Regarding matters between men, since Feng Ting and Wen Qiuxing got married, the two of them have been straightforward and have never shied away from it.
"En." Feng Ting responded.
Still dignified and dignified, he kneaded the dough with an obvious tent on his head.
From Wen Qiuxing's point of view, the arc there was exaggerated, making him jump around wildly.
Not to mention, their things look good, clean and delicious.
Under Wen Qiuxing's command, Feng Ting kneaded a lump of dough.
With the attitude of getting his hands dirty, the man stopped Wen Qiuxing from rolling up his sleeves and said, "Say it."
Wen Qiu understood what Feng Ting meant, rolled up his sleeves and said, "You rest, let me do it."
Since I said that I want to make something for others to eat by myself, if I don't do it, I'm playing hooligans.
"I'm with you." Feng Ting said with warm eyes.
"You don't need to solve it?" Wen Qiuxing glanced at the other party's unspeakable place: "Isn't it uncomfortable to stand up like this?"
The man being looked at followed the young man's eyes and lowered his head, Jun blushed slightly shaking his head: "It's okay."
"Yeah." Since someone said that, Wen Qiuxing couldn't push him away: "Then just watch what I do."
that's all.
The earth youths purely make white steamed buns together with a handsome alien guy with a straight face.
You read that right, it’s just a piece of white steamed bun with no technical content at all!
However, Mr. Alien stared at the young man on earth who was doing the knife with the eyes of "Ni Hao Hui", unable to recover for a long time.
Until I was slapped by the youth of the earth: "Let you look at the steamed buns, what do you want me to do?"
Feng Ting thought, of course it's because you look better than Bai Mantou.
Half an hour later, Wen Qiuxing steamed the finished white steamed buns in an unprofessional pot.
It seems that if you want to eat authentic white steamed buns, you have to buy professional kitchen utensils.
"Have you ever eaten this kind of thing?" Wen Qiuxing chatted with Feng Ting as he was idle and bored.
"No." Feng Ting said, neither had eaten nor seen.
"Yeah." Wen Qiuxing wanted to say, this food is delicious, but he didn't know what to do, if the finished product he made was different from the one made by his milk, wouldn't it be embarrassing.
Fortunately, after steaming for the scheduled time, Wen Qiuxing opened the lid, and a scent of steamed buns came over his face, which seemed to be the same as what he remembered.
Wen Qiuxing immediately picked up one at the risk of burning his fingers: "Hiss..." But it was still burned, and quickly took turns with both hands: "Oh, it's so hot."
Feng Ting hurriedly took it, holding it with one hand without feeling, while pinching Wen Qiuxing's fingers with the other hand, and put it to his mouth, whistling.
The old man in Inner Mongolia was stunned for a moment, then grabbed a piece of white steamed bun with his hands and put it into his mouth, smashed it, chewed it a few times, and felt that the taste was good, so he grabbed another piece, stuffed it in and gave him a finger Shuaibi mouth.
Mr. Alien, who had never eaten steamed buns in his life, ate the food in his mouth with great care, and uttered a word: "Sweet."
The steamed buns were originally slightly sweet, Wen Qiuxing nodded, didn't he feel very hungry at noon, he finally tasted the long-lost taste, so he took Feng Ting's hand and took one bite after another.
But steamed buns are dry food after all, and it tastes very choking.
Seeing this, Feng Ting immediately made a glass of milk for Wen Qiuxing, followed his back, and at the same time was a little puzzled, how could the little friend like the ordinary steamed buns so much
That is, he didn't know there was a word called nostalgia.
The two handsome men sat and ate a meal of steamed buns, and the young man on earth remembered his plan when he first traveled through time—selling Mala Tang.
If it was just to maintain life at that time, then now it is purely to promote the special snacks of the motherland and enrich the menu of the interstellar people by the way.
Besides, there are unpredictable things, if one day he leaves the royal family and becomes a single father with a family... Of course, the possibility of this is very small.
But what if
Plan ahead, isn't it? Anyway, there are advantages and disadvantages to owning an industry.
Even if his son cannot inherit the royal family in the future, he still has a family business to inherit.
During the whole noon nap time, Wen Qiuxing was thinking about buying a house.
When he woke up in the afternoon, he summed up this matter with Feng Ting.
"Business?" Feng Ting said: "I don't have experience in this field, but if you want to do it..." He glanced at the child's swollen belly with a serious expression: "It may not be suitable now."
Wen Qiuxing: "I knew you would say that."
But to be honest, apart from the occasional hypoglycemia when he got up in the morning, he didn't feel anything else when he was pregnant.
Besides, he crossed his arms: "I can't do it, don't I still have you?"
This feeling of being trusted is really good, Feng Ting was happy in his heart, but he still didn't let go, shaking his head and said: "From now on, I will concentrate on taking care of you in the next few months."
"What's the point?" Wen Qiuxing said, "It's time to close the door and concentrate on having a baby."
It doesn't really matter.
"Qiuqiu is obedient." Feng Ting sighed: "You are not suitable for doing anything now."
"So you look down on people, don't you?" Wen Qiuxing pushed him: "And you can invite people, right?"
"..." Feng Ting pursed his lips.
"You're so fucking annoying." Wen Qiuxing was full of impatience.
The atmosphere was stalemate for about two minutes.
Just when Feng Ting couldn't insist on disarming and surrendering, the elder brother Inner Mongolia suddenly slid down from the sofa, and his hands reached the chest of the man who disagreed with him.
Feng Ting didn't have time to stop him, but he was succeeded by the other party, and immediately said in a panic: "Stop."
But he heard his own voice hoarse and sexy, with an undisguised desire to refuse.
"Are you so reserved?" Wen Qiuxing caught him a bit, and said with a sneer, "Those who don't know think you're a little virgin."
God knows how many times they rolled the sheets.
We couldn't be more familiar with each other's bodies.
"You treat him like this too?" Feng Tingjun's face was flushed, but his eyes were uncomfortable. Deep down in his heart, he still couldn't accept that the little friend regarded him as the same person as that tyrant and was intimate with him.
"You obviously don't want to hear it, why do you want to make yourself suffer?" Wen Qiuxing glanced at Feng Ting, lowered his head and continued to work, and had no time to beep with the other party.
In his opinion, men should not care about these.
But damn it, no matter how he performs next, the guy he serves is like a deflated ball, not giving him face at all.
Wen Qiuxing was speechless in his heart. For the millionth time, he complained about the alien he met, how he was born with a girlish heart that cannot be stained, and even such a trivial matter has to be taken care of.
"Tsk." Wen Qiuxing held back his temper, raised his head and glared at Feng Ting: "I never did this to him."
Feng Ting opened his mouth slightly.
"Really!" Wen Qiuxing said impatiently.
The person who seemed to be about to die relaxed his unknowingly tense body: "Well..." leaned back on the sofa as if he had survived a catastrophe.
Seeing those blue eyes come back to life, the earthlings continued to work.
How should I put it, the old man from Inner Mongolia didn't think it was a shame at all, but he felt that a tall and strong man was controlled by him, which was very exciting.
"Qiuqiu." The voice escaped from Feng Ting's lips.
At this time, Wen Qiuxing really regretted that he was not a voice controler, otherwise he would be a hundred times more excited than now, after all, this man's voice is really attractive.
"En." Wen Qiuxing snorted, this syllable was the clearest syllable he could utter so far.
At this time, Feng Ting's blue eyes were covered with a layer of mysterious mist, which appeared to be steamy and full of passion; under his own torment, his light-colored thin lips were shiny and charming in color.
Wen Qiuxing felt his scalp tingle at a glance, and increased the font size on his Yangou label.
This is a man as beautiful as a sea monster!
The old man in Inner Mongolia thought to himself, I am willing to have children for him. Isn't it just because of this face.
Thinking about this, get more positive.
Feng Ting: "..."
For a few seconds he was completely unconscious, as if in another dimension.
After he came back to his senses, he called that place heaven in his heart.
Wen Qiuxing saw this absent-minded look, and sneered, "You're beautiful." Then he stood up on the sofa, wiped the corners of his mouth and went to the bathroom.
Feng Ting, who was left in place, raised his hand to stroke his hair, and found that there was a little thin sweat on his forehead, and his whole body was lazy, and his heart was beating like thunder.
"Hello." Five minutes later, Wen Qiu woke up and sat down beside Feng Ting.
"Huh?" Feng Ting's eyes narrowed into happy arcs.
"Beautiful?" Wen Qiuxing felt that his throat and eyes were dry and he took a sip of water.
Depend on…
But I found that my throat still had that unspeakable taste.
"Do you want me to help you?" Feng Ting nodded first, then approached the kid who was drinking water, his eyes full of affection.
"Ah?" Wen Qiuxing blinked and almost choked on the water: "That's not necessary, just promise to help me start a small business."
Feng Ting paused before asking, "What kind of small business do you want to do?"
"Selling Mala Tang." Wen Qiuxing said, "There are also hot pots and so on." He wants to do anything that doesn't require technical skills.
Mr. Alien is naturally confused, but it doesn't matter, he just needs to follow the command and act.
The siren man who had a meal of meat in the evening put down his grievances and drove half the night with his little friend.
After being fully nourished, Feng Ting, who returned after four months, was in a calm mood, his eyes were shining brightly, always giving people on earth the illusion that he had a luminous pearl.
It's a pity to follow him to open a Mala Tang shop with such gorgeous and eye-catching jewels.
Community life forum.
As a mature life forum, the above sections have a clear division of labor and have everything that one expects to find.
And the ID real-name system, a citizen ID number, can only register one account.
The original owner of Wen Qiuxing's body was originally a person living in this area, so he could directly log in to the other party's account to contact the landlord who rented out the shop.
However, Wen Qiuxing logged in and saw several unread messages.
Adhering to the attitude of not looking at nothing and not looking at it, the earthlings clicked to take a look, and if there was something important, they could still be on guard.
The first message is from a list friend whose ID is Marcy: Wen, because you blocked our contact information, I can only say sorry to you here, what happened that night was really not intentional, and Miller also admitted his mistake, he hopes to apologize to you in person, can you give him this chance
Wen Qiuxing glanced at the time when the news was sent, it was already in September last year, that is, the time before and after the death of the original owner.
The second is still this Marcie message: Wen, Miller really likes you, it will do you no harm if you promise to marry him, and you have slept...
Fuck
Seeing this, the earthlings suddenly felt like they ate flies and went to bed
He who told Feng Ting before not to care about such trivial matters, suddenly felt that everything on his body was dirty.
Anyway, I feel uncomfortable all over!
Well, that guy named Miller looks like a man at first glance.
Although Wen Qiuxing knew that he shouldn't mind what happened to this body before, but as long as he thought of this body being abused by other men, he couldn't accept it!
No, wait.
Wen Qiuxing was full of question marks, if there is such a thing, why is it not in the memory he inherited
Trying to recall, at most, I just feel that the names of Marcie and Miller are very familiar... But this is also very strange, why is this memory of the original owner mosaic
Isn't this a blatant reminder that something is really going on inside
Wen Qiuxing endured the disgusting feeling, went back to read the message of that Marcie, and at the end of reading it, she felt that Marcie was really a f*cking showman. She was clearly trying to persuade her to make peace, but she made people angry.
With a man's intuition, Wen Qiuxing was sure that this Marcie must like that damn Miller.
But these are things of the past.
Since the news of his marriage into the royal family was officially announced, everyone who should know has probably already known it.
Wen Qiuxing's temper came and went quickly, and he quickly put the matter behind him, and started looking for a suitable place in the rental sector.
In the first store, Wen Qiuxing didn't plan to rent a very wide one, as long as it can accommodate ten tables.
Although he firmly believes that no one can resist the charm of Mala Tang, he still has to be conservative.
Wen Qiuxing chose a shop of about 60 square meters among the many rental shops, and contacted the landlord: "Hello, I like your rental shop, are you free to see the house tomorrow?"
Landlord Wu Cheng: "The monthly shop rent is 30,000 credits."
Wen Qiuxing saw that his name was full of hometown style: "I can afford it."
The post said that if he couldn't afford the rent, he wouldn't have asked.
Wu Cheng: "What are you renting for?"
Wen Qiuxing: "Do catering."
Wu Cheng: "Do I really want to rent it for catering, because it's a bit dirty and will mess up my house."
Wen Qiuxing: "You rent this place for this price, who would rent your shop if you don't do catering?"
Wu Cheng: "Thirty-three thousand credit points, I will rent it to you if you want."
Wen Qiu woke up and looked at it, feeling angry in his heart, isn't this taking advantage of the fire to rob
Although he knew that the other party would kill him, the location of this shop is very good, there are several colleges and universities around, and the traffic of people beats other shops.
"Okay." Qian Duo's self-willed Inner Mongolian man replied to Wu Cheng: "If there is no problem after reading it, thirty-three thousand is thirty-three thousand."
Wu Cheng at the other end thought, where did this fat sheep come from, so easy to slaughter
So he quickly made an appointment with Sheep.
Early the next morning, the husband and wife who said they would do it got up early and went out to meet the landlord at the appointed place.
Wen Qiuxing got off the car and took a look. The location was perfect. Right now, you can still see young and energetic college students walking back and forth on the road in twos and threes.
Some of them are tall, wearing uniforms, and their temperament and posture are obviously slightly different from other students.
Feng Ting followed Wen Qiuxing's gaze, pursed his thin lips: "That's a police student."
"Oh." The youth on earth wearing sunglasses turned his eyes away from the boys in uniform.
To be honest, the appearance of those students in uniform is nothing compared to a finger of His Majesty.
But Wen Qiuxing won't beep, because the man waiting beside him doesn't recognize that he is His Majesty.
Wu Cheng arrived very early and saw two handsome young men getting off the suspension car, but he didn't think that this would be the person he was waiting for, so he just glanced lightly.
His eyes were even full of sourness.
The little boy scoffed in his heart and looked away.
As for him, his family has some connections, and he holds a few shopfronts in prime locations in his hands. These make him live a very good life in the civilian area, and he is the wealthiest group of people in the civilian area.
Like the shop behind him, no one can afford it. Wu Cheng would rather keep it empty than rent it to others.
"Landlord? Wu Cheng?" The young man who was slandered by Wu Cheng just now walked up to him: "Hi, I'm the one who came to see the house."
Wu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a dark face, "I'm sorry, the shop rent has increased now, if you want to rent it, it will cost 35,000."
Wen Qiuxing was also stunned, shit, thirty-five thousand
"Aren't you going to grab it?"
And why is this landlord so fat
He raised the price again and again, and he raised it so confidently!
"Do you rent it or not? If you don't rent it, you'll stop talking nonsense." Wu Cheng said, carefully looking at the clothes of the two people, and found that the texture was very good, although he couldn't recognize the brand.
"..." Wen Qiuxing was reluctant to part with this shop: "You open the door and let me have a look, if you are satisfied, I will rent it."
Wu Cheng's eyes were surprised, and when he learned that these two were not short of money, his heart was even more sour, and he turned and opened the door reluctantly: "Two bets pay three, one sign a year."
"Hmm..." Wen Qiuxing hummed softly from behind.
He went in and took off his sunglasses and looked around. He was very satisfied with the environment and layout.
It's these few landlords who are so good that it makes people itch.
It's not that Wen Qiuxing can't afford a mere 35,000 yuan, he just has no strength and wants to run away every minute.
Feng Ting could see the little friend's entanglement: "If you don't like it, let's watch it again."
Thirty-five thousand is a very high price, and Wu Cheng was afraid that the two fat sheep would run away, so he hurriedly said, "The price can be negotiated."
Wen Qiuxing: "Three thousand three thousand, you agree to sign the contract now."
Wu Cheng: "..."
Ten minutes later, they signed a lease contract for the unity of the empire.
The citizen ID card used for the contract, Wen Qiuxing used Will's false identity in a rogue manner.
Feng Ting has no objection to this, and more than anyone else, he hopes that Wen Qiuxing will not be harassed by the outside world.
At noon that day, Adjutant Morris, who was far away in the royal city, received a formulaic voice report from Captain Yi Yang: "Morris, Her Majesty the Queen rented a shop and is going to partner with friends in the catering business." After a pause: " Do you want to check the friends of Her Majesty the Queen?"
Morris wanted to say that it's no wonder that you can find out, but he changed his mind when he said something: "Go and find out."
Anyway the result is the same.
"Morris." Brother Bing with a paralyzed face hesitated for a moment, then said carefully, "I think Her Majesty the Queen is having an affair with his friend."
"Oh." Morris looks at the sky.jpg
"They live in the same room."
"..." Morris wasn't surprised at all.
After a while, Captain Yi Yang's confused voice came: "Can you do that kind of thing between friends?"
Morris said quietly, "Did you see them kissing?"
The paralyzed soldier hummed, but suddenly he didn't want to tell Morris about anything else.