After a while, Lao Cui came back to his senses. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is full of energy, Sun Can and Xiao Er can't figure out the truth or falsehood.

A few people in Zichuan Tower immediately knelt down: begging Cui Ye to enjoy food!

Lao Cui said: I heard that Xiyun and the stall have a lawsuit, here in Jingxi, people asked me to cook for His Royal Highness, and I can't leave for the time being.

He turned back to Li Xiaoer: Your restaurant needs to be renovated, they are all familiar with it, can you take care of their food and accommodation for a few days?

Li Xiaoer was very angry: Okay! Hire you, the shop is a small shop, but it is not a problem to manage a few days. Come with me, clean up, and clean up the sleeping ground first.

A few of them followed suit.

The two of them went back to school, and the old Cui sighed along the way.

Sun Can saw it: Senior brother is too much of a thing!

Lao Cui shook his head: He didn't have the guts, most of it was the idea of the owner and the shopkeeper. I'm quite worried about your senior brother, you must know that today, I should give him an explanation, and there are some places that I can't pay attention to, and it's easy to have problems.

Sun Can snorted angrily: Come out! Very out! Look at what happened to him!

The two entered the kitchen and saw where Lao Liang taught himself to make dim sum, just out of the oven, Lao Cui tasted it, and it was very unsatisfactory, Monk Feng ate a few pieces and stopped eating.

I went out to find Ma Qianhu.

kicked the door open, picked up the horse tiger who made up for sleep, and slapped the big light child vigorously.

Ma Qianhu woke up, resisted, provoked Monk Feng, and beat him violently.

Liaohua and they came and separated.

Ma Qianhu asked: Why did you beat people?

Monk Feng tilted his head and saw the snack box: Lao Tzu asked you to lick the plate with me, where have you been in the past two days? I can't see you for dinner today, so I'll beat you up again!

After speaking, Ling started the heart box and left.

Sister-in-law Zhang, sister-in-law Wang gave him a sudden, he had to send it quickly. Lao Feng, like Guan Sanbao, also wants to marry a few daughters-in-law.

Penglai Pavilion in the capital, the shopkeeper was also a little listless and entered the kitchen.

Yesterday, there was a fight in the kitchen, and all the cooks who had been placed were driven away, and the table was sealed without saying a word.

The proprietor didn't say anything, and several stores did it.

Some of the shopkeepers don't look down on the sealing table, but they don't show it either; Seal the table, control the kitchen, and reduce waste! I told the owner that the young master of the owner is not allowed to go directly into the kitchen to get snacks.

The hall is coming: the shopkeeper, the guest. Upstairs private room, two dials, are all in the eight treasures!

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up: Is it a regular customer?

Run: A nest is the four young in Beijing! A nest was brought by the young master of the owner's family, but it was the eldest young master of the Xiang privy family.

The shopkeeper's great joy: finally the customer, dim sum and fruit hurry up. These old customers are back.

Lao Xiang's son with a group of fox friends and dog friends, these days have been bold, today to go to school, the school people are panicked, in the morning for a while, the teacher said that he is sick, the afternoon is better, holiday, noon is fine, everyone is happy together.

When I entered the private room, all of them were young people, shouting and shouting, which was very lively.

In the other room, there were only four of them, all of whom frowned and asked the runner: Whose house is this?

The companion who ran to the hall laughed: The eldest son of Xiang Shumi, or I will change you to a room far away.

Everyone waved their hands: It's okay, let's go down!

Prime Minister Wu's only son Wu Dayong, Huang Shi, the eldest son of Huang Shu's envoy, Peng Xiaoyong and Chen Pingyuan, Peng Fuxiang's sons, are of similar age, and their fathers are all powerful people in the dynasty.

In the past, because they often played together, they were collectively called the four young people in Beijing!

A few of them see people on weekdays, and they look to their fathers and sons, and they are very polite to them, and they can't make a few true friends. The four of them are together, and no one asks for anyone, which is quite suitable.

Their father turned a blind eye to this, and sometimes they had to be responsible for handing over the conversation in private.

Chen Pingyuan followed Qin Yue by himself, and he had fewer contacts with a few people.

Wu Dayong practiced calligraphy at home, and he rarely went out.

However, Huang Shi and Peng Xiaoyong feasted all day long.

Today, everyone sent Chen Pingyuan off, originally said that Chen Pingyuan was appointed as the prefect of Tanggu, but today I went to get the documents. But I was told that I hadn't come down yet.

Chen Pingyuan immediately knew that it was not good, and he didn't inquire, and he was sullen.

But Wu Dayong and Peng Xiaoyong knew what was going on, but Huang Shi didn't know, and at a glance, he knew that Chen Pingyuan was not going well.

Huangshi said: Plains! Don't do that? Even if you can't be the prefect, now that there are four of us, you have the highest official position. You should also progress more slowly, save some face for your brothers!

Peng Xiaoyong: Yes! If you want to say that I am the worst, I refused to be an official at the beginning, but now I have to start from the lowest, and I have to kowtow to you when I see you on a real occasion!

Huang Shi snorted: You have made enough, and now you are wearing official robes, and you have taken all the good things.

Peng Xiaoyong doesn't do it: others say okay! You're from the Secret Security Bureau, I've been raided, and the house was given to my sister as a dowry, and now I'm a poor bastard.

Huang Shi pouted: Who is it? Aren't the calligraphy and paintings you want to go back to money?

Peng Xiaoyong took a dry bite: Man, hurry up and serve hot dishes! Calligraphy and painting, it's worthless, I've made a few pieces, you guess, ****** it's only a few dollars.

Wu Dayong stopped the quarrel: What Xiao Yong said is true, calligraphy and painting are really worthless these days, my father asked me to withdraw all the cash in the family and go to the pawnshop. As soon as I put the money away, the courtier asked me to pick 20 pieces by myself, and after I finished picking only 10 pieces, they were so anxious that they went to other houses to borrow them for me to pick, and they refused to let me bring the money back. There is a lack of money everywhere. After I finished picking, their masters didn't dare to look at it, for fear that they would cry when they thought about it in the future!

All three looked at him: really?

Wu Dayong nodded: Of course! I showed it to my father, and if my father wasn't afraid of people, he would have asked me to go out and borrow money to buy it again.

Chen Pingyuan: All the treasures you picked have to be treasures.

Wu Dayong shook his head: More than half of it, and the other half is my father's imitation of famous paintings when he was poor. There is a pair, I have seen, it is sold by Xiao Yong.

Peng Xiaoyong was shocked: Uncle calligraphy is famous all over the world, and painting can be heard of for the first time. The one I sold?

Wu Dayong: I won't tell you. My father said that painting was too laborious, and he also made some forgeries in his early years, although it was also an elegant thing, but it was not good to listen to after all, so he hid it and did not leak it. Now, except for two paintings that have been searched for many years and have not been recovered, the others have been recovered, and today they can be sued.