"Ride your uncle, ride your uncle. Yu Sheng kicked him away.

He turned around and shouted to the black girl who was staring directly at the couple surnamed Mo: "Dugu black girl, come down and purify your coconut cake thoughts, I don't know what to think all day long." ”

"Spring is here, and it's understandable. Fu Yan said quietly beside him.

He put his hands on his cheeks, looked ahead, pretended to be affectionate, and his voice was deliberately low.

The rest of his life looked at him puzzled, "What kind of demon are you doing?"

Fu Nan glanced at Yu Sheng casually, and continued to look ahead, "This is a man's elegance, you little boy doesn't understand." ”

Then he turned his head and whispered, "I heard that this can attract girls." With that, he changed back to his old posture and smiled at a girl in the town in front of him.

"Elegant uncle, come with me to work in the back, otherwise you will be removed from your position in Jinyiwei. Yu Sheng pushed him into the back kitchen.

As for the black girl, she didn't care about the high leaves at all.

The man surnamed Mo, who was drinking, raised his head, "Dugu black girl, who, such a domineering name." ”

The black girl who was eyeing his Qian Long arched her hand, "I have vision, I am a black girl, I don't know what to call a hero?"

Since it's not bad for money, it's easy to cheat money, the black girl has this idea in her heart.

The man surnamed Mo held his wine glass, "Don't ask." ”

"Don't ask?"

"Yes, don't ask. The man nodded, thinking that the black girl understood, but he didn't know that the black girl was completely confused.

"What can't you ask, is your name ugly? Don't worry, we have rich men and fish here, no matter how ugly they are, they are not afraid. Black chick said.

These words made everyone look sideways, if it is ugly, the name Dugu Hei Niu is good in the inn.

"No, don't ask. The man surnamed Mo said seriously to the black girl.

"If you don't ask, you don't ask. The black girl was a little annoyed, she treated each other with sincerity, but this person was silent, and he was really not a husband.

"No, my name is not asked, no, don't ask. The man is helpless, his name has to be explained to others every time.

"Oh, oh. The black girl suddenly smiled and said, "Then your old man is humorous enough to give you such a name." ”

Don't ask depressed, where is the humor of this name?

Ye Zigao, who counted Mo Wen and drank many glasses of wine, heard the difference, walked to the front and pushed the black girl away, "Go, don't have a bad idea." ”

can make a black girl talk to someone so awkwardly, as long as that person is not Ye Zigao, it is definitely for money.

"You can't make any money, so don't let me cheat. The black girl pushed away Ye Zigao, and was just about to continue to find a topic to talk about, when she saw that it was difficult to bring out the porridge and soup dumplings.

The porridge and soup dumplings are ready-made, which is enough for this family who is not bad for money to satisfy their hunger first.

Since others have paid a lot of money, he can't be sloppy for the rest of his life, so he has put on his apron and been busy in the stove.

After Mrs. Mo, who was full of expectations, put down the porridge when she was rich, she was a little disappointed: "This is the porridge of the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, and I am the only one?"

How domineering this name sounds, I thought it was some kind of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and it turned out to be a bowl of porridge boiled with various grains.

"Don't underestimate this porridge. "This porridge not only has spiritual power, but also is delicious so that the people of Yangzhou will never forget," you will know its wonder when you take a sip. ”

Mrs. Mo Wen was skeptical, and she didn't start for a long time, and set her eyes on the little fat man's body, his son is an acute son, and he has a bad mouth, so he can try the dishes.

The little fat man didn't know that his mother had this idea in his heart, so he swallowed a big mouthful of porridge, and then let out an "ah" sound.

"What, it's not delicious?" Mo asked Madame looking at the little fat man.

The little fat man didn't answer, but drank the porridge with a bowl, and reached out to serve the bowl of porridge in front of his wife.

"Smack", Madame opened his hand, "just hit for nothing, didn't you?"

The little fat man shrank back and took his hand back, and the mixed doubles left a big shadow on the little fat man.

But it's not like nothing else, he saw that Mo Wen was tasting wine, and his mother was tasting porridge elegantly, so he put his idea on the soup dumplings.

Mrs. Mo didn't see the little fat man's movements, and took a sip of porridge elegantly, the expression in her eyes changed, and she was very surprised to see this bowl of porridge.

Although the ingredients in it are not unusual, the taste is unusual, and it is not comparable to the soup made by the god chef Yi Yazi that they tasted in Gusu City.

However, Yi Yazi's soup contains a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the porridge and wine boiled by some grains in this inn are comparable to him, and I have to say that the chef can also serve as the name of "God Chef".

Unexpectedly, there was such a god chef hidden in the country shop, Mrs. Mo put down the spoon, and was about to ask who the cook was, when she heard the little fat man's "ah".

"What's wrong?" the husband and wife looked at the little fat man at the same time and asked with concern.

The little fat man who was burned by the soup in the soup bag was just about to tell the truth, when suddenly his eyes rolled, revealing a disgusted and disgusting face: "It's too unpalatable." ”

"Is it so unpalatable?" Mrs. Mo was a little unconvinced.

She had just thought that there was a chef hidden in this inn, and that the soup dumplings seemed to her to be very exquisite, shaped like chrysanthemums, as if carved out of a mold.

I don't know what it tastes like, but looking at this quality makes people feel that the taste is not bad.

"No need, no need, I'll take care of such an unpalatable thing. The little fat man hurriedly stopped.

"You kid has such a good heart?" Mo asked if he didn't believe that the kid who grabbed everything would suddenly get better, and the chopsticks in his hand instantly took away a soup dumpling.

He put the soup bag in his mouth and bit it, "Hmm", and also made a painful sound of being burned.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Mrs. Mo's inquiring eyes, Mo Wen glared at the little fat man, and moved the bun to his side, "It's really unpalatable, I'll solve it." ”

"Come on, who made me your son. The little fat man said righteously.

"I'll take it, who made me your son... What about Lao Tzu. Mo Wen resolutely refused to let go.

"What is there to grab here, throw it away if it is unpalatable. Seeing that they were scrambling, Mrs. Mo directly snatched the cage and wanted to throw it away.

"Don't!" Mo asked the father and son to shout, not scaring Mrs. Mo, but startling the dog who had just entered the door.

The dog, who was sticking out his tongue and panting, shrank and turned his head to run, and then reacted that this was his own territory.

It was dissatisfied with the three people who asked Mo to "Wang" twice, walked into the inn in four directions, and when it was tired of playing outside, it came back to replenish its moisture.

"Hey, this dog is ugly. Mo Wen and the little fat man said in unison.

The dog ignored them, and now the dog has calmed down, saying that the group of people who are ugly are all blind and don't know how to appreciate its soul.

"Hey, this dog is quite proud. Mo asked and turned around, and saw Mrs. Mo take a small bite of the soup dumpling.

The soup filled her mouth with the fresh fragrance of the soup dumplings in an instant, and the unexpected surprise made Mrs. Mo's body tremble, and then her heart was occupied by anger.

"That's what you call unpalatable!" Mrs. Mo slapped her chopsticks and glared angrily at Mo Wen's father and son.

"Well, we're afraid you'll get burned. Mo Wenyu smiled and whispered.

"Really?" Mrs. Mo pulled a basket of soup dumplings to her side, "I'm also afraid that you will get burned, so I'll solve it all." ”

"Ahh Mo Wen, who had eaten the consequences, let out a sad cry.

The dog who drank the water looked up at them, and was about to go out, when he suddenly heard the familiar footsteps in the back kitchen, and the whole dog was agitated, and ran to the back kitchen.