——Was what he said just now a drunken nonsense, or a drunken utterance?

Ji Mingwu pursed his lips. For some reason, he felt a trace of anxiety in his heart that he hadn't seen for a long time.

In the end, he returned to his usual indifferent expression, withdrew his hand, stared at his fingertips for a while, the expression on his face softened a bit, then he walked lightly, turned and left.

...

When Yan Moji woke up the next day, he thought he had traveled through time again.

The familiar room and the familiar smell of alcohol are exactly the same as the state he woke up in when he first wore it.

He struggled to get up, patted his head, and the messy memories in his head finally returned to normal order:

I remember that I should have celebrated the grand opening with the shop assistants at Assorted Food last night, and then I was so happy that I drank too much wine, and then I got drunk...

Who sent him home, Li Si?

Yan Moji got out of bed and stood up, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

Unlike the last time I woke up drunk, I didn't feel sticky with sweat stains on my body, and my head was very refreshed. I didn't feel the headache of waking up with a hangover at all. Except for the faint smell of alcohol in the room, it didn't look like I was drunk last night at all. look!

Didn't he actually drink that much yesterday?

Yan Moji had almost never been drunk in his previous life, nor had he experienced being taken care of after being drunk. He scratched his head and couldn't figure out why, so he put aside his doubts for the time being, grabbed his clothes and went out.

Facing the water tank, Yan Moji drank half a scoop of clear well water, and Yan Moji completely recovered. He smiled and greeted Ji Mingwu who came out of the carpentry room: "Brother Wu, good morning!"

Ji Mingwu glanced at him, and knew that Yan Moji definitely didn't remember what happened after he was drunk last night, so he didn't say much: "Morning."

Yan Moji smiled a little embarrassedly: "I drank too much yesterday, and I got up late today...Brother Wu, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet."

"Then let me make breakfast." Yan Moji rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically, "I haven't had breakfast at home for a long time."

Ji Mingwu reminded lightly: "Don't you need to go to the assorted food?"

"No, I told Li Si yesterday that I'm going to study new food at home today, and it might not pass." Yan Moji replied, then remembered something, and asked casually, "It was Li Si who sent me back yesterday Yes, I didn't cause you any trouble, did I?"

After waiting for a while, Yan Moji heard Ji Mingwu's deep voice: "No."

Hey, why do you feel that Brother Wu seems a little unhappy?

Yan Moji turned his head in doubt, but saw Ji Mingwu's face was calm and breezy, and there was nothing strange at all.

Maybe he was thinking too much... Yan Moji didn't take it seriously, washed his hands and went into the house to make breakfast.

There are still a few steamed buns left over from yesterday in the kitchen, which are already a bit dry. Yan Moji thought about it, and first simmered a small pot of rice porridge, and added some mung beans, let the porridge pot cook slowly, while he himself Cut the dry buns into thin slices.

Beat a few eggs, add salt to taste, spread oil in the center of the bottom of the pot, heat up, wrap the steamed bun slices in the egg liquid, fry in the pan, fry until golden on both sides, put the steamed bun slices upright in the pot There is no oil on the side, let the temperature of the edge of the iron pan slowly penetrate the fresh fragrance of the eggs into the steamed buns.

When a whole plate of steamed buns is fried, mung bean and white rice porridge is almost ready, and then served with refreshing self-pickled side dishes, a simple breakfast is ready.

The steamed buns are crispy, the mung bean and white rice porridge is soft and glutinous, and the side dishes are refreshing, which is most suitable for summer mornings.

Yan Moji drank three bowls of porridge before patting his stomach and sighing: "If this porridge had been cooked last night, it would be even softer and more delicious this morning."

Ji Mingwu ate more than Yan Moji, but he didn't look like he was full. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, his expression unchanged.

It's just that this time he didn't leave the kitchen as usual, but paused for a while before asking, "What are you going to eat today?"

--Huh?Brother Wu is also starting to be interested in his food?

Yan Moji didn't show off, he sat up straight and smiled and said, "Isn't it summer? I'm going to make some cool food to cool off the heat. It will definitely sell well."

"What are you going to do?"

Yan Moji pinched his lower lip and thought for a while before making up his mind: "Let's start with the simple ones, let's make Liangpi first... Brother Wu, do you want to help?"

The author has something to say: **Little Theater**

It's time for "remedial class" this afternoon.

Ji Mingwu: Yan Moji suspects that you sent him back.

Li Si shook his hands: It's just because my boss has ordered me a lot recently, so I just think of me casually, so don't think too much, little uncle.

Ji Mingwu: You got very close to him.

Li Si twitched his legs: No, no, Qian Ping gets along a lot with his boss, making cakes together every day.

Ji Mingwu: Both of you played more games than me.

Li Si almost knelt down: how come!The boss and the junior uncle are a perfect match, so where are we, demons and ghosts, going to get involved?

Ji Mingwu: Well, let me say it casually, don't think too much about it.

Li Si: ...

Although today's chapter is not fat... But because the day after tomorrow will be caught, in order to avoid accidental review, it is estimated that the updated chapter at 9 o'clock tomorrow night will be advanced to 0 o'clock, that is, there will be another chapter in three hours~ and then at 9 o'clock tomorrow night No more!

The day after tomorrow it will be updated at 9:[-] p.m., and the [-]D stamp will be dropped, so stay tuned!