Of course, Pan Dong can't be a fool, but there is something wrong with his brain, and then he regards the Seventh Uncle Ancestor as his own ancestor, and he as the Li family. Pan Dong's consciousness from a certain point of view, such as the Holy Mother or something, may be very happy, but if he is replaced by other people, especially the people of the Apocalypse Dynasty who pay attention to the dignity of the concubine, he may not be able to accept it.

Nima, whether Lao Tzu bought a slave or a little ancestor.

In this regard, Li Junran glanced at Li Zhengyuan, whose face was already as black as the bottom of the pot, with a somewhat gloating expression. Although it is wrong to gloat or something, Li Junran really wants to laugh at this moment. Fortunately, Li Junran didn't laugh out loud in the end, but even so, this incident still left a small shadow in Li Zhengyuan's heart. In the long days that followed, Li Zhengyuan learned the lessons of this incident, and when he recruited his subordinates to buy and sell slaves, he was all carefully selected, but if there was a problem with his character, he would eliminate them all, even if that person was strong.

Not to mention, because of such a small detail, Li Zhengyuan really avoided a big catastrophe for himself a long time later. Of course, it will be years before this happens. At this time, Li Zhengyuan, who was still a hairy and stinky boy, was accompanying the seventh uncle and ancestor plus Li Junran's family of four, as well as Li Zheng, Li Zhengshu, Li San, and Li Wu, who were sitting around and preparing to have dinner.

When the Seventh Uncle Ancestor motioned to the little Pan family to move the small wine jar that was originally placed in the middle of the Eight Immortals Big Round Table to the small table next to it, the faces of Mrs. Pan and Pan Luhua Ancestor and grandson changed instantly.

"Old man, such a good thing......" to say that ginger is still old and spicy in the end. Compared to Pan Luhua's obvious panic. Mrs. Pan obviously had to calm down too much.

"Aunt Pan, it's okay. After Liu Er's girl knew that the third uncle, the fifth uncle, and the eldest uncle would also come over to eat together in the evening, she was afraid that she would not have enough to eat, so she deliberately went home and stewed another cup. This cup is specially stewed for you. Li Xu didn't know the inside story, although he felt a little strange that his little girl had specially told her not to confuse the two small wine jars, but Li Xu didn't think much about it. At this time, I saw Mrs. Pan staring at the small wine jar that was originally placed on her table with a tangled expression, and vaguely seemed to think of something.

Pan Luhua originally wanted to speak, but was trampled by Mrs. Pan on the side. The pain from the surface of her feet made Pan Luhua realize what it means to be self-inflicted and not to live, it is really bitter and unspeakable, it is really painful. As for Pan Dongcai, he doesn't care how his own mother and daughter are entangled there. Originally, he was depressed that he couldn't go to the big round table to eat today. Even the dishes on the small table are not inferior to those on the large round table. But there was still no small jar of wine that he had in mind as soon as he entered the house. Now that his daughter-in-law Xiao Pan has placed the wine jar that he has been thinking about for a long time in front of him, this mood is naturally better.

Although Pan Dong didn't know what was being stewed in the small wine jar in front of him, just the tempting fragrance that came out from time to time at that time was enough to make his mouth water. Wait until the Seventh Uncle Ancestor signals that it is okay to start eating. Pan Dong could not wait to lift the sealed lotus leaves on the small wine jar.

Moment. The food in the jar is more fragrant.

"Grandpa. You try the soup first, it's not enough to taste. Li Junran stood up with a smile and took the lead in scooping a small bowl of soup for the Seventh Uncle Ancestor of the Buddha jumping over the wall.

"Good. Try. Is it really so delicious as you said? Although the Seventh Uncle Ancestor was very anxious to taste it, due to his identity, he had to pretend not to care much and signal Li Junran to hurry up.

"Grandpa, drink slowly, be careful of the heat."

"Uncle Seven, is it delicious?" Grandpa Li San, who was more anxious, saw that the seventh uncle picked up the soup spoon in his hand, put it to his mouth and drank it slowly, and after drinking for a long time, he didn't even raise his eyebrows, and there was no expression on his face, so he couldn't help but be anxious.

"En......" It took a long time for the seventh uncle to make a sound of the word "en", which made Grandpa Li San even more anxious.

"It's okay, the taste is a little lighter. Willow girl, another bowl. The Seventh Uncle Ancestor unceremoniously handed the bowl to Li Junran.

To say that Grandpa Li Wu is the smartest, when Grandpa Li San was busy asking how the Seventh Uncle Ancestor tasted, he urged Li Junran to hurry up and serve him a bowl first. Li Zheng and Li Zhengshu didn't say a word, and followed behind without a trace to share a big bowl.

Oh my boy, this soup is delicious. Li Zhengshu lowered his head and drank the soup, while silently sighing in his heart. That is, the third uncle's brain can't turn around, if the soup is not delicious, can the seventh uncle come to another bowl with such a pretentious attitude? If you have a time to ask how it tastes, why not have a few more bowls?

When Grandpa Li San came back to his senses and saw that everyone was busy drinking soup with their heads down, he realized something, and immediately didn't care about any face, so he quickly snatched the soup spoon from Li Junran's hand and scooped it into the small wine jar with a roar. Who would have thought that there was only a little soup left at the bottom of the small wine jar. In the end, Li Zhengming, the more kind-hearted bun father, couldn't stand it anymore, and contributed the bowl that his daughter honored him.

There is no way, the small wine jar is not big, and the little soup in it is just enough for a table of people to serve such a small bowl. Who would have thought that the seventh uncle and ancestor would rely on his old age and high rank, and scooped away two bowls as soon as he came up, and finally unceremoniously took away half of his own little grandson's bowl. When Grandpa Li Wu saw the Seventh Uncle Ancestor pretending to drink the second bowl, he scooped a bowl for himself to try it, and then Uncle Li Zheng was not polite. After that, after Li Junran helped the seventh uncle and ancestor scoop it, he immediately gave Li Cui's a bowl of scooping, and helped his father and uncle Li Zhengyuan smuggle three small bowls, and it was really not easy to have a little left in the end.

Li Junran was very confident in the Buddha jumping over the wall that was stewed in the kitchen of the second room in front of him. Not to mention that the ingredients are more complete than the previous jar, the most important thing is to simmer for three hours with the help of the fire in the kitchen of his own manor. The ingredients are complete, the heat is in place, and some manor hot spring water is additionally added, so it is difficult to think about it.

Li Junran didn't worry about being eaten by the people present at all, because the extra things such as abalone ginseng wings and belly added to the raw materials had already been moved back to the kitchen table of her manor by her taking advantage of the gap between scooping soup for the seventh uncle and ancestor. As for the rest, it is just the usual things such as chicken, winter bamboo shoots, dried shrimp, mung bean vermicelli and so on.

Just as the Seventh Uncle Ancestor was tasting the food, Pan Dong at the other table had already drunk two bowls in one go, and he still wanted to serve the third bowl, and the action was so fast that Mrs. Pan didn't have time to stop it.

"Dong'er, you've drunk two bowls, don't, don't drink it."

"yes, Daddy...... No, it can't...... Drink again. Pan Luhua's face also showed a tangled expression like constipation.

"Ahh Pan Dong was stunned for a moment, and frowned a little unhappily, "There are so many more here." ”

"Flowers, his father, my mother and flowers haven't drunk yet." Xiao Pan reminded him in a whisper, and seeing that Pan Dong's face was becoming more and more unhappy, he turned his gaze in the direction of the Seventh Uncle Ancestor, signaling that Pan Dong's Seventh Uncle Ancestor and they were not far away.

Pan Dong reluctantly picked up the soup spoon and scooped a bowl for Pan Pozi and Pan Luhua.

"Liang, let's drink the flowers."

"......" Mrs. Pan, who knew the inside story, glanced at Pan Luhua, knowing that there was a lot of croton powder in this dish, so where would she dare to drink it. But if they don't drink it, wouldn't it let the Li family see that they know that there is a problem inside?

"That...... My mother hasn't drunk it yet, so let's drink it. Occasionally, when Pan Luhua was also anxious, such a flash of inspiration made Pan Luhua think of her own mother, Xiao Pan.

"No, no, it's better to drink flowers." Xiao Pan, who had never tasted Pan Luhua's initiative to pick up vegetables, was very moved, and waved his hand again and again to refuse. On weekdays, there is a little delicious food, but Xiao Pan's daughter's daughter is naturally reluctant to eat the good things in the wine jar in front of him, where does Xiao Pan's know Pan Luhua's ulterior motives.

"Dong'er, you drink less, let your daughter-in-law drink more." Mrs. Pan said with a smile with a bright smile that she had never done to Xiao Pan. In this regard, it is difficult for Xiao Pan not to be flattered.

"You want to drink?"

"No, no need, Hua'er and her father, you can just drink." Little Pan instinctively shrunk his neck.

In all fairness, Pan Dong is not willing to share his own food with others, if it is Pan Pozi and Pan Luhua, it is just that, and he is not willing to share it with Xiao Pan. Pan Pozi and Pan Luhua, who knew the inside story, didn't dare to tell the truth in front of Lizheng. had to bite the bullet and drink the bowl of soup that Pan Dong scooped for them, if you don't drink it, you can't do it. (To be continued......)