Looking at Wuwei's sad and angry expression, Su Musha shook his head with a smile, this friend has no other hobbies in his life, only a passion for cooking and money. And the enthusiasm for silver money is not as good as one-ten-thousandth of that for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

For other people's favorites, Su Musha still respects them very much, and said at the moment: "Didn't you know later, that girl was playing tricks on you, and the so-called "Food Classic" on her body is simply a fragment of the chapter, I want to know it, and it is not a direct ......."

When she said this, she saw that Wuwei showed a look of "you continue to shirk it", so she had to say again: "Besides, the only complete "pickle theory" on her body, I haven't gone into her boudoir at night to help you transcribe it," Su Musha picked up the plate of pickles on the table and praised, "This thing is yellow like wax, green is like green, who pickled this, how can it be so beautiful, how can it be so delicious!" ”

Wuwei couldn't cry or laugh when she heard it, and then gave a jujube with a stick, how could this girl do it so naturally.

He thought about it for a while, and couldn't help sighing: Alas, Mrs. Zhang's cooking skills are passed on to daughters-in-law, not sons and sons-in-law, so future generations are all women. After all, there are not many women who show up to be blisters, I thought it was wishful thinking to read through the "Food Classic", but now let me know that the blisters of Zhengmingxuan are both surnamed Zhang and women, is it because God pities me for being infatuated, so that I can hope to get a glimpse of the peerless true biography of Zhang Niangzi in this life...... Huangtian Bodhisattva, Taishang Laojun, if it is true, then it is really a dream that can wake up with a smile.

"Brother Wuwei, saliva is about to flow out."

Wuwei came back to his senses and cleared his throat: "Anyway, that **** just come to watch me perform...... Speaking of which, what is the matter with you running over this big night? ”

"I suddenly remembered something important and wanted to trouble you."

Wuwei's face was full of disbelief: "What's so impatient, can't even wait for dawn?" ”

Su Musha used his toes to make a pile of broken plates and bowls, kicked them to the corner of the house, and then sat down on the edge of the window: "It's even more difficult to get rid of those dark sentinels during the day, so I have to take advantage of the dead of night...... My mind was so messed up that I couldn't sleep. ”

Hearing this, Wuwei frowned and said, "What's the matter?" You said. ”

Su Musha immediately talked about his plan to use the Holy Lingzhi to relieve his addiction. He added: "I have revealed my mouth to my aunt, she will definitely prevent me from touching the Holy Lingzhi." So I want to ask you to give a letter to Sister Xiaofei, so that she can find an opportunity to deliver a message to the house. ”

"To whom?"

"The big girl in my house," Su Musha said. described Chuncao's appearance and age, and then said, "Just say that what I told her before I left, I can do it now." ”

"Is that okay? What did you tell that girl? Wuwei was confused, "I'll pass on such an unclear word to Sister Fei." She conveyed it to the Chuncao girl again, will the words be out of shape after the three of them? And she doesn't know you, Sister Fly, why don't you write to her yourself? ”

"Now that my aunt is being watched by them, the letters sent to the Xiaoxiao Gang will definitely be checked, and it is impossible to fly pigeons to pass on the book so far, and I still have to rely on the post station of the official mansion, so I want to borrow your family letter to make a turn," Su Musha said with a deep groan after explaining, "That's it." Add a sentence to the letter, accusing Sù of Haruka that she has something to do with her brother, so that she must know what I'm talking about. As for saying code words, just write 'Xiaobai'. ”

Wuwei patted her thin shoulder: "It's just a trivial matter, I'll send you a letter to Sister Feifei tomorrow, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

Su Musha smiled and sighed: "It's too late, the Xiaoxiao Gang is going to move to Yongjing, and it will take a while to toss." ”

As soon as these words came out, Wuwei's eyes widened slightly: "Really? He scratched his head, "You're going to put down roots here." Not going back? Then your sister and I will be lonely in the future. ”

Su Musha smiled and comforted: "If Brother Wuwei can win the first prize in the cooking competition, maybe he can become the imperial chef." When the time comes, Sister Fei will take the child with you to settle down in Yongjing, and we will be in one place again. ”

"Imperial Chef? Haha, my heart is big enough. Wuwei laughed, "Yes, borrow the little girl's auspicious words." ”

After explaining this matter, Su Musha was reluctant to go back, and the doubts in the center of her brain kept spinning, and she was restless. Suddenly, a sentence popped up for no reason: "If you were a worm and came to me to go undercover, who would you send it?" ”

This is what she has always wondered, who sent the bookworm. He didn't make any changes along the way, and he insisted on thinking about it, but he was a little silent, and he didn't care much about stealing pearls.

What was the purpose of his follow? Make sure you can't steal the beads, forcing your aunt to go to Beijing?

However, if he didn't have his advice, he would definitely not have been able to steal it, so why should he do anything more.

Wuwei didn't say anything for a while, and suddenly stroked his head and sighed: "Aren't you embarrassed for me?" I haven't seen that 'worm uncle', I don't know. ”

Su Musha also thought about it too much, so he rushed to the doctor, and after listening to his words, he secretly thought in his heart: Yes, Brother Wuwei has never seen Uncle Worm, nor has he talked to him, and he doesn't know anything about him, where can he say anything. But what about me, do I know about worms?

The bookworm's feeling to Su Musha was very light and light, most of the time she was silent, and she couldn't even remember what the bookworm had said to her.

As the saying goes: people can't make friends without habits. Addiction not only refers to fetishes, but can also be understood as a kind of attachment, a deep-rooted belief, and a principle of dealing with people.

That is to say, people are not tactful and sophisticated, and they are not incomprehensible and inaccurate.

Therefore, the bookworm's love for all kinds of paper is not the reason why Su Musha feels that he can make friends, it is that he says yes, and the style of saying yes and wrong makes Su Musha feel at ease to intersect.

But now......

"Forget it, don't think about it," Wuwei patted the top of her head again, and Quan comforted, "It's just cranky to think." Since you have a nail by your side, it means that you are being targeted, so you should be more careful in the future," he sighed, "as for the bookworm, you better forget it, as if you didn't know this person." ”

If you have already known and left traces in your life, can you still pretend that it has not happened?

Su Musha is not a person who can easily hurt the spring and autumn, but the bookworm matter is too unexpected for her, if she can put it down in a moment and a half, she doesn't have to go to Lingyun Villa.

Maybe one day, she can come face to face with the bookworm and ask him what happened. Maybe she won't be relieved until that day.

It's just that, since ancient times, there have only been two ends for nails, either they die in the course of a mission, or they are killed after a successful mission......

"It's getting late, when are you going back?" Wuwei scratched his head and pointed to the east, "Do you want to live?" The East House is empty, so you might as well have one more. ”

Su Musha's heart moved, but he still shook his head: "I have a place to live, what is it to live with you." ”

"Okay, if you can't live in the rudder, you can move here at any time," Wuwei paused, "I can move here at any time within half a month, and I will rent this yard until the end of July." ”

“…… Got it. ”

(The heroine's diary 95, the last time I made up for the seventh day in July, if you want to fall out with your aunt, you have to hurry up, otherwise you will have to stay at the guest house again) (to be continued.) )