When night falls, the lanterns come on.

The illumination of various lanterns reflects the colorful world of Hachiho Street. The streets and alleys are crowded with people, and the tourists in the outer three cities are all amazed by the prosperity of the ancient village. The Eight Tigers, who have strong Western characteristics, are enthusiastically selling their wares, and although they are half-baked in Chinese, they are all smiling and generous, which is very different from the legendary description of Ru Mao drinking blood and being fierce and savage.

In a short period of time, Xiao Can led the Eight Tigers to see the charm of the world, and with his constantly broadening horizons and getting better and better life, the Eight Tigers who were originally simple and inferior became more and more confident, but made the people in the outer three cities look more like uninformed buns.

In the crowd, six sturdy men had grim faces, looked left and right vigilantly from time to time, and quietly protected the two young men in the center.

A jade-faced boy cranked a folding fan, his delicate face was full of curiosity, and he couldn't help but look at the scenery along the street. Beside him, a white and chubby fat man was munching on an apple, and when he walked to a stall selling secret medicine in the house, he suddenly stopped, and threw out a piece of broken silver.

"Hey, how do you get to Piaoxiang Courtyard?"

"The building with the brightest lights in the west is it, I think the two sons are extraordinary, they must be here to pick up girls, right?"

"Huh? A bit of eyesight. To tell you the truth, the more than 90 young ladies in Piaoxiang Yuan are wearing exactly what style of belly pockets they wear. ”

"This boy is really good at laughing, not only you know, but the old man who has seen the catwalk catwalk knows."

"What's the catwalk?"

The hawker was contemptuous for a while: he encountered a psychotic the day before yesterday, and claimed to have collected a pair of embroidered shoes from Miss Qiao. Goddess Qiao's severed offspring and grandchildren's feet are terrifying, and this kind of cowhide dares to blow, and she is really not afraid of being the last in the family. I didn't expect to meet a more perverted one today, and I didn't even hear of the catwalk, and I dared to brag about reading all the belly pockets.

"Maodao is the hottest girl in Piaoxiang Courtyard, and every three days of the 'Piaomi' show, Maodao will wear a few palm-sized rags to perform on stage, which is very enjoyable."

"Vulgar, too vulgar! It's only been a few days since I saw them, and they don't know how to love themselves - will there be a show tonight? ”

"How can this be called vulgar? It's called art! "The secret of the Fragrance Courtyard" is our most beloved young village master came up with a creative idea, although the young village owner and his old man let us 'considerate service customer first', but if you dare to be disrespectful to the young village owner, this business even if you don't do Lao Tzu will flatten you! ”

"Young village master, isn't that my eldest brother?" Cheng Fatzi smirked, threw another ingot of silver at the vendor who rolled up his sleeves and was about to do it, turned his head and said to the boy next to him: "Little boy, I have long said that my eldest brother is a rare talent in Datang, this time you believe it." ”

The jade-faced boy next to him is naturally a little boy.

"Huh!" The little boy put away the folding fan and said with a smile: "He is indeed a talent in cooking, as for the rest......"

Cheng Buxia frowned, heard what the little boy said, and asked, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Alas, I really don't know how your father will trust you to hand over such a big family business in the future, it's just that, my son will teach you a good lesson today." The little boy rubbed his temples and said slowly: "Xiao Can, this person is rough on the outside and on the inside, and he seems to be messing around, but in fact, every word and every action has a purpose. For example, yesterday he found out that Mr. Shi was a master of history, so he deliberately said that Mr. Shi was conceited and knowledgeable, how could he bow his head to a junior in the borderlands? This promise fell into Xiao Can's trick. He knew that asking the official history was a self-defeating goal, so he went sideways, picked out some absurd topics that were not well known, and forced Mr. Shi to bow his head and admit defeat, so as to achieve his goal of participating in the competition. ”

Xiao Gongzi's explanation is almost completely a portrayal of Xiao Can's heart. Cheng Fatzi was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he said for a long time: "Wow, it turns out that my eldest brother is so smart, I thought that Mr. Shi had to force my eldest brother to compete." ”

That's where his brilliance lies. Obviously calculating others everywhere, but it gives people the illusion that he is the weaker party, all in all, this guy is very cunning. The little boy squinted, as if remembering the picture of himself being angry and crying yesterday, and his fair face turned slightly red.

Cheng Buxia let out an "oh", and asked again: "Little boy, since my eldest brother is so cunning, is it also a trap to invite you to perfunctory tonight?" ”

"I can't talk about traps, but I also have his wishful thinking." The little boy smiled smugly, like a fox. "There's no denying that he's talented at cooking, but just because he's talented doesn't mean he's going to win the championship. It just so happens that Ben Gongzi is one of the judges of the competition, and he is still the most special one, and if he can make friends with this child, it will be of great benefit to the finals after January. ”

If Xiao Can was present, he would definitely be impressed by Xiao Gongzi's analysis, because he did have this thought.

His strength is undoubted, but judges such as Zhong Xuanyin, who use their own preferences as the judging criteria, make the competition full of variables, and it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

"Walking through the back door is so characterful, the eldest brother deserves to be the eldest brother." Cheng Buxia has already become Xiao Can's iron fan, and any conspiracy and trickery is full of wisdom to him, but he thinks about it and says: "No, it seems that you died yesterday and begged for nothing to let someone cook for you, right?" ”

"Hmph, who is this son, why does he have to agree?" The little boy straightened his waist and said firmly: "Even if your guess is right, he must have other purposes." ”

Cheng Fatzi was curious: "What purpose?" ”

The little boy had pride on his face, and said lightly: "He must have been conquered by the charm of this son." ”

“… …”

Cheng Fatzi was speechless for a while. This young man is extremely smart and has unparalleled mechanisms, and he is the best among his peers, and his only drawback is that he is too stinky fart. Although she is indeed beautiful and bubbling, she is young and ignorant, and she doesn't understand that men care not only about women's faces, but also about breasts and buttocks.

The little boy understood Cheng Buxia's eyes, and secretly laughed in his heart.

On the surface, tonight's banquet is indeed won by herself crying and making trouble, but her identity, how can she be so out of shape for a mere hot pot? Xiao Can may have his calculations, but why not himself?

It's just that what the little boy asks for is more difficult than ascending to the sky, I hope Xiao Can will not disappoint people.

While the two were talking, the three big characters of Piaoxiangyuan came into view.

"Jojo, I want to see Jojo!!"

"Goddess Qiao, I'm here again, my family bought another piece of grassland!!"

What surprised them was that the crowd in front of the brightly lit small building rubbed shoulders, arching inward with signs, one by one blushing and thick necks, and the scene of opening a warehouse to release grain during the famine was nothing more than that.

Cheng Buxia couldn't help but stumble: "My God, when did the business of Piaoxiang Courtyard become so hot." ”

He is not a junior brother in love, even in the beautiful Beijing Smoke Willow Alley, he has never seen such a lively scene. What has happened to Piaoxiangyuan these days that will make Piaoxiangyuan prosperous?

Wait, those people seem to be shouting Qiaoqiao. Could it be ...... Jojo forgot about the mission of Ouchi's secret agent and fell with a group of vulgar women?

It must be so! Who else but her has such appeal, who can make men so flocking?

The little boy was confused for a while, and added fuel to the fire: "Who is Qiaoqiao?" Hmph, but a fireworks woman who is toyed with by others can make people crazy, and my son wants to see it. ”

Thinking of Qiao Qiao's drunken appearance, Cheng Fatzi's eyes turned red, and he roared angrily: "Kill this group of bastards for Lao Tzu!" ”

The six guards looked at each other, their faces full of grief and indignation.

Although I don't know why Cheng Buxia suddenly turned his face, they are masters of the imperial capital, but they have become thugs who are angry prostitutes, which is really embarrassing. They didn't dare to disobey Cheng Gongzi's order, leaving the two to protect the safety of Cheng Buxia and Xiao Gongzi, and the remaining four people were like tigers coming out of the gate, and they were punched and kicked when they pounced into the crowd.

"Jojo, I love you - oops, who hit me."

"What kind of piece are you kid mixed with, even Xiao Zhang Fei of 'Zaozifang' dares to fight, believe it or not, Lao Tzu leads people - oh oh oh! Bring someone to your old man's house to set up a monument to praise virtue, a good man spares his life, don't fight or not? ”

"Uncle Ben has money, as long as you tell me who instructed you, Uncle Ben will give you double! Oops, three times! Oops, okay, okay, you don't have to regurgitate. ”

Most of the people who can come to Piaoxiang Courtyard to watch the performance are either rich or expensive, and they have been beaten for some reason, and they have been clamoring to find the venue.

"Who dares to commit murder in the Eight Tigers!"

At the critical moment, the Eight Tigers security guard, who was in charge of patrolling, stepped forward. The local tyrants with blue noses and swollen faces finally looked forward to a savior, and crawled behind the security guards, like a little daughter-in-law who had just been insulted, aggrievedly accusing the four of them of their evil deeds.

Pokui stood at the front with a short stick in his hand, glanced at the quail-like tyrants first, and said, "Bosses, have you all bought insurance?" ”

Everyone said in unison: "I bought it!" ”

"That's our guest. Dare to smash our signboard in the Eight Tigers, I don't think you want to live. Bo Kui stared at the murderer viciously, and when his eyes fell on the little boy and Cheng Fatzi behind the four people, he was suddenly stunned: "Hey~~ You are not yesterday's something-"

The little boy smiled slightly and said, "Judge of the cooking competition." ”

"Yes, judges!"

Poquai slapped his thigh, and suddenly things got tricky. These two great gods can judge whether the young village master is promoted or not, and they are big people who can't afford to offend. But if you don't give the guests an explanation, the prestige of the Eight Tigers Village will be greatly reduced, and it doesn't seem right to favor either side.

Jin, your mother, why did this kind of unlucky livelihood just let Lao Tzu meet.

Bo Kui thought for a moment, but after all, he didn't dare to offend the two, and said with a kind smile: "Two young masters, I don't know if there is any misunderstanding here, why do you need to fight?" ”

The guests were stunned: what kind of attitude did he have, shouldn't he rush up to the death? What about the Jade Emperor?

"Wow!"

Cheng Buxia took out a handful of silver tickets and threw them into the night sky, and said angrily: "These bastards saw that the money in the Lang Lao Tzu came out, and gave Lao Zibian a thousand taels!" ”

Poquai's face twitched, and he secretly scolded the fat man for not opening his eyes. There are so many people around to see the excitement, if you mistakenly think that the eight tiger security guards are all bad breeds, who would dare to pull consumption?

Of course, the bigwigs are not fuel-efficient lamps either.

Since the "robbery of Sarando" incident, most of the local tyrants have brought bodyguards for safety, and after a period of hustle and bustle, the bodyguards have been in place, and the bigwigs have suddenly become confident.

"Dead fat, if we are vegetarians, let's beat them to death!"

Although each person does not bring many bodyguards, they add up to form the climate. More than 30 elite men formed a circle, their faces full of ferocity, and surrounded the little boy and Cheng Fatzi.

The little boy's pretty face changed slightly, and he secretly scolded Cheng Fatzi's nerves. Originally, he came to have a good meal, but he got into trouble inexplicably with clinker, and it was too late for him to stop it. Now that the enemy is strong and I am weak, how should this be good?

Po Kui was so frightened that his heart was about to jump out, so he had to look up at the lighted window on the second floor, and said with a sad face: "Young village master, if your old man doesn't show up again, something big will happen!" ”