Cow raw? It's a strange name. Could it be that this child was really born of a cow?

For such a little slippery head, Fang Ji seemed to see himself when he was a child in his previous life.

At this time, Fang Ji took a gamble that seemed impossible to win, but in fact, for him, this game was 100% winning.

"That being the case, Lady Cook, you should listen to this bean first."

Fang Ji laughed, and then saw those people bring a large pot of boiled meat and a pot of red beans.

"Listen to the sound for five counts, then, you can start." Chef Zhao said and turned his back.

Fang Ji stepped forward, grabbed some red beans, and sprinkled them in the pot.

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

……

"The beans are one hundred and seven." only counted to three, and Chef Zhao exposed the number.

Then Fang Halberd picked up the chopsticks, separated the ten beans in a group, and counted the number of red beans in the pot, which was one hundred and eight.

Therefore, the error of the cook is one more. Chef Zhao was relieved to know the answer, this time it was an extraordinary performance for her, and the error of her playing this on weekdays was controlled at two or three.

"Alright, it's your turn, Tianhua Gongzi."

Fang Ji smiled but didn't say a word, crossed his hands, and turned his back.

Chef Zhao stepped forward and also grabbed the beans and threw them out.

Similarly, when Chef Zhao counted down to three, Fang Ji reported an accurate number.

"One hundred and fifty-five."

Chef Zhao was also counting the beans at this time, and the beans were only one hundred and fifty-six.

"Huh? Isn't that ......?"

"Oops, it's a draw, sorry." Fang Ji laughed. "Because I opened the bank myself, and the dealer killed it."

"This ......"

Everyone naturally already understood, how could it be so easy to draw, it was obvious that this person knew in advance that Chef Zhao was missing a few beans. In other words, this Tianhua boy can accurately know the number of beans.

The family style of the Zhao family is to serve the strong, and since the painting boy is indeed better than them this day, he is also convinced.

"Little brother Niu Sheng, I see you are a little unconvinced?"

"Sort of." This cow laughed and confessed.

"Well, let's make another private bet."

Like the master of Qianwang back then, when he found his "little slippery head", Fang Ji looked at this Niu Sheng at this time, and he was also a little moved.

However, he still has some principles in accepting disciples, which seems to be a point of talent, and the most important thing is character.

"Bet on what?"

"Bet on whether I can marry your young lady in the end, if I don't, I promise you one thing. If you get married, you promise me one thing. ”

"Okay, that's a deal." Niu Shengxiao's eyes naturally turned, knowing that his little life was not a loss.

And if he really won, Niu Sheng was a little moved by the pot throwing and stick technique that Fang Ji had just shown at this time......

If I learn it, wouldn't my Niu Sheng be even more powerful than that Brother Zhao Bei?

……

At this time, the "microphone" Sakura narrated the process, and everyone was very surprised when they heard it. The lady's face was naturally not very good, after all, the better the performance of this "heavenly painting", the more she slapped her in the face.

"This Tianhua boy has easily passed the test of the cook? Boy. "Then Aunt Fan really didn't expect this kid to be so powerful.

The test of the Zhao family is naturally to enter the Zhao Mansion and make peace, it is not important to win or lose, the important thing is to convince people. So Fang Ji seemed to be just making peace with Chef Zhao, but his performance was enough to convince Chef Niang.

As for Li Linlang, her face was strange, and she seemed to have an answer in her heart.

There are people who are so quick and wise she knows, but with the fact that she is good at throwing pots, she only thinks of one person in her heart.

Her father-in-law, the halberd who was treated as a guest by her father because of his great pot throwing!

Celestial Painting ...... Halberd ......

"Little sister, you, a boy of heavenly painting, are you still good at writing?" Li Linlang pursed her lips and laughed.

"Who knows." Su Wan heard that Li Linlang had such a private job, so she naturally knew that she had already guessed that the person was Fang Ji, and she also laughed coincidentally.

"Next, which sister-in-law wants to test the Heavenly Painting Son?"

Although Fang Ji's performance exceeded her expectations, this effect of convincing the family was obviously the best.

"In that case, let my sister-in-law go."

This Aunt Fan got up, and it seemed that she was eager to try.

Zhao Miao knew that her mother was "itching" and wanted to fight again, so she sighed, and then got up, first gestured to Zhao Wan, and then asked Mrs. Tai to say goodbye like a little adult, and followed behind Aunt Fan.

Zhao Wan also felt funny about her little nephew, and just now she was gesturing to see what her future uncle looked like.

Mrs. Tai's favorite thing is also this "Zhao family's only seedling", but she hurriedly made her eyes and let Xiaojie keep up, don't let anything happen to this Zhao Miao.

……

"Come, Tianhua Gongzi, please follow me to the next place." At this time, those family members had dispersed, and Fang Ji was following behind Chef Zhao.

"Wait, the cook."

Chef Zhao stopped, turned around and looked at Fang Ji, a little curious.

At this time, Fang Ji knew that there was no one around, so he took off his mask and revealed his face.

"Brother Fang......"

"Shh

Chef Zhao couldn't help but exclaim, Fang Ji hurriedly silenced her, and then brought back the mask.

"It turns out that you are the uncle found by the young lady." Chef Zhao laughed.

Although she and Fang Ji had only met on the night of Luo Huai's accident, they also knew that this person was even convinced by her Guan Lang.

Fang Ji felt that this Chef Zhao was not simple, don't look small, but the Yunguan brothers seemed to have been eaten to death by her.

Luo Huai specially emphasized that night that Yun Guan and this Chef Zhao could be trusted, so that if he needed manpower, he could ask the two for help.

"Cook, I have a favor for you to help."

"Brother Fang said."

"I want you to help me ......"

……

Immediately afterwards, Fang Halberd was taken by Chef Zhao to a backyard, the place was very empty, and the wall in the corner was full of all kinds of weapons.

Obviously, this is the place where the Zhao family practices martial arts privately.

After all, the Zhao family is a family of martial arts practice, and almost all of the family are generals who go into battle to kill the enemy, and it is not strange that there is such an open place dedicated to practicing martial arts.

And a burly woman was followed by a little ghost head who sat on the resting stone chair.

Fang Ji knew that this was Zhao Wan's sister-in-law, that is, Aunt Fan. And this little ghost seems to be Zhao Miao, the only male son of the Zhao family now.

That Zhao Miao saw that Fang Ji was immediately hiding behind the wall, but he just poked out a small brain and looked at him. Fang Ji stretched out his hand to greet him secretly, but Zhao Miao just laughed, but didn't say anything.

I don't know why, Fang Ji naturally thought that this Zhao Miao was just a child who didn't like to talk,

Fang ...... Heavenly Painting Child, I'll step back first. Chef Zhao almost said that she had missed her mouth, but at this time, she glanced at Fang Ji, and it seemed that she was going down to help Fang Ji do something.

……

On the other side, the old housekeeper Zhao Quan came to the main hall in a panic, which made the ladies of the Zhao family stunned.

"Mrs., Miss, Madame...... The big thing is not good, the prince of Situ Mansion, the prince of Taishi Mansion, and the three princes have all come to the gate at this time, and they all want to propose to the young lady......"