"I've been waiting."

Cao Ji wore a hat on his head, wore a wide jacket, and carried a food box in his hand, opened the door of the hall, and walked in from outside.

A cold wind swept into the house from outside the door.

Yan He got up, took the food box from Cao Ji's hand, and put it on the table in the hall.

Cao Ji pulled the door, sat down, took off his shoes, patted off the dust on his body, and looked at Song Daodao.

"How long have you waited?" Cao Ji asked.

"It didn't take long, just arrived, just arrived."

Song Daodao immediately bowed and smiled.

Cao Ji walked to the seat in the middle of the hall and sat down cross-legged.

"The old man is at least two hours late, where did Mr. Song come from?" Cao Ji pointed at Song Daodao and quipped, "You are flamboyant, it's not good." ”

Song Daodao stood aside respectfully and smiled awkwardly.

"Sit."

Cao Ji pointed to the seat next to him.

"Xie Caogong."

After thanking Song Daodao, he knelt on the seat.

Yan He picked up a pot of hot tea from the stove in the middle, took three cups, first poured a cup of hot tea for Cao Ji, and then poured a cup for Song Daodao and himself, and then sat down again.

Song Daodao has been observing Yan He intentionally or unintentionally.

Since Cao Ji entered the house, Yan He has been pulling his face, busy non-stop, helping Yan He pick up things, and helping Yan He pour tea.

The relationship between the two does not seem to be as embarrassing as Yan He said, but Song Daodao feels that Yan He respects Cao Ji very much.

"Take the food box."

Cao Ji pointed to the food box placed in the distance and said to Yan He.

Yan He didn't say a word, and immediately got up and sent the food box to Cao Ji.

"Hasn't Gong Cao eaten yet?" Song Daodao looked at the food box and accosted.

Cao Ji opened the food box, took out the dishes and chopsticks inside, smiled, and replied, "Make something for you to eat." ”

"Give us food?"

Song Daodao looked confused, what kind of pass did this Cao Zhi buy, he was obviously here to talk about important matters, how can he feel that he is a guest at a friend's house now!

"Yes."

Song Daodao didn't know what to do, so he could only thank him.

"Help me get the dough from the cupboard." Cao Ji asked Yan He to take the dough in the cabinet behind him.

Yan He still didn't say anything, and did things respectfully.

Song Daodao felt more and more strange, and said in his heart, isn't this the most ordinary father and son, the father is kind and filial to the son, Yan He, this kid won't lie to himself.

Cao Ji arranged the dishes and chopsticks in the food box, and the bowl was full of minced meat.

Yan He put the dough on Cao Qi's table, and sat back in his position silently, from beginning to end, his waist was straight, and his clothes looked respectful.

"You've never tasted this thing."

Cao Ji smiled mysteriously, opened the cloth wrapped in the dough, picked up a boxy dough, picked a piece of meat filling from the bowl with chopsticks, pressed it into the dough, and pinched it with one hand to wrap the filling.

Isn't this just copying!

Song Daodao saw at a glance what Cao Ji was doing.

"This is also what Mr. Xu Fu taught you?" Song Daodao asked.

Cao Ji was stunned for a moment, paused in the movement in his hand, looked at Song Daodao, and wrapped it up again.

"I almost forgot what I told you about Mr. Xu Fu."

Cao Ji suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and asked seriously: "How do you know that this was taught to me by Mr. Xu Fu, and not by others?" ”

Song Daodao was stopped by this question.

In Song Daodao's heart, Qin Mo definitely didn't have this kind of food, but Cao Ji knew that this must have been told by Xu Fu.

Song Daodao thought in his heart, he just said it, and he didn't think about it so much for a while.

But fortunately, this issue is irrelevant, and Song Daodao can fool around at will.

"It's not a secret, I am the same villager as Mr. Xu Fu in Xia, this kind of food is only available in my hometown, and it is called copying hands, so I have this in Xia." Delivered kilometers explained.

"Copying?"

A look of surprise flashed in Cao Ji's eyes, but he immediately disappeared from surprise and smiled.

"This thing is called wonton, not called copying hands, not a thing, not a thing." Cao Ji shook his hand and said with a smile.

"Wonton copying hands, one thing, holding the hometown, is just two names for north and south, it is one thing."

Song Daodao saw Cao Ji and him here, and immediately explained.

Hearing Song Daodao say this, Cao Ji laughed twice.

"Whether it's a copy, whether it's a hand, a wonton, whether you've eaten it or not, let's try what the old man made today."

Cao's smile kept on the corner of his mouth, and even the work in his hands was much faster.

Since Cao Zhi entered the house, he had not mentioned a word about cooperation, which made Song Daodao feel a little uneasy, for fear that before he came, Cao Zhi had already met Wu Chen.

And Wu Chen has already had some bad idea, which has made Cao Ji change his mind now.

"Cao Gong, Chen Sheng......"

"Today, don't talk about this time."

Song Daodao just wanted to mention Chen Sheng's matter, but he was suddenly bored by Cao Zheng.

The dough he brought has not yet been wrapped, but the meat filling that Cao Ji brought by himself has been used up.

"One-five, two-five, three-five......" Cao Ji counted how many wontons he had wrapped in total.

"It's only thirty, not enough for three people to eat." Cao said to himself.

As he spoke, Cao Ji looked at Song Daodao, who was sitting next to him, and said with a smile: "Can Mr. Song help the old man go to the kitchen outside the house and get some more minced meat?" ”

"Isn't there Yan He!" Song Daodao pointed to Yan He, who was still sitting upright in front of him, and said.

"I'm tired of Mr. Lao." Cao Zhi didn't listen to what Song Daodao said at all, and bowed his hand to Song Daodao, and thanked him.

Cao Ji said all this, and Song Daodao didn't want to say anything, so he happened to be on his knees and went out for a walk.

"Yes."

After speaking, Song Daodao held on to the table, got up with difficulty, and exited the door.

As soon as he went out, the more Song Dao thought about it, the more wrong it became, for so long, Yan He had been sitting upright, not looking like he had a contradiction with Cao Ji at all.

Besides, Cao Ji always asked Yan He to help him get things at the beginning, but now he suddenly went out to get things by himself, isn't it clear that he will be separated.

After thinking about it, Song Daodao quietly walked back to the wall, lay on the steps, and lay his ears on the door to prevent his shadow from being reflected on the door, and secretly listen to what secrets they had behind their backs.

Inside the house, Cao Ji patted the flour off his hand and asked, "Tell me, what's going on with this Song Dao?" ”

"He was originally the county lieutenant of Yangcheng, and he was ordered to escort nine hundred soldiers to Yanmen. On the way, he was attacked by Yingbu, and he was also taken captive by Yingbu.

Later, it was Wu Chen who pretended to be Wu Bing and pretended to release him.

Next, he arrived at Shouchun. Chen Sheng, the leader of the thieves outside Shouchun, was originally the head of his subordinates, and he only found out about Chen Sheng's affairs yesterday. ”

After hearing this, Cao Ji nodded secretly.