Fugui always remembered after seeing Jiang Hua, he had no appetite for eating, and he had no passion for work, and after serving women, especially women who were very good-looking, Fugui felt disgusted with those rough old men. The sad thing is that we opened a wine shop, not a green building, and it took ten days and half a month to receive one or two heroines, and the appearance was still random. In fact, it's not just the rich guy, but all the men who have seen Jiang Hua, both young and old, have been hooked by her.

Thinking of this, I am even more depressed, obviously it is the same father and mother and the same mother's fetus, but she gave birth to a seductive soul, and I can only make people scared away. Because of this face, I have been mentally tortured since I was a child, and when I realized that I was different from other children, I was depressed for a while, and I thought about why all day long. After thinking about it for two or three years, I didn't come up with a reason, and at the same time, the children in Chang'an who were frightened by me gradually got used to my appearance, and no matter how ugly they looked, they would be numb as long as they looked pleasing to the eye. Because I look different from ordinary people, I have quite prestige among children, and I have unconsciously become the child king of Chang'an Street, and everyone always thinks that I am not an ordinary person, so I am a little in awe. Playing and playing, I was taken out of Chang'an City by the master of the fairy wind bone, for children born in Chang'an, Chang'an is the whole world, a person suddenly leaving Chang'an is equivalent to this person disappearing out of thin air in their eyes, and then they will decide that this person is really not a mortal.

Later, I went back to the valley with Master, and I thought that Master was a wise man, so I began to ask him all day long and endlessly why, why, why. At first, Master would answer, but he soon found that his answer would make me burst out more whys, and Master broke down for a while. Then, as soon as I asked some strange questions, Master would circle around me in a circle, and after the round, we didn't know what we had just talked about.

I leaned against the door frame and watched as the wagons rolled over the snow and dust, the wheels turning in circles and leaving a relentless mark of dirt in the snow.

In the distance, I saw a familiar figure walking in the snow, and I hurriedly waved my hand.

I shouted to Fugui, who was napping in the shop, and said, "Your ancestor is back, go and make a pot of tea." Don't take the tea that entertains the guests, make the bag of West Lake Longjing that I drink on weekdays.

Fugui woke up from his dream with drooling, his face still printed with deep wood grain, and stumbled into the kitchen.

Seeing that there was still a short distance left, I ran over in a hurry and took the toolbox from Master's shoulder and put it on myself.

I said, "I'm finally back, Master, if you don't come back, I'm going to make trouble at the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Master said, "Oh?

I said, "Master, didn't you say that * had any infertility, that disease must be tricky, I am afraid that Master will not be able to cure it but will be bullied by that Zhao Dog."

Master said, "Are you concerned about Zhao Gou or are you concerned about being a teacher?"

I said, "I must be concerned about Master, then ...... Is Zhao Gou's disease cured?

Master said, "No."

I said, "Sure enough, this disease is so evil that even the master can't cure it."

Master said, "It's not that it can't be cured."

I tilted my head and looked at him with a confused expression.

Master said, "Before leaving, you didn't say that you didn't want to cure him for the Master.

I was surprised: yes, so ...... Did Master deliberately not cure Zhao Gou?

Master said, "Yes."

Chatting and chatting, we walked into the store, and Fugui suddenly refreshed when he saw the ancestor, and rushed up to be a bear hug. The relationship between generations is kissing, just like grandfathers generally love their grandsons, and sons generally hate their fathers. Fugui hates me because I often educate him, and I hate Master because he often beats me, and Master never educates Fugui, and I wonder if the time may not have come.

Fugui is handing tea and rubbing his legs, diligent and diligent, and greets each other with a smile. He seems to be completely accustomed to the new character of the virtuous little apprentice. I thought, if suddenly one day he is not allowed to work, maybe he will be angry with me? It can be seen that a person's position is very important, and the same is true of a gang. You see that the setting of the beggar gang is poor, even if a rich person like Changgui joins this gang, he will cry poor. Another example is Shaolin's setting in recent years, so the whole gang is outstanding, and the more handsome they look, the higher their status, the better the legal name. In the past, he ran to Shaolin to be a monk without a way out and couldn't marry a wife, so he had an organization and a career, but now he is ugly and has to be rejected by Shaolin.

And my current setting is a strict teacher, and I don't know if Fugui is a high apprentice yet.

Fugui asked: Master, can Prime Minister Zhao be cured?

Master shook his head.

Fugui wondered: How could it be, the ancestor went out, and there was no medicine to get rid of the disease?

Master said, "Your master won't let me get rid of the disease."

Fugui looked at me with a look of confusion on his face.

I said: Zhao Gou does a lot of evil, is a bad person, and has a black heart. He wants to have another son, and if he can't do it again, what should he do?

Fugui said: Oh, that makes sense.

I said: In order not to bother to eradicate future troubles in the future, the best solution is to strangle the scourge in the cradle first.

Fugui said, "Then what happens in all ten thousand lives is not a calamity?"

I said, "This kind of whatevers are too small, don't always think about whatever, what if there is no whatever?"

The master said that not only did he not be cured* but also did something to make the rest of the doctors helpless, and the reason why he did so extreme was because of my original words, I was flattered, just because of my words, Zhao Gou was cut off, this feeling is like being an emperor, and whoever is not pleasing to the eye will be ordered to be beheaded. No wonder everyone wants to be the emperor, this taste is more fragrant than eating stinky tofu, but people don't think it stinks before they eat stinky tofu, and after eating a bite, they can't stop, and they can fight for a piece of tofu.

In this way, * one after another concubine rooms, it is said that the hip circumference of each new concubine must exceed the size of the previous one, and the butt of the concubine room after marrying is so fat that it can't be held with a pair of hands. As a result, this matter reached the ears of the saint, and the whistleblower only said one thing and did not say the other, which made the saint think that this old thing still has some feelings for the big ass when he is old and old, and he thinks that he has just sent a white-haired person to a black-haired person, and it is also very good to have a hobby to transfer the pain in his heart. Therefore, the Holy Lord personally wrote to the kings of neighboring countries, hoping that they would send the fat buttocks of their own country as gifts, and the only requirement was to seek truth from facts, and the place that should be big must be big. I think that the Holy Lord's daring to point fingers at the monarchs of neighboring countries is also based on the fact that our country is strong in soldiers and horses, the country is rich and the people are strong, and everyone likes to bully the weak and fear the hard, and the same is true for the country.

In order to test the weight of my words in Master's heart, I willfully proposed that I want to eat skewers in the evening.

Master said, "Well, I want to eat it for the sake of the teacher."

Fugui said: The disciples also want to eat.

I said, "Since everyone wants to eat it, well, I've approved it, so you can go and get ready."

Master asked: Well, didn't you bake it?

I asked: Why me?

Master said, "Because you brought it up first to eat."

I said, "No matter, I'm going to eat, and I'm not going to do it."

Master said: That's it~

I said, "Uh-huh, that's it."

The master said, "Apprentice, your master and ancestor both want to eat skewers, so I'll leave this matter to you!"

......

When I heard it, my heart blossomed. You see, I usually complain that I am vicious, but the really vicious people just don't make a move. What Fugui didn't know was that his master had also been destroyed by his ancestor for more than ten years. Presumably, everyone has to go through the destruction of the master before becoming a master, and only when the destruction is enough can they become a master, and then take an apprentice to take revenge.

Retribution is endless.

Rich and dignified sitting on the bench and threading all kinds of meat and vegetables into bamboo skewers one by one, this posture is like a woman threading a needle in the boudoir. Because I was so good at eating, I wore four hundred and twenty strings from dawn to dark, and my hands trembled after wearing them. I couldn't bear it, and then solemnly handed over the rest of the work to Master.

Master refused.

I hurriedly patted my ass: the apprentice knows that the master's cooking skills are first-class, and although the apprentice wants to eat, it is not good to trouble the master. But Master, your apprentice has not yet tasted your peerless cooking skills, and if you miss this opportunity, there may not be a next time.

Speaking of emotion, I also blew my nose.

Master said, "Make a fire."

Fugui and I were stacking firewood, lighting a fire, and setting up a grill in the open space in the backyard.

Fugui praised in my ear while adding firewood: The apprentice really admires the master.

I said, "Don't learn this, it's not a good skill."

Fugui said: This skill is powerful, please master must teach me.

I said, "If you don't teach, it's easy to teach you badly."

Fugui said: Don't learn in vain, pay the tuition in vain.

The firewood crackled and burned, and the red flame looked extra warm on a winter night.

I said, "Who are you to be a teacher?"

Fugui said: Double.

I swallowed.

Fugui said: Triple !

I said, "Disciple, being a teacher is not the kind of greedy for money—

Fugui said: Five times!!

I said: Deal!!

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