The twenty-seventh charter bite gold is coming

Chopping a big fan-like hand, holding down Han Yue's head, and facing an incense burner representing heaven and earth, he was stunned. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The incense curls, drifting in the sky, like a lazy white cloud on the horizon, sometimes the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, sometimes unpredictable. Under the smoke of incense, two young men who have not yet reached the crown worship to heaven and earth, one on the left has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and one on the right is delicate.

Sworn! Landing as brothers, why bother with flesh and blood? If this happened to a romantic literati, how poetic and wonderful it would be!

But if it falls on the gangsters and the rough billets, then it will be ......

"Fuck you, uncle! I've never heard of forcing people to be prostitutes, I've never heard of forcing people to worship, the old man surnamed Cheng, do you want to fucking shame......"

Han Yue scolded and struggled hard, but the fan on his head was full of strength, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless.

Not only that, but just as he was scolding, Pu Fan's big hand pressed it again, and with a pop, Han Yue knocked again.

Ears and ears behind you

"Ahaha, your baby is really a man, kowtowing so neatly, the old man is very happy. Chu Mowuer is also very good, kowtowing very hard, and his head is swollen! ”

"Dad, I was beaten by you at home before!"

"Don't talk nonsense, wait for this situation, it's clear that it's like a friend ......at first sight," an old rascal pointed to the deer as a horse, ignoring the grievances of the two teenagers, Pu Fan let go of his big hand, looked up to the sky and laughed and went out.

"The old man will go to the village first, and the two of you will have a chat, so as not to be unfamiliar with each other after the worship, and make people laugh about it! Also, remember to stew the chicken used for worship, and wait for the old man to come back and eat it. I have long heard Second Brother Qin boast that Hanjiazhuang has a secret recipe for cooking. Anyway, you kid doesn't know how to respect the elders, and the old man has to mention the hospitality himself, if you weren't happy today, you would have smoked the melon seeds early......"

This thing is really not a good bird, just forced people to worship their son, and immediately did not treat themselves as outsiders, and there is no lower limit to doing things.

Han Yue looked up blankly, feeling like crying without tears, his eyes fluttered, looking at the smoke-filled incense burner in front of him!

Next to the incense burner, a rooster who had just been beheaded was wide-eyed, with an expression of Uncle Chicken, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be mocking......

……

"Bear with me, my dad is ......" Cheng Chumo's deep voice sounded, and his tone was filled with frustration.

Han Yue turned his gaze to him blankly, his pupils were still out of focus, pretending to be a convict to meet an old hooligan and being beaten by others, making him almost suspect that he was in a dream.

"Did we kowtow just now?"

"Hmm!" Cheng Chumo was a little embarrassed: "My father's hand is too strong, he can't do it if he doesn't knock it......"

"Is this a sworn prayer?"

"It should be counted!" Cheng Chu hesitated for a long time, and said with a smile: "It's a little hasty!" ”

"We don't know each other very well, and this is too child's play."

"And what else do you want? Not recognized? Cheng Chu glanced at him silently: "If you really dare to do this, my father will probably talk to you with an axe." ”

"How can he be like this, and he is still unreasonable!"

"My dad was never reasonable......"

……

Well, this is a hooligan, or a hooligan who uses force and force.

Han Yue has the heart to be a mighty and unyielding man, and he is worried that he will be beaten up by Cheng Lao's annoyance, he is the general of the demon king of the mixed world, and he has a fist the size of a casserole. He is a gangster who has traveled through the Tang Dynasty, and only has a body that does not pass through the wind.

After comparing the situation of the enemy and me, he gritted his teeth and was ruthless for a long time, but in the end he was helpless and depressed.

Cheng Chumo looked quietly on the side, and saw that his face was sometimes hideous, sometimes frustrated, and kindly persuaded: "Brother, don't be busy with it first." I think the best thing you should do right now is to stew this chicken quickly. ”

"What if Lao Tzu doesn't stew?"

"My dad was never reasonable!"

it!

There's no way, just be good. After all, it is a brother who kowtowed and bowed to his son, and this reminder is still kind.

……

Stewed chicken is simple, hot water scalds the chicken feathers and pulls it out, and then disembowels the dead chicken uncle, and then picks out the internal organs and washes them at will, and finally throws them into the pot with a plop, which is considered to be stewed.

"I said brother, you just stew chicken like this?" Cheng Chumo watched from the sidelines, and when he saw Han Yue acting so casually, he couldn't help but ask.

"If you don't stew like this, what else can you do?"

"Just pluck and wash it, it's so simple?"

"It's not a Manchu and Han full seat, where do you come from so much? It's delicious......" Han Yue rolled his eyes, picked up a seasoning bag from the pot, and threw it into the pot.

"Are you sure you're not fooling my dad?" Cheng Chumo looked suspicious, held back for a long time, and reminded again: "He is really not reasonable. ”

"Got it, there's a lot to talk about, or you can stew."

"Forget it, I don't want to be beaten." Cheng Chumo shook his hand again and again, retreated hurriedly, and his face changed a little.

Seeing that he reacted so violently, Han Yue was suddenly a little curious, how does this have to be violent domestic violence to make his own son afraid of his father like a tiger? Or rather, this kid is not Lao Cheng's biological ......

Pretending to be a gossipy, his eyes were blazing at the righteous brother who had just sworn out, and he couldn't help but smile, and asked meaningfully: "I said buddy, your father often beats you." ”

"Remove the frequent and replace it every day." Cheng Chumo was a little gloomy.

"So ruthless? Practicing boxing with his own son every day, how can he be a father like this. ”

Cheng Chu glanced at him silently, and suddenly became a little annoyed: "Speaking of which, you are to blame for this." In the past, my father didn't use his fists every day, but since the two of us met in Chang'an City, he changed his frequent to every day. ”

Han Yue was surprised and couldn't help but say, "Why is this?" I tried to scam you out of money, but I didn't succeed at all. With such a smart son, he should be praised, right? ”

Cheng Chumo cried with a sad face, and said angrily: "Don't say it." ”

Well, I'm sorry for you......

……

Cheng Yanjin walked around Tianjiazhuang for a full hour, and at the beginning of the sunset and the beginning of the month, Shi Shiran finally came back. The chicken in the cauldron has been stewed for so long, it has long been deboned and cooked, and a pot of chicken soup is as white as milk, exuding a rich aroma.

"Yes, the meat is rotten and the soup is thick." Lao Cheng lifted the lid of the pot, twitched his nose slightly, and nodded with satisfaction: "With this skill, even if you become a cook, at least you won't starve to death." ”

Is this a human talk? You're starving to death, your whole family is starving......

"What's the matter? Dislike the old man's ugly words, and feel unhappy? ”

"Don't dare!"

"The descendants of the Wang family are not beaten by you, why don't you dare?"

Hey, that's kind of interesting......