Ye Lingbi really didn't brag about it, he was indeed the best singer among the ticket holders.

Mu Nian'an, who has accompanied Chairman Mu to listen to Peking Opera for so many years, has long had a professional ear. As soon as Ye Lingbi opened her voice, she knew that Ye Lingbi must have practiced a lot in private, and it must have been Brother Jiu who tutored him to practice.

Even if they are not in the same profession, everyone has their own unique way of singing. Ye Lingbi's singing style and breath are clearly from Feng Jiuye's faction.

Ye Lingbi's level, thrown into the Beijing Opera Theater, is barely enough to listen.

This scene can't be smashed.

Mu Nian'an was sipping melon seeds, eating snacks, squinting his eyes, quite careless.

Ye Lingbi sings well, but it is still a big gap from a professional Peking Opera actor.

When Feng Jiuye came to the stage again, her demeanor suddenly became serious. The melon seeds are no longer knocked, and the snacks are not eaten, holding a teacup, staring at Feng Jiuye fascinated, and his eyes follow Feng Jiuye.

Ye Lingbi on the stage saw her obvious change in attitude, and her lungs were about to explode.

But he didn't dare to show it, and continued to sing tremblingly.

Boss Feng is very in awe of the stage, if anyone dares to be absent-minded on the boxy octagonal platform, it will be beaten to death by him.

Feng Jiuye on the stage sang well, and the audience listened carefully.

The three people on the table of the Eight Immortals were so serious that they didn't even notice that Quan Shaoting was sitting on the stool next to him.

The last drum beat fell, the curtain of the door closed and fell, and the scene was over.

Biscuit held a small round face: "It's so good!" I didn't understand a word, though! ”

But the story of Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo, he knows. I also understand what this scene is singing today. I don't understand, but I can feel Zhu Yingtai's grief and despair, but I can't resist under feudal etiquette.

Listening to a play in the garden is different from listening to a concert. If you dare to applaud indiscriminately, you will be coaxed out of the garden by a broom. Even so, Mu Nian'an's two hands were numb, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Biscuit and Feng Yao weren't even ticket friends, so when they heard her applaud her, they dared to applaud and cheer together.

Mu Nian'an grabbed the teacup and poured the tea at this time, and drank it with a grunt, but the heat in his throat still couldn't be relieved: "Quick, water, water." ”

"Madame, how many voices do you have?" Quan Shaoting carried a white-glazed teapot and filled her teacup: "You are shouting louder than the people on the stage." ”

Mu Nian'an was taken aback: "Mr. Quan?!" When did you come? ”

Quan Shaoting sat down on the empty stool next to her: "It's not too late to come, Boss Feng's drama is only a little behind." ”

It was the first time he heard Boss Feng sing in his voice. The singing is really exquisite. It is worth being missed by Ye Lingbi all day long. The appearance is also amazing. No wonder it was missed by Ye Lingbi.

The biscuit presenter handed over the snack plate: "Second uncle, you can taste it, this is made by the second aunt." ”

It's a lot worse than Uncle Nine's dim sum, but it's also delicious. Anyway, he came back from London and gave everything delicious.

Quan Shaoting picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and tasted it, and put it down: "It's delicious." ”

Mu Nian'an: "............"

You're not going to finish it!

Soon, Ye Lingbi only took off her costume, and rushed out of the backstage before her makeup was removed, and asked proudly: "How am I singing?" Shaoting, you answer. The dead girl is biased against me, and she's certainly not fair. ”

Quan Shaoting gave a fair and impartial answer: "The level of ticket holders." ”

Ye Lingbi: "That's also the level of top ticket holders!" Feng Jiu praised me for singing well just now. ”

Mu Nian'an said slowly: "The math teacher often praises the elementary school students for being amazing. ”

Ye Lingbi: "............"

Damn it. As soon as this dead girl opened her mouth, he wanted to kill her.

Feng Yao, who heard Boss Feng's voice open for the first time, has not been able to come out of the play for a long time: "Ninth Master...... Boss Feng sings really well! ”

Only praise Feng Jiu and not praise him?

Ye Lingbi scolded unhappily: "Are you a ticket holder, do you understand how good or bad it is?" ”

Feng Yao was unhappy: "Why don't you understand, although I am not a professional ticket holder, I am also a person who has heard a lot of Peking Opera." Ye Dong, you forgot, when you were chasing that little flower dan, you dragged me to accompany you to the Peking Opera every day. ”

I've listened a lot, and I can't hear the subtle difference between everyone and Jiao'er, but it's definitely okay to listen to it well or badly.

Ye Lingbi: ", Lao Tzu's voice is useless, and he can't even say a word of thanks." All of you are not worth as much as me alone, I will sing for you, why don't you hurry up and kneel down and thank you. ”

Mu Nian'an: "......"

Quan Shaoting: "......"

Feng Yao: "......"

Cookies: "......"

Damn, that's pretty heart-wrenching.

Mu Nianan was deeply stung: "Do you still have to be graded when you listen to a play?!" Aren't the poor worthy of a play?! Don't mention this in the theater in the future! ”

Feng Jiuye only wore an underwear, simply took off his headdress, and walked over with a smile: "Yes, you are not allowed to mention this in the opera garden in the future." ”

Ye Lingbi smiled very lewdly when he saw him. Swing, Feng Jiuye's face sank, and his warning eyes swept over lightly.

Mu Nian'an looked between the two of them inexplicably: "Brother Jiu, is this grandson teasing you in the background again?" You name it, and I'll help you beat him to death. My husband came, and it was easy to beat him. ”

Ye Lingbi didn't speak, he just deliberately touched the side of his face, and made a slurping sound.

Feng Jiuye: "...... An An, you go back first, I will go to you after Ye Lingbi and I take off our makeup. ”

Mu Nianan hugged Quan Shaoting's arm: "Okay." After listening to your play, let's make dinner ready today. ”

Cookie: "...... Second aunt, you just want the second uncle to cook dinner. ”

Feng Yao said in his heart: What a blessing for me, listening to Feng Jiuye and Ye Dong sing to me, eat snacks made by the young lady, and let Mr. Quan cook for me!!

I feel that my life has reached the peak~~

Quan Shaoting felt like a cooking machine with no emotion.

As the saying goes, if you want to tie a woman's heart, you must first master a woman's stomach.

If you want to marry a wife, you must first cook good dishes and learn good cooking skills.

If you can't even cook, it's hard to get a wife.

Biscuit made up his mind: "Second uncle, I'll help you start, and you teach me how to cook." Good no good? ”

Quan Shaoting: "Okay. ”

Then the biscuits were made an exception and allowed to stay in the kitchen.

No one mentioned Mu Nian'an's troubles about the Ye family for Ye Lingbi. Not a word was mentioned, even if no one could ignore her high and swollen cheeks, but no one mentioned it again.

Quan Shaoting didn't even ask, knowing that she was afraid of cold and ice, but just asked Feng Yao to stare at her and apply ice packs to her cheeks, and she was not allowed to apply ice for two minutes before throwing the ice packs aside.

When Ye Lingbi and Feng Jiuye came back, Ye Lingbi's cheeks were also swollen high.

Mu Nian'an glanced at it, didn't ask, just silently handed him his ice pack: "Put it on, it's cool, it's more comfortable." ”

Do you still need to ask?

It must have been this grandson who was molesting the thin ninth brother again in the background, and then beat the ninth brother.

However, Fan Deng's disciple slapped him, and Brother Jiu was too ...... Treat yourself as a beauty. If she wants her to say, Brother Jiu should clench his fists and give Ye Lingbi a few fists on his side.

Boss Feng has changed back to Feng Jiu Ye again.

It's obviously a person, but why does it feel so big?

Feng Yao couldn't help but look at him several times, trying in vain to associate the Feng Jiu Ye in front of him, who hid his smile and hidden the knife, with Boss Feng, who was shyly and pretty, in the opera garden just now.

But he tried for a long time and failed.

It's a face, but the temperament and charm are completely different.

Not a person at all.

Feng Jiu Ye went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and as soon as he left, Feng Yao asked in a low voice: "Ye Dong, why did you get slapped?" ”

looks like he cares, but in fact it's just for gossip.

Ye Lingbi said seriously: "Because I drink water from Feng Jiu's teapot, he thinks I'm dirty." I think I've got his spout all oil. ”

Feng Yao: "??? ”

You drink from his cup of water every day, and you don't see him frown.

Mu Nianan pouted: "It must be that he is slighting my ninth brother again." You don't need to ask. ”

Ye Lingbi: This time it's really not that I'm light on Feng Jiu, it's because I'm being slighted by Feng Jiuye. If I say it, no one will believe me. But that's the case, Feng Jiu kissed me, and I was stunned.

If he hadn't been touching Feng Jiu's cheek just now when he was removing his makeup backstage, he wouldn't have been slapped.

Harm, this slap, it's worth it!

Feng Jiuye not only made himself tea with the exclusive secret recipe of the theater, but also made a cup for Ye Lingbi.

Ye Lingbi drank beautifully, and wanted to touch his cheek that had been kissed by Feng Jiuye, but Feng Jiuye let out a light 'um', and he took back his paws cowardly.

Feng Jiu pumped him the same as Ye Weikang smoked An An, but he didn't show any mercy at all.

His cheeks are still burning hot.

Feng Jiu's strength is not as good as Ye Weikang's, and I don't know how An An's girl endured it. It is estimated that the inside of her mouth is all broken and bleeding.

Thinking of this, Ye Lingbi put down the teacup and beckoned to Mu Nian'an: "Open your mouth, I'll take a look." ”

Mu Nian shook his head weakly: "What is there to see, don't give it a look." ”

Feng Jiu Ye saw that she had been applying ice for so long, and the redness and swelling on her cheeks did not fade: "Good, open your mouth, let's see." ”

Mu Nian'an reluctantly opened his mouth.

cheeks, blood stabbing. Feng Jiuye and Ye Lingbi's eyes sank when they watched.

She hurriedly said: "I've been on fire recently, mouth ulcers!" ”

Feng Jiuye didn't expose her, but just went to the kitchen again: "I'll make you a cup of lotus leaf tea to reduce anger." ”

Feng Yao couldn't help but mutter: "Where can you be so ruthless." ”

Mu Nianan hurriedly glared at him.

Do you have a bit of eyesight?

Brother Jiu and Ye Lingbi didn't say anything more, didn't he understand?

Mu Nian'an said softly: "I am not wronged by this slap. ”

It's not just talking, I'm afraid that Ye Lingbi will go back to Brigade Commander Ye to settle accounts. I really feel that this slap from the bottom of my heart is not wronged.

No matter how you say it, it's also an elder, and if you talk to an elder so badly, you should be slapped.

Ye Lingbi rubbed his stomach: "Sing a play, sing for me when I'm hungry." Shaoting didn't cook well, I'm going to starve to death. ”

I eat a lot at noon, but I can't stand the physical strength of singing. When he was hungry, he brought him a cow and he could eat it all.

Mu Nian'an took a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth: "Wait! It's ready to go. What to urge, I can't wait for you to cook the food yourself. ”

Ye Lingbi: "...... I said Mu Nian'an, can you treat me better. If you murder me every day, I will be sad. ”

"You hurt your heart, I slapped your father for you." Mu Nian'an couldn't get angry when he thought about it, so he raised his leg and kicked him: "It hurts me to death." ”

It still hurts.

It was burning and hot, and it hurt hotly. When the mouth grows a little longer, it tears and hurts.

Ye Lingbi put up her swollen cheeks with the same style as hers, and sighed: "Let's eat light for dinner." ”