Lei Baofei left with a black face, the food didn't move, and the wine was all spilled. Before leaving, he also sternly persuaded him to be a solid man.An Chengjie was a little ignorant, and he didn't understand that he just introduced a new dish and talked about the future development plan of Xia Restaurant. Why did the other party leave his sleeve?
The shopkeeper seemed to be frightened by the sudden departure of the noble guest. He probed the probe outside the door and asked, "Dong Family, what are the dishes in the kitchen... do I need to make them?"
"No need!" He frowned and glanced at the ingredients on the table with some annoyance interrupting the shopkeeper, depressed and puzzled.Lei Baofei’s attitude today is really strange. The sentence he said before he left was also headless. Are the ancients so moody?
He was hesitating whether to catch up and talk to Lei Baofei again. I saw Dian Xiao Er ran in panic with a little familiar bamboo basket and said anxiously, "The Dong family is not good, the South Street is also open The restaurant where the owner sells hot pot is about half the price than our price, and he also announced the recipe and production method! This is the hot pot base that they opened today."
He heard that his face changed greatly, he grabbed the bamboo basket in the small second-hand, opened it and looked at the contents and quickly took out the letter and browsed it again. The fingers holding the letter were gradually exerted, and his brain seemed to be beaten with a hammer. Unsure of what he was thinking, he instinctively asked, "Where is that store? What's it called? Who opened it?"
"In the middle of South Street, it was called Kawagoe. I didn't hear who the boss was. The people in charge there were very face-to-face, and I didn't know the origin." Dian Xiao Er said all the things he had heard, and it was also an idea to see An Chengjie. It seemed that he was more and more confused, "Dongjia, what should we do now?" The restaurant is about to open, but the signature dishes are used by others first. How is this good?
Kawagoe, crossing... An Chengjie shook his hand, almost couldn't hold the small basket in his hand, and his heart sank heavily. There was a kind of excitement that might encounter fellow people, and there was also a panic that the advantage as a crossing person would be snatched away.Hotpot, Kawagoe... Is this name a coincidence or a hint from the other party?
Ye Zhizhou took Yan Mingyong back to the Zhenguo government, preparing to hot pot for his lover at home.While waiting for Changshun Changfu to deal with the ingredients, he pushed Yan Mingyong into the small dining room next to the dining room and stuffed him with a book, "Ming Yong, wait, I'll call my brother, he is at home today, Just let him try it." By the way, he was brainwashed.
The smile on Yan Mingyong's face faded and his eyes sank, "Do you like your brother a lot?"
Looking at the bear child and getting sick again, Ye Zhizhou rolled his eyes helplessly, bent down and kissed him in the face, touching his hair, "Observe, after dinner I will show you something you haven't played with, now let's watch Meeting book."
The fever that couldn't be controlled by the kissed place on the face, Yan Mingyong's dark eyes lightened slightly, but he didn't show his excitement, and he still said with a straight face, "Follow you once, go."
He squeezed his lover's serious face ridiculously, and then kissed again before turning to leave.My lover turned into a little fart boy, and slowly develop something... great!
As soon as the ingredients were ready, Ye Zhizhou returned with An Chengsheng.Yan Mingyong put down the book and moved the wheelchair to the dining room outside, ignoring An Chengsheng who stopped suddenly, reaching for Ye Zhizhou, "Le'er, my chest hurts."
Ye Zhizhou was really fooled. He walked over and patted his chest. He asked anxiously, "What about pills? Don't you just take a pill if you have chest pain?" The lover's body is too weak for this life. He didn't dare to feed the medicine directly, so he diluted the pill that warmed his body and mixed it with cakes to make small pills. When he was uncomfortable, he took one pill.
"In Dean's hands, I forgot to take it." Yan Mingyong enjoyed his care very much. He was talking nonsense with Dean not opening his eyes. After he finished, he also glanced at An Chengsheng and ticked his lips. It’s a bit uncomfortable, it’s okay, let’s eat first, don’t let your brother wait for a long time.”
An Chengsheng was squeezed his hands by his provocative eyes, and heard that he followed his brother to call him his elder brother. He was so subtle and sour in his heart, but he still remembered the identity of the other party and was afraid of what he was holding in his hand. After a lot of psychological construction, he bowed his hands and saluted, and said reluctantly, "I didn't expect His Highness the Eighth Prince to be here, too, and the younger brother escaped, making you worry."
Yan Mingyong smiled back, not seeing the madness of the last meeting, noble and generous, "Le'er is very good, you have a good brother."
An Chengsheng also laughed, and Peixiao fleshed, "Many brothers of His Highness are also very good."
Crackling, there seemed to be an invisible spark between them.
Seeing them like this, Ye Zhizhou couldn’t see where Yan Mingyong had just been uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes and withdrew his hand. He took the lead to go to the table and drank chopsticks to burn the meat. "You talk slowly, I am very hungry. I will not accompany you."
When the two fighting with their eyes saw him angry, he quickly took back his gaze to converge, and honestly came down.Yan Mingyong quickly seized the position around Ye Zhizhou and pulled his sleeve, "How to eat this?"
Ye Zhizhou squinted at him, sneering, now knowing that he is pretending to be good, how could he pretend to be sick just now?
An Chengsheng took a slow step. He could only sit across from his brother, picked up the chopsticks, and started to coax his brother politely. "It's fun to look at this food. Le'er always finds something new, good."
"It's good." Ye Zhizhou didn't eat this bullshit, pulled Yan Mingyong's hand off the sleeve and touched the temperature. Seeing that it was not too cold, he put chopsticks in his hand and got up to pick up the pan and cool down. "I stumbled upon an ancient book of poems, and I wanted to give it to my elder brother, but now it seems unnecessary."
Poetry collection?Or ancient books?An Chengsheng, who loves poems, catches the point instantly and puts down the chopsticks in a decent way. "Le'er, it was just wrong for the brother. Please lend it to the brother for the book of poetry."
A small sample, you know you want to hook.With two smug laughs in his heart, he got up and walked to the bag he carried with him, took out the mixed version of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and "Selected Song Ci" that he had transcribed before, and stuffed it into An Chengsheng's arms. "That ancient book is too old to read. I have copied it. You can read it."
An Chengsheng held the collection of poems in his hands as a treasure. He didn't care about the words of his dog's crawling brush. He didn't eat any food and immediately read it.
Upon seeing this, Yan Mingyong silently put down his chopsticks, watching Ye Zhizhou not speaking.
Ye Zhizhou looked at him like this and knew he was going to be sick again. He quickly picked up the chopsticks and put it back in his hands, perfunctoryly saying, "A collection of poems, you want me to copy it for you, or you want other gifts." In short, I will give you whatever you want, eat fast, eat fast, your health is not good, you should eat well."
"Give me what you want?" Yan Mingyong held the chopsticks and confirmed carefully.
Ye Zhizhou, who was paying attention to the system, nodded indiscriminately and helped him to get vegetables from the clear soup pot.Yan Mingyong gave him a serious look again, bowed his head to eat the food, and the free hand secretly circled over a piece of clothing corner of Ye Zhizhou and smiled.The only thing he wants is this one.
The system prompt keeps popping up, Ye Zhizhou is eating hot pot, and his heart is beautiful!An Chengsheng's feelings for An Chengjie are more like a fan's crazy pursuit and obsession with idols. Now An Chengjie shows his "talent" in front of An Chengsheng is gone, as An Chengle who exists as their emotional assist It has also become myself, and the two of them want something to happen again, hard!
[An Chengsheng’s chance of falling in love with the protagonist has been reduced to 50%, please try harder.]
After the hot pot was eaten, An Chengsheng’s poetry collection was over. Ye Zhizhou turned off the light screen satisfactorily and drew a box of poker from the space, grinning at the noble and exquisite Yan Mingyong and Wen Yajun’s An Chengsheng. After eating, let’s fight the landlord!” From today on, as long as An Chengjie has done something with the male lead, he will have to do it again, so that the other party has no chance!
Late at night, Yan Mingyong woke up in Ye Zhizhou’s arms, and after seeing him for a while, he got up and took a *bead from the dark grid on the bedside and shook it under his nose, confirming that he was asleep and stepping Get out of bed and pull a string beside the bed.After a while, Dean gently opened the door and came in, standing silently in front of the bed.
"Has anyone caught it?"
Dean stepped forward to help him quickly dress his hair, and whispered back, "Grab it, it's all closed to the prison."
Yan Mingyong shook his hands with much strength recently, and his lips twitched with a slightly dark smile. "Very well, this palace is too dirty. It's time to clean it up." Then he looked back and looked at his face with the quilt sleeping. A gleam of light flashed in Ye Zhizhou's red eyes, "You have to let Le'er live comfortably."
After dying in the restaurant, An Chengjie began to close his door. The servants who waited for him saw that the young master of the Lei family did not come to him again, and the usual rewards were no longer there. .An Chengjie was very angry about this, but he was helpless.
These days he hid in the room and looked at the recipe in the bamboo basket, hesitated and hesitated, all the possibilities were listed, but he couldn't make up his mind to find the possible fellow.Now he has gradually adapted to ancient life, and has a rough plan for his future life. The sudden appearance of the other party makes him feel bitter and disgusted, and instinctively resists.
Seeing him in the past two days, Xiaozhu Dazhu thought that he was not in his mind, and thought he was in a bad mood because of business. He suggested, "Three days later, there is a cultural meeting held by Yingtian Academy outside the city of Guiyuan Temple, why don't you go? Let's go and relax? I heard that this literary society will go even to the great Confucian scholars. With the literary talent of the son, you will definitely get the eyes of the great Confucian scholars!"
Dazhao?An Chengjie's heart moved a little, and his troubled mind was a little calm.That’s right, it’s useless to guess in this way. Since earning money doesn’t work, how about making a reputation?Think of the craze that was received in various poems and literary meetings before, and then think of the contempt of the people in the town government and the departure of Lei Baofei, and a sudden pride rose in my heart.What about Shuzi, he will definitely be better than his sisters in the end!It doesn't matter if Lei Baofei is not a backer. With the advanced knowledge in his mind, those nobles will line up to beg him to let him depend!
His expression gradually became firmer, his eyes on the small bamboo basket on the table, his eyes deepened.
This Kawagoe restaurant is best just a coincidence. If it's not... Fortunate traversers like yourself, only one is needed in this world.