Qianjintai Wu Xingtou found that the baby chef he had caught to pay off his debts had not only not improved his cooking skills in the past two days, but had regressed, which caused great dissatisfaction among the brothers, and they had already complained to him.

The dishes are either salty or light, or half-cooked, obvious negative slacking, which does not show that he loves him, but he is spoiled and coquettish!

We must not let it go.

Wu Xingtou talked to him alone and threatened that if he didn't work hard again, he would deduct his salary and drive him out of Qianjintai.

Since Zhao Bingyu settled in Qianjintai, he has been quite prosperous, and after paying off the thirty taels owed to the gambling house, Wu Xingtou took a lot of trouble to leave this master in the back kitchen of Qianjintai.

can gamble and get wages, this place is really good for His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince who has just entered the capital, if Wu Xingtou used to threaten him with the words of expulsion, it is still useful, but now it is not good.

The loser claimed that he was sick.

Wu Xing looked up and down, left and right, energetic, ruddy, handsome and chic, and couldn't feel anything wrong with him.

"Jia Ming, you have something wrong with your brain," Wu Xingtou said politely.

Strange to say, he only recently learned that this lost boy was originally called this name, and he used to be called the lost boy before, and he never asked about the name of the man. Or did he ask others to stop calling him by his nickname in the past two days, and he had to be called Jia Ming.

Zhao Bingyu was cooking the guys' lunch, as soon as Wu Xingtou said this, he was distracted again, and in the face of Wu Xingtou's surprised gaze and his mouth that wanted to stop Zhao Bingyu widely, he directly dug up a large spoonful of sugar and threw it into the pot to stir.

After being stunned, Wu Xingtou silently closed his mouth and left, he decided to ask a doctor to come and give this person a closer look at his brain.

After sending Jin Jiaojiao that night, Zhao Bingyu felt that he was sick, no, he should have been doomed to be sick from the moment he walked into that dim alley that night.

He is not lightly ill.

Otherwise, how could he feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, heavy breathing, and rapid heartbeat when he thought of Jin Jiaojiao?

I think about it when I'm eating, I think about it when I'm in a daze, I think about it especially before I go to bed, and I still think about her in my head even when I look at others. The more he stopped himself from thinking about her, the tighter his mind became, like smoking a poppy, crazy and addicted.

Thinking about her slender and soft waist, thinking about her unruly side face when she succeeds in her treacherous scheme, thinking about her stubborn temper when she is drunk and crying, and thinking about her curly eyelashes when she shows her innocent eyes and coquettishness, as well as her red lips, it looks soft and sweet......

That's right, a pure heart goes to the fire, a pure heart goes to the fire.

Zhao Bingyu shoveled a few times the yellowed and dried green cabbage leaves in the pot, how could he have that kind of evil thought, but he still couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his neck was just the right length, the black corset just left a large section of his delicate neck outside, and with his swallowing action, his bare Adam's apple bone in the air slid up and down, sexy and seductive, leading to reverie.

His chest was filled with a feeling of fineness and density that he had never felt before, and he thought he was well-read, but he could not find a suitable word to describe this feeling, like tens of thousands of soft feathers fluttering across his heart, longing but unable to grasp it, resonating with the warm heartbeat, so that he could not calm down for a long time.

It didn't feel bad, but it definitely wasn't good, otherwise he wouldn't have said he was sick.

Zhao Bingyu couldn't stand the stuffiness of the kitchen and the heat all over his body. He threw down the spoon and ran into the courtyard, picked up a basin of cold well water and poured it on his face, the well water slid down his smooth jawline to his cold white neck, and finally rolled onto his collar to be sucked out.

Zhao Bingyu felt that the temperature had been lowered a little, from the inside out.

When the young man from Qianjintai came in through the back door, he saw Zhao Bingyu sitting alone by the well and in a daze. The front of his clothes was wet, and his pale and long eyelashes were covered with drops of sparkling water. The handsome appearance of asceticism, the young man was directly stunned.

It's no wonder that his sister-in-law has been obsessed with it since they last met, and they are clamoring to ask him if he is marrying a wife. If this Jia Ming can quit the bad habit of gambling, he is willing to let his sister marry him, but this is probably more difficult than ascending to the sky.

What's more, this person has been working in Qianjintai for so long, and the purse deposit is still zero, so wouldn't the girl have to post it upside down when she marries.

The young man shook his head helplessly, and stuffed the confetti in his hand to Zhao Bingyu and asked him to keep it as a fire guide when he lit the fire. He tore it from the wall at the doorway, and I don't know who was so hateful, sticking this kind of thing everywhere, it was simply a hindrance to the beauty of the street!

The young man had never read or read, so he naturally didn't know that this was a notice posted by Jin Wen to recruit relatives.

Zhao Bingyu was still in the fugue, he thought sadly, not only did he have a heart disease, then Wu Xingtou was right, he should also have a brain disease, otherwise why would he return the gambling house that night to Jin Jiaojiao?

A whole gambling house, although it is not as large as Qianjintai, it is always possible to make money every day! was ruthlessly buried by his brain, and now it's too late to regret it.

Zhao Bingyu picked up the things that the guy stuffed for himself, glanced at them casually, and his brain immediately detected the key words on it: Jin Mansion, recruit relatives!

"......" his eyes were fixed on the words paper,

The first reaction was that Jin Wen wanted to recruit a son-in-law, Jin Wen had a daughter, wasn't his son-in-law Jin Jiaojiao's husband, and Jin Jiaojiao was going to marry someone else?

No! Absolutely not!

Why?

Jin Jiaojiao is married to someone else, what should he do?

Zhao Bingyu was stunned, as if it was none of his business.

That won't work either!

……

Zhao Bingyu felt that his pattern was too strict, so his second reaction was that if he became Jin Wen's son-in-law, Jin Jiaojiao would not be able to marry someone else, not to mention that the notice made it clear that the son-in-law could inherit all the property of the Jin family in the future.

All property, all the property of the richest man!

Inheriting all the property of the richest man, he will be the new richest man in the future, with a noble status and a mountain of gold, silver and jewelry.

He is one of the happiest men in the Great Rite Dynasty......

But Jin Jiaojiao only likes to be an official, not the royal family, and everyone is unhappy when they are barely together.

Then hide his identity, in short, he wants to become the man who inherits the richest man's property.

Thinking of this, Zhao Bingyu suddenly brightened up, and all his heart and neuropathy were cured.

He carefully looked at the content of the notice, which stated that the son-in-law selection would directly win the first place in the form of an open competition assessment, and also indicated the time and place of registration.

Zhao Bingyu smiled knowingly, as if he already had a winning ticket in his hand, he could be literate and martial, what was he afraid of.

At this time, his emperor's father and concubine's mother in the palace were completely unaware that their son who was concerned about him had already made an assertion for life.

There is still one day left before the end of registration, and time is pressing, although Zhao Bingyu said that he made up a fake name for himself to fool people, but he did not have Jia Ming's household registration identity information, so he had to quickly find a way to get one.

That night, he took An An to the Bianjing Black Market, money can make ghosts grind, and An An once again paid for the absurd decision of His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince.

After taking Jia Ming's forged identity information, An An asked the doubts in his heart: "Why did Your Highness create a fake identity for yourself?" ”

"Naturally, it's for the sake of marriage."

"Marriage!" An An was taken aback, "Who is Your Highness going to marry?" ”

"The richest woman." Zhao Bingyu took it for granted.

An An hurriedly said: "Your Royal Highness can't, it's already a sin for Your Highness to return to Beijing without an edict, how can you decide the marriage matter alone behind Your Majesty's back and Niangniang, if Your Majesty Niangniang knows that Your Highness is so nonsense, you have to cut An An." ”

Zhao Bingyu was a little annoyed, and said indifferently: "They left me outside anyway, who knows if they remember my son." I want to make my own decisions today, and I don't mess around, I have thought through this matter, and I have made up my mind, so there is no need to persuade me. ”

"Your Highness......"

"An An, why don't you understand, even if they think of me in the future, they will just give me the title of an idle prince, just rely on that little family background, sooner or later I will be defeated, and then you will have to follow me to drink the northwest wind."

An An didn't expect Zhao Bingyu to think so far and be so self-aware.

Zhao Bingyu put his arm around An An's shoulders and began to draw cakes, "But do you think, if you marry the daughter of the richest man, will you be able to eat and drink spicy food in the future?" What's more, don't you like the girl named Xi'er in the Jin family, if this thing is done, then don't you and Xi'er have more opportunities? ”

As soon as An An heard Xi'er, her heart began to waver, and she gradually fell into Zhao Bingyu's persuasion.

"But Your Highness, what should Miss Jin do if she knows your identity in the future? What's more, it is impossible for Niangniang to accept a woman from a businessman like Miss Jin as her daughter-in-law."

Zhao Bingyu patted his chest: "In the future, when the raw rice is cooked and matured, I can't help them." ”

An An was still uneasy, "Your Highness, you are cheating on marriage, do you really like Miss Jin, or is it just for money?" ”

Zhao Bingyu was asked, he subconsciously thought that he was in it for money, and he was unwilling to admit the throbbing these days. Therefore, prevaricating An An said: "She is the daughter of the richest man, I naturally like it, if the daughter of the richest man is not surnamed Jin, I will also like it, is there any conflict?" ”

There is no conflict, An An scolded in his heart, His Royal Highness is really bad, if His Royal Highness's master Chisong Zhenren knows, it will inevitably be another beating.

On the second day, the energetic Young Master Zhao made himself clean from top to bottom, and took his little follower An An to go straight to the Jin Mansion.

When they arrived at the Golden Mansion, they found that there were so many people who had signed up, and some of them even came in a hurry from other counties.

The scene is spectacular and magnificent, this is the power of the richest man.

Zhao Bingyu glanced at the team, then looked up at the sun, waiting in line like this, he had to be scorched and sunburned.

Just as he was thinking about what other way he could speed up the progress, the housekeeper of the King of the Golden Mansion walked up to him and asked to borrow a step to speak, Zhao Bingyu looked at the team that was not easy to move more than ten steps, wouldn't he have to queue up again after a while?

After Duan Ran refused, Steward Wang smiled at him with a look of hidden meaning.