I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

"..."

Speaking of this, facing his uncle, Ji Mingwu still felt embarrassed, but he didn't show it on his face, he just said indifferently: "Aji is sleeping."

As he spoke, holding the porridge in his left hand and the crutch in his right, he walked around Yan Mojian to the bedroom.

Yan Mojian followed Ji Mingwu aggressively. When he arrived at the bedroom, seeing that Ji Mingwu had no intention of blocking him, he rushed in and saw Yan Moji leaning on the bed and flipping through the pages of a book.

The corners of Yan Moji's eyes were slightly red, and his expression was slightly tired, but there was a contented smile on his mouth. Covered with a quilt, he saw his brother was slightly taken aback, and greeted with a smile: "Brother, good morning."

Yan Mojian looked him up and down suspiciously.

At first, he thought that the couple couldn't help but secretly bled again, which made Ji Mingwu's poison subside a little, but seeing that Aji looked tired, his complexion was quite ruddy, and he didn't look like he had lost blood. ...

Yan Moji felt a little uncomfortable being sized up by him, and coughed dryly. It happened that Ji Mingwu came over with porridge at this time, and he took the opportunity to greet Yan Mojian: "Brother, have you eaten, do you want a bowl?"

Ji Mingwu was afraid that the hot porridge would scald Ah Ji, so he sat on the edge of the bed, dragged the bottom of the bowl with his left hand, slightly opened the index finger of his right hand, and stirred up a small airflow from his internal force, circling over the hot porridge, cooling the porridge quickly.

Yan Moji looked at Ji Mingwu's slender and powerful hands, and suddenly thought of the scene of holding those hands around his waist last night, and his body immediately recalled the strange and uncontrollable pleasure, and his body couldn't bear it. There was a slight fever, and some uncomfortable parts also shrank.

Yan Moji scolded himself secretly, and couldn't help but a trace of shyness crept up on his cheeks. He raised his eyes and looked at Shang Ji Mingwu. Behind the tenderness in his eyes, he seemed to see a trace of burning heat.

——It seems that I am not the only one who knows the taste of the marrow...

Yan Moji recalled last night when he had reached his limit, the strong lust on Brother Wu's handsome face, and the thoughtfulness that forced him to stop his movements... When he woke up the next day, his body had become It was very refreshing, regardless of the sweat from last night's action or some unspeakable things, they had all been cleaned up.

Thinking of this, his heart was burning, and he completely forgot how he begged for mercy at the end last night. His eyes were like a small hook, and he swept towards Ji Mingwu with a little temptation. He licked his upper teeth lightly.

Ji Mingwu's throat tightened, but the hand holding the porridge bowl did not move at all, but his eyes became deeper.

Yan Mojian stood aside, feeling as if he didn't exist in this room, he could only see the sweet atmosphere between those two people, seeing that Ji Mingwu was going to feed Ah Ji with a spoon, he backed away unbearably. out.

After thinking about it, he was still a little worried, so he sent someone to call Feng Wenlan.

——Junior Brother Ji's poison will never subside so quickly for no reason, these two people must have done something!

...

After taking Yan Moji's pulse, Feng Wenlan's expression became extremely strange.

Yan Mojian was a little worried: "Nvxia Feng, how is Ah Ji's body?"

"Cough..." Feng Wenlan glanced at the rare and shy boss, coughed dryly, and said cryptically, "My boss is in good health, but this... that... between men, there will always be some discomfort. Master can use some moisturizing ointment, it will be more comfortable."

Yan Mojian was stunned for a long while, then looked at Ji Mingwu in disbelief, and burst into anger: "Ji, Jue, Yan! Ah Ji is like this, you can go down—"

Yan Moji didn't want Ji Mingwu to take the blame, so he quickly explained: "Brother, I took the initiative."

Yan Mojian suddenly got stuck.

In various senses, Ji Mingwu, who was half paralyzed yesterday, looks much more miserable than Yan Moji. If you want to say who is torturing whom, no matter how you think about it, it is Yan Moji who is actively torturing Junior Brother Ji...

Yan Mojian's expression was a little sluggish, as if he couldn't believe that his younger brother, who was innocent and innocent in his heart, turned out to be such an active persona.

"You...you...why?"

Yan Moji woke up this morning and saw that the poison on Ji Mingwu's body had subsided a lot. He was very pleasantly surprised. Wu proudly said: "From now on, there will be no need to bleed Brother Wu!"

——There is no need to let him take those tonics that make his figure swell like a balloon...

Feng Wenlan and Yan Mojian were dumbfounded for a long time before exclaiming together: "Master (Aji), you have never consummated the house before?"

Yan Moji just finished eating the porridge, put down the spoon, and let Ji Mingwu take away the porridge bowl, so he was a little strange: "What's wrong, can't it?"

Yan Mojian asked in surprise: "Then how can there be rumors of your great success in seductiveness?"

Feng Wenlan: "..."

She shrank back with a dry smile, pretending that she was concentrating on researching useless prescriptions.

Yan Moji himself couldn't figure out the answer to this question, and in the end he could only blame it on the Jianghu people's preference for sex and gossip.

After learning that Yan Moji and Ji Mingwu had been in nameless in the past, Yan Mojian was bitter, and regretted that if they had been separated earlier, maybe the little nephew would be hugged now...

——No matter how bad it is, I should teach Ah Ji to think of ways to get on top!

He didn't know that Yan Moji was indeed "on top" last night at first, but in a different form.

...

With a reasonable and safe detoxification method, Yan Moji was completely at ease while working hard to "detoxify", and began to plan the assorted food business in the capital.

It has been nearly three months since Jinxiumen took him away, the summer heat has quietly approached, and various cold foods have begun to appear in the capital.

When Yan Moji went out before, he found that some representative snacks in the assorted food had already been sold in shops in the capital.

Pancakes, steamed buns, assorted dishes, milk tea...

It basically imitates the pattern and eating of assorted foods, but the taste and technique are naturally far worse than assorted foods.

It’s the pastry category, because it’s relatively difficult to make, and I haven’t seen anyone selling it for the time being.

Yan Moji was also mentally prepared for the emergence of "cottages". After all, most of the snacks he brought out were not too complicated to make, and it was easy to imitate them, but the texture and experience were not as good as mixed food.

The capital is the most prosperous city in the Tai Dynasty, because there used to be Jinxiumen, the top three sects and the world's number one master, who were in charge, and Pingyanghou, who was in charge of the defense of the capital, was a military general with strict rules. Almost no one dared to make trouble in the capital. On the contrary, it greatly promoted the prosperity of the capital.

Of course, assorted food will not let go of such a big piece of cake.

It's just that there are many food courts with the characteristics of mixed food in the past, and now there are many in Beijing. Even if mixed food can be made better, it will not have such a good effect if it loses the opportunity.

Desserts alone can't quickly make a name for themselves. In a city as competitive as Beijing, it is likely to cause a little splash and sink.

Yan Moji thought for a long time, and decided to wait for the large troops from Qingzhou City to come, and try the mode that he hadn't done before——

buffet.

For a fixed price, you can eat all kinds of delicacies with an open stomach. The buffet is an irresistible attraction for guests of any age.

And since the new emperor ascended the throne and the capital had no hidden worries, Yan Moji entrusted someone to send a letter back to Qingzhou City, asking Li Si and the other main force of assorted food to bring a group of backbones to the capital.

Counting the days, it's almost here.

It is definitely impossible to work hard in the capital alone, and it is still necessary to bring the old team from Qingzhou City together.

Start the first shot with the buffet, and then promote the food court, dessert station, snack shop, etc., which are familiar with assorted foods, and make steady progress.

Anyway, now that all the problems have been solved, he doesn't have any worries, as long as he concentrates on developing assorted foods.

Yan Moji confirmed with Ji Mingwu, and asked Ji Mingwu's plan after detoxification.

Ji Mingwu was concentrating on carving a piece of wood at that time.After the battle with the master of the Jinxiu Gate, due to the spread of the poison, his right arm could not move, and the carving was basically put on hold. This made Ji Mingwu, who was used to carving things since he was a child, extremely uncomfortable. Now, under the "effort" of Yan Moji, Ruxin gradually dissipated, and he could pick up the carving knife again.

To Yan Moji's question, Ji Mingwu still gave the same answer as before: "I will always be by your side."

Yan Moji lay on Ji Mingwu's back, put his arms on Ji Mingwu's shoulders, and laughed: "Really? I heard that many people want you to return to Jianzong."

A while ago, Shen Kunxiao finally finished retreating to heal his wounds, explained to a few disciples, and then left Beijing for the grassland. Tent wolf king.

Now that there are four masters in the world, the master of Jinxiu Sect is dead, and the two masters of Jianzong and Qizong have gone to the grassland to hunt down the wolf king. In the Central Plains, the strongest fighting force is the half-step master Ji Mingwu.

Although Yan Moji himself didn't care much about government affairs, after Yan Mojian restored the Yan family's reputation, he also took the position of the court, and would often bring back some news from the court.

Regarding Ji Mingwu, there are two completely different attitudes in the court.

Some people think that Ji Mingwu, a half-step master, stays in the capital, like a tiger sleeping beside a couch. If Ji Mingwu has a different intention and wants to murder the emperor, there is no one in the capital, and the danger is extremely dangerous.

Some people thought that the master of the Jinxiu Gate, the master of the imperial court who was in charge of the capital and intimidated Xiaoxiao, was gone, and the imperial court urgently needed a master who could control the situation. They might as well start with the second son Yan and win over Ji Mingwu for the imperial court.

The two sides quarreled endlessly, and Ji Mingwu, who was the core of the discussion, didn't realize it, and An Xin accompanied Yan Moji to prepare for the opening of the store every day.

Ji Mingwu glanced at Yan Moji indifferently, kept carving the knife in his hand, and promised, "I will accompany you whatever you do."

"Really?" Yan Moji lowered his head, stretched out his slender fingers to the side of Ji Mingwu's thigh, and made a slight circle, his voice lowered down, showing a slight temptation, "Brother Wu, then...I want to 'Detoxified'."

Ji Mingwu's carving knife stopped, and his eyes became darker.

After a while, there was only half an unfinished wood carving left on the table, and the wood chips on the ground hadn't been cleaned in time, and the owner had disappeared.

The author has something to say: Okay, the stroller is over (no)

Tomorrow, that is, at 9 o'clock in the evening on Thursday, will be the end of the main text!

I will update a few chapters in the future, I hope you will support me a lot~

The next book "Survival of Prehistoric Beasts" is expected to be released in early January. If you are interested, you can collect it~

Finally, I wish you all a Merry Christmas!Eat more apples~