Ai Mingshan clenched the crutches in his hand tightly, and Bao Tie's head trembled and pointed at Ai Yonggui.

"You say...... Where did you get that recipe, is it your third brother's? ”

Ai Yonggui was shocked, and his lips trembled for a long time before he could say a complete sentence.

"Daddy...... This, what does this have to do with my third brother......"

"If you don't make it clear today, don't even think about going out again!" Ai Mingshan was ruthless, ignoring Ai Daquan's obstruction, picked up his crutches and slapped Ai Yonggui with his head and face.

Ma Shi was at a loss, and wanted to stop but didn't know which one to stop first.

Ai Yonggui rolled around on the ground with his head in his arms, Ai Mingshan gasped, and a crutch missed, only to hear a "click", and the crutch was actually disconnected from the middle.

Ai Mingshan was stunned.

Ai Yonggui took the opportunity to cover his head with his arm and hid behind Ma's, "Dad, I don't know where you heard these words, what third brother's recipe, that recipe was obviously given to me by my master." ”

The old man only has a good leg, and without crutches, it is difficult for him to even walk, and there is no way to chase Ai Yonggui again.

"Your chef's recipe?" The old man snorted and gasped, "Are you really blind to your father!" He screamed angrily, but he choked and coughed.

Ai Daquan hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man beat his back and helped him sit down on the edge of the kang.

Ma Shi didn't care about Ai Mingshan's body, turned his face and asked Ai Yonggui, "Son, you really don't have any silver for selling recipes?" ”

Ai Yonggui shook his head, "Mother, if I tell a lie, I won't have to die." ”

This can be regarded as a very heavy oath in the countryside, and most people taboo the word "death", so they don't dare to swear by this kind of thing.

When Ma Shi heard this, his eyes showed deep disappointment.

It's really been a bad thing in the past six months.

Whether it is the marriage of a pretty flower, or Xiaoling's family affairs, Ai Yonggui's errands, everything is like being held by a big hand in the dark, no matter how hard they try, they can't change this bad luck.

"It's bad luck." Ma muttered indignantly, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird.

Why is it so quiet?

Ma Shi raised his head and was surprised to see Ai Qiaoqiao standing at the door of the room, holding a pig's leg tied with a rope in one hand.

"It's a coincidence." Ma's eyes fell directly on the pig's leg.

Look like that, there are seven or eight pounds, and there is a lot of fat.

Ai Qiaoqiao stood motionless, looking at everyone in the room fixedly.

Ai Mingshan sat on the edge of the kang with a rough breath, covering his chest with one hand, and his face was a little ugly.

"Master, what did you just say about the third brother, do you mean my father?"

"No, you heard me wrong." Ma Shi said as he stepped forward to pick up the pork leg in her hand.

Ai Qiaoqiao flashed, dodged, and said coldly: "Milk, my ears are good." ”

Ma was embarrassed, but refused to admit it.

"It's all the old things, and I don't want to mention this for the New Year."

Ai Qiaoqiao sneered, "Milk, don't you really want to know how my father died?" ”

"How else could he die...... If he hadn't stolen our heirloom......"

"Shut up!" Ai Mingshan broke off and interrupted Ma's words, "I said last time, this matter should not be mentioned again!" ”

Ai Mingshan glared at Ma Shi fiercely, his chest rose and fell violently, and his face was as white as a piece of paper.

Ai Qiaoqiao put down the pig's leg and stepped forward to help Ai Mingshan caress his chest.

The old man reached out and held Ai Qiaoqiao's hand, and called in a trembling voice: "Girl! I'm sorry for your father. ”

Ai Qiaoqiao's heart couldn't help but tremble.

She had long felt strange why Lao Ai's family would be involved in the loss of the family heirloom recipe as soon as her father Ai Jinghong was mentioned.

Even though Ai Mingshan openly reprimanded everyone several times not to mention this matter again, all kinds of conflicts in the family will always touch this part.

"Qiaoqiao, it's your father who is useless, it's your father who is tired of your father's reputation!"

Ai Qiaoqiao was surprised, and held Ai Mingshan's hand, "Master, what are you talking about, you are an elder, how can you be sorry for my father." ”

Ai Mingshan burst into tears, "Things have come to this point, and I'm not afraid of losing this old face again, so I just said it." ”

Everyone in the room looked at Ai Mingshan in surprise, not knowing what he was going to say.

"Isn't it just for the recipe that our family ancestors handed down? It records the dishes that the nobles of the palace used to eat...... Ai Yonggui, do you think that if you can learn the above things, you can get the freshest gold medal in the world? ”

Ai Yonggui was beaten by his father, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but he was not convinced.

"That's a recipe in the palace, if I had learned it earlier, I would have become a hand long ago, how could I mix it up like this......"

Ai Mingshan sneered.

"I really have no eyes, I chose a beast like you, thinking that you could support this family."

Ai Yonggui stiffened his neck, "Dad, you have to be a conscience, I have contributed a lot to this family over the years, since the third brother left home, what things in the family are not I help cook, even the marriage of the pretty flowers......"

"Bah, you still dare to mention the marriage of the pretty flower!" These words choked Ma's lungs at once, "If it weren't for you, who had lost your conscience, how could Qiaohua marry someone else to be an outer room, and she didn't even have a serious name." ”

Ai Yonggui stepped back and distanced himself from Ma's, lest Ma's impulsively grab his face.

Ai Mingshan glared at Ai Yonggui, "Do you think I don't know your mind, do you think it was Jinghong who took away our family's recipe." ”

Ai Yonggui's face changed, "Dad, since I've said everything here, I'll tell you directly, you have always been biased towards the third child, you said that you didn't give the recipe to the third child, but the matter is here, if you don't have that recipe, the third child can live so well, and he opened his own tavern......"

"We used to learn cooking skills with you together, he has a few brushes I know very well, how can he know so many dishes overnight, understand so much, it's not that your father is used to him behind his back, towards him, afraid that he will not be able to live after leaving home, so he secretly gave him the recipe."

Ai Mingshan's face was ashen, "I really haven't given that recipe to the third child." ”

"I don't believe it." Ai Yonggui snorted coldly.

"Believe it or not, I haven't given that recipe to the third Jinghong!" Ai Mingshan said angrily.

"If you really haven't given the family recipe to the third child, then you might as well take it out now and let us take a look." Ai Yonggui's eyes flashed with greed.

Ai Mingshan's chest rose and fell, and Ai Qiaoqiao stood beside him, and she could clearly hear the old man's chest like a bellows-like gasp.

"Our family recipe...... Not...... Nope. The last few words seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth.

"Gone?" Ai Yonggui and Ma Shi were all stunned.

Although Ai Daquan had also heard that there was a family heirloom recipe at home, he was not good at cooking, so he was not interested in this kind of thing.

"Old man, are you kidding, it's a recipe handed down from your ancestors, why is it gone?" Ma Shi also asked anxiously.

Ai Mingshan hung his head decadently.

Ai Qiaoqiao felt that in an instant, all the anger on the old man's body was sucked away, and he drooped his shoulders, like a person who was powerless to resist under heavy pressure.

"The recipe...... I gave it away. Ai Mingshan paused word by word, "Back then, I was still working in a restaurant in Huai'an City, young and vigorous, competing with others in cooking, but I lost...... The stake is our family recipe...... Later, I handed over the recipe and regretted it, and secretly wanted to take it back, but the other party broke my leg......"

Everyone in the room looked at each other, and no one expected that the family heirloom recipe would disappear like this.

It has nothing to do with Ai Jinghong at all.

Ai Jinghong has been stigmatized for so many years because of Ai Mingshan's relationship.