Ai Mingshan and Ai Yonggui watched Ai Qiaoqiao walk out of the door with great regret.

Ma scolded fiercely: "Dead girl." ”

Ai Mingshan only sighed.

"I can't complain about her, who let them have no money in their hands."

"If you don't have money, you can't sell seasoning recipes!" Ma's heart was very distressed.

That's money, listening to Ai Yonggui, I don't know how many people in the city have booked seats in the full building, and they want to taste the taste of mustard.

"That's Qiaoqiao's own thing, and she naturally has the right to dispose of it." Ai Mingshan obviously didn't want to go on with the topic anymore.

"Dad, why do you always stop me from mentioning that incident?" Ai Yonggui said unhappily, "When the third brother left, he took away the recipe from our family, if this recipe was still there, I wouldn't be as hard as I am now." ”

"The mustard recipe isn't in that recipe." Ai Mingshan's face sank, "I've read that cookbook, and there is no mustard recipe in it." ”

“…… How could it be. Ai Yonggui was extremely disappointed, "The third brother really knows how to create his own dishes?" ”

Ai Mingshan sighed, and said after a long silence: "He is better than me." ”

Ai Yonggui lowered his head, but the boss was not convinced.

Ai Qiaoqiao left the upper room and planned to go back directly, but when she passed the door of the West House, she suddenly heard the sound of things falling in the house.

Stunned, she saw the door open, and Zhong stood there with a ghostly face, staring at her with straight eyes.

Zhong has not left the house since he was injured in the head by Ai Yonggui.

Counting it, Ai Qiaoqiao hadn't seen her for more than half a month, and now that she saw her, Ai Qiaoqiao almost didn't recognize her.

It's still a person.

With a thin and dry face, Zhong now looks like a living corpse.

"You...... Come on......" Zhong beckoned to her in a hoarse voice.

Ai Qiaoqiao has no good impression of Zhong's family.

Instead, she took a few steps back, ready to leave.

"Qiaoqiao...... Don't you go......" Zhong leaned on the door frame and knelt down directly.

Ai Qiaoqiao was stunned.

Zhong is a very proud person, now she can kneel here, it seems that she knows very well in her heart, she is in a big situation, and now what she wants is not to be decent, but to live.

Seeing Ai Qiaoqiao stop, Zhong took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Ai Qiaoqiao tremblingly.

"Please...... Help me get it to my ...... Mother's ......"

Ai Qiaoqiao looked at the letter and didn't reach out to take it.

"Qiaoqiao, I know you hate me......" Zhong covered his face and shed two lines of turbid tears, "I have no grievances with you, you must not think of why I hurt you......"

Ai Qiaoqiao looked at her fixedly, "Is it because of my second uncle?" ”

Zhong Shi was like being burned by something, "Yes, yes...... It's because of him, I'm dedicated to him, otherwise how could I be willing to do it to your child......"

"Why did my second uncle harm me?" Ai Qiaoqiao lowered her voice.

She didn't fully believe Zhong's words, but she didn't mind taking the opportunity to ask more things, and seeing that Zhong hesitated and didn't want to say, she took a half step back.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, and ask someone else to send it."

As she spoke, she turned to leave.

Zhong was in a hurry, desperately kneeling forward, hugging Ai Qiaoqiao's leg tightly.

"Qiaoqiao, don't go, don't go...... I say...... I say ......"

Ai Qiaoqiao took the letter.

Zhong Shi said with difficulty, "Your second uncle said...... You two have what your father left behind. ”

"What's that?" After her father died, the two of them even sold their house, and there was nothing left.

In addition to her father's set of knives, there were also some valuable jewelry and the like, which were also detained by Ma's.

"I don't know, your second uncle said that the thing used to belong to our family, and your father stole it......"

The more Ai Qiaoqiao listened, the more she felt that it was not a taste.

No wonder Ma's or Ai Yonggui always mentioned that the old Ai's family heirloom treasure was stolen by her father.

It turned out that they had decided that her father had taken the family recipe.

"Phew, my dad doesn't have any recipes." Ai Qiaoqiao said indignantly.

Zhong said aggrievedly, "I just heard what your second uncle said, and he said that the things are in your ...... I can only go to find it, I am all for him, he has no conscience, he beat me like this, you help me send the letter back to my mother's house, I want to reconcile with him! ”

Ai Qiaoqiao silently put the letter away.

She didn't care about Chung's fate.

In the final analysis, this is Zhong's own doing.

It's just that she can't figure it out, why her second uncle has always believed that the Ai family's recipes were taken away by her father?

Thinking of the half page of bloody recipes that her father was holding in his hand at the end, Ai Qiaoqiao's whole heart was cold.

Could it be that her father's death had something to do with it?

They killed her father and snatched her father's unfinished recipe as they left.

Do they think that the recipe is the one of Lao Ai's family?

At some point, dark clouds began to cover the sky.

A light rain fell in a dripping manner.

The trail was wet with rain and was very slippery to walk.

Ai Qiaoqiao didn't bring a lantern, so she could only walk in the direction of the old house in the dark.

When she turned the corner, her feet suddenly slipped, and she reached out to hold on to something, but a lightning bolt happened to cross the sky, startling her, and she fell directly on the muddy path.

The muddy water on his body said, and the night wind and night rain blew cold on his body.

"Woo woo woo ......"

In the darkness, a strange whimper could be heard from nowhere.

Ai Qiaoqiao's eyes widened, trying to see her surroundings clearly, but the voice was caught in the wind, and she didn't really hear it.

"Woo ......"

The voice seemed to come from the old house.

Ai Qiaoqiao struggled to stand up, holding on to the small tree on the side of the road, and walked forward in the dark, faintly lighting up in front of her.

Several figures approached the path, some with lanterns in their hands.

"Is it Miss Qiaoqiao?" Listening to the sound is like listening to the rain.

"It's me." Ai Qiaoqiao was surprised and delighted, and sped up her pace in front of the light.

"How did this happen?" An oil-paper umbrella was placed over her head, shielding her from the autumn rain.

"Night...... Son? ”

It was so close that she could see that the night was gone.

Seeing that her little face was covered with a lot of muddy water, and her body was soaked, she reached out and put the umbrella on her head.

"I'm fine, it's a little cold outside, so let's go back quickly." Ai Qiaoqiao thought that she was not so squeamish, and reached out to push the umbrella back to Ye Li's side.

Who knew that Ye Liyu came over with an umbrella, held half of her body in his arms, and helped her go back.

Listen to the rain carrying a lantern to lead the way.

"Woo woo woo ......" a strange whimper sounded again in the night wind.

Ai Qiaoqiao's body couldn't help but lean towards Ye Li's side freely, "Ye Gongzi, did you hear any strange noises?" ”

Ye Liyan glanced at her sideways, "Strange sounds? Are you referring to the wind? ”

"How do you know it's wind?" Ai Qiaoqiao was surprised.

The corners of Ye Li's lips curled, "I have lived in the Medicine King Valley since I was a child, and there is this strange sound of wind drilling mountains and rocks in the valley all year round, should you be afraid?" ”

"Who's afraid!" Ai Qiaoqiao cried out unconvinced.

Ye Lixian smiled closer, and exhaled with a faint mint in his breath, "If Qiaoqiao feels scared, you can close your eyes." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao was ashamed and annoyed, "I'm not afraid, I just think this voice is a little strange." ”

When I turned my face, I happened to see the warm appearance of Ye Liyan's eyes half drooping and the corners of his lips smiling, and his heart didn't move, and his chest seemed to be pressed by something, which made his heart stop beating for half a beat.