Putting the child's mother's problem aside for the time being, Pixiu felt that he had to solve the child's problem first.
The little brat dared to hit the teacher when he was studying, and then he was not allowed to hit the old man when he was old
What's more, this little brat's teacher is a negative textbook on father-son relationship, Nezha, Pixiu is even more uneasy, and he must strangle this sinful seedling in the cradle.
Holding a rolling pin, he wanted to know how to do it at home. Ren Jiao grabbed his future father-in-law with a stride, and said in a heavy tone, "No way! What should I do if I break the child?"
"Get out of the way! Don't think I don't know that you wipe your ass behind him every day. I tell you, if something bad happens to him one day, you just wait for me!"
Pixiu pushed Ren Jiao away and shouted at Pi Jubao who was running out, "Stop for me!"
The broom ran into the hall left and right to see that Wen Xi was not in sight. Su An raised his hand and pointed upstairs to inform Shaodong's house: "It's upstairs."
Pixiu came out with a rolling pin, only to hear the sound of the small broom rubbing upstairs. He stood under the stairs and calmed down for a while before rushing up. He thought that he couldn't go up now, and the two father and son really had to work hard.
At that time, it will be difficult for Wen Xi to be caught in the middle, and he cannot make it difficult for Wen Xi.
Pixiu thought that everything was for the family and everything was for the children, but he took a step back, but the further the sea was, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Back in the kitchen, he still had a black face like Mr. Bao.
Ren Jiao couldn't help but say, "If you really dislike this unfortunate child, just give it to me, I don't dislike it."
Pixiu's rolling pin was replaced by a kitchen knife.
Pixiu: "Do you try again?"
Ren Jiao immediately changed the subject: "I have seen all the smuggled pearls seized by the supervisory office. Except for some of them are mussel pearls, the rest are shark pearls. There is a gap between the number and the number of sharks produced each year. There is indeed a problem."
Pixiu glanced at him: "What? Want me to give you two days off? Let you find a place?"
"No, I'm not going to take care of this." Ren Jiao was still stubborn, "Didn't they have a new shark emperor? That's none of my business. I'm a nouveau riche in the aquatic business."
"I really don't care what you are doing here?" Pixiu looked at him: "I tell you, don't fight with those dragons if you have something to do. What's the fun of spitting everywhere."
Ren Jiao touched his nose: "Actually, spitting isn't the most important thing, it's mainly because the little white dragon saw me coming and said how there was a disfigured mermaid, and asked the little broom to hear it."
The disfigured Ren Jiao: "I told him not to care, anyway, I'm used to hearing this a lot, but that idiot dragon kept staring at me and wanted to take pictures. I didn't hold back, your son Just jumped up."
Pixiu's heart shuddered, and my son is quite kind.
Big ass, dare to fight with dragon, dare to walk a tightrope, is a lover, like me.
"This mud dragon is too much." Hou Er slammed the knife in his hand: "His grandmother's tail is amazing? It's amazing to have two hanging?"
Pi Xiu slapped the table: "This is all messed up, can you pay attention to quality! We are a civilized demonstration restaurant!"
He washed his hands with the knife, and said to Ren Jiao earnestly: "If you want to investigate this matter, you have to take it slow and don't be impulsive. Don't be kidnapped to go to the black workshop to work and shed tears, then I will have to find a new cook."
Ren Jiao:
Ren Jiao: "Am I a cook in your heart?"
Pixiu: "Speak well and be careful not to be misunderstood by others."
Especially don't be misunderstood by Wenxi.
Ren Jiao sighed: "I have smuggled aquatic products for you for so many years, and I can't even say a word of brother?"
"Didn't you want to call me Daddy? Why do you want to be a brother now?" Pixiu wondered.
Ren Jiao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, "I know, it's definitely only unannounced visits and never makes an explicit investigation. If necessary, let the monkey brothers help, and never show up in person."
Hearing the words, Hou Er waved his finger from his temple: "Guaranteed to complete the task."
Satisfied, Pixiu took off his apron and walked out: "I'm going out, you go and call that idiot Qiufu to cook vegetables, don't boil around that broken bird, pluck the hair if you don't obey, pluck a few and you will obey. already."
Boss Pi gave a simple and rude order, put on his short sleeves, carried two bottles of wine and a yellow electric donkey, and flicked his tail directly to the cemetery.
This time, he learned to be smart, and directly locked the car with the seat and the street lamp with a chain with a thick thumb.
See which other cubs can steal batteries.
He pushed open the door of Fengdu with the wine. Feng Dadi was answering the phone and made a mouth gesture to let the old man sit first.
Pi Xiu was not polite, and sat on the sofa and sent a message to Wen Xi, telling him to stare at Pi Jubao to do his homework, and he would come back to check at night.
"Why did you come here all of a sudden?" Feng Du hung up the phone and sniffed: "What a fragrant wine."
Pixiu put the wine bag in front of his desk: "It's for you." He glanced at Feng Du's phone, which kept popping up new news, and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What? Are you so busy lately?"
Feng Duyi smiled: "No way, it's almost half of July, the ghosts have to go home to see, there are too many things to arrange, and there are many people who want to stay in the world for a while, so the phone calls are endless. It's over."
Pixiu: "Are there enough people?"
"What? Old Ancestor Pi wants to help?" Feng Du took off the lid of the wine and took a sip in front of him, and couldn't help but sighed, "You can also bring this kind of good stuff, it looks like something has really happened to you. .”
Pi Xiu was rarely humble: "I just ask Emperor Fengdu to clarify some questions."
It has been rare for Feng Du to see a cow's nose surnamed Pi soften once in hundreds of years. Immediately, he felt comfortable and warmer than drinking Erguotou. He patted the table and said, "Just say this to you, my brother will help you."
Pixiu: "Check Wen Xi's past life."
"What kind of thing is this?" Feng Du thought of a piece of cake, and his keyboard fluttered, and he began to adjust the file for the surname Pi.
Waiting for the computer to load, Feng Du couldn't help joking: "Didn't you say that you will be single for life? Why are you worried now?"
"That's young and ignorant, and I don't know how good he is." Pi Xiu said lightly: "Wenxi's grandfather was a prime minister in the past. He embezzled food and money, and was sentenced to be executed by the emperor on the spot."
Feng Du: "Don't you need to know clearly? What else is there to check?"
"Could it break the bones of a person's body? It will seal the bones in a jar so that he will never be born again? How can there be so many twists and turns in a single knife?" Pi Xiu pinched the bridge of his nose. " There must be something else after that."
Feng Du was silent for a while: "Have you asked him?"
"I asked, he said he doesn't remember." Pixiu paused, "I really don't remember."
The computer beeped, and Feng Du glanced at it and turned the screen over to Pi Xiu: "It was indeed a slash, but he escaped and was caught by the Minister of War at that time, who counted the death of the border soldiers as his own. On the head, forget it... you can see the rest for yourself."
The office was quiet for a long time, and Feng Du pulled his tie and sighed: "I told you to take a look at it, don't be angry, okay? The temperature has jumped four degrees."
Pixiu didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the punishments described in words without blinking.
"There is a Taoist priest who said that a broken bone and a dipping altar can overwhelm his literary family forever. He is crooked but he is also crooked. I think..."
"boom-"
Pixiu still couldn't hold back and punched Feng Du's computer screen with a punch.
Feng Du: …
"I'm sorry, I'll give you a new one." Pi Xiu shook his hand and said coldly, "I still have a problem."
Feng Du looked at the screen with a hole: "4K curved surface with fish screen."
"Okay, I'll send it over later." Pixiu leaned against the table and lit a cigarette: "The first question is, how did he escape from the prison; second, you said that the fake Taoist was hitting right, I see that The good treasure in the jar is not something that ordinary mortals can find; thirdly, what happened to their family back then…”
Pixiu took a breath and said, "Forget it, people have been dead for so many years, and it's pointless to pursue what happened back then, so that he won't be sad if he knows about it."
"I can only know what's on the file. As for whether their family was wronged or something else, you have to go to Di Ting and ask." Feng Du patted his shoulder: "It was already before his death, he probably suffered at that time. Stimulus deliberately forgets what happened when he died, you don't have to ask more, treat him better in the future."
Pixiu snorted: "It's up to you to say it."
Feng Du raised his eyebrows: "You already know, why don't you leave?"
Pixiu: "If he committed such a thing, are his parents still punished in the underworld?"
"What are you doing?" Feng Du frowned.
Pixiu stood up: "The gate of hell opens in the middle of July, I'll help you guard the gate of hell, let him meet his parents and grandfather, and then return to dust and dust, and end the relationship between cause and effect, so that we can treat him well. by my side."
Feng Du thought about it and stretched out two fingers: "Three years in July and a half."
"Two years, or forget it." Pixiu said.
Feng Du immediately clapped the deal, and swore with Pixiu.
Pixiu made a phone call and waited for Dianyuping to deliver it, and then he said hello to Feng Du and went back.
But he was still angry on the way, he simply rode to the river, thinking about smoking a cigarette and going back, but the more he smoked, the more his anger rushed towards his head, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered up unconsciously.
Just as the first lightning lit up the sky, the phone in Pixiu's pocket rang.
Wen Xi opened the window and looked outside and asked, "Where have you been? Why haven't you come back?"
"I just went out to deliver something to Feng Du, what's wrong?" Pi Xiu held the phone and felt a little relieved when he heard the little thing's voice.
Wen Xi laughed on the phone: "I saw that it was going to rain outside, thinking that you didn't bring an umbrella, I asked if you would like me to send an umbrella."
"What umbrella are you sending me, I have a shed for my electric car." Pixiu laughed, and the irritability in his heart spit out along with the smoke in his mouth.
Wen Xi snorted: "What kind of rain shed, your yellow two-wheeled car can't compare to the carriage I used to go out, anyway, it has a covered window."
Pixiu was silent for a while, then cleared his throat: "It's alright, don't dislike it, I'll go learn to drive tomorrow, and buy a Maserati, one with a lid and a window, so you won't be embarrassed to go out in an electric car."
Before Wen Xi could say anything, Pixiu said goodbye and hung up, leaving him staring at Busy Yin's phone in a daze.
The small broom sat beside him with the homework, pointed to the blank and said, "No."
Wen Xi looked at the question, reached out and touched Pi Shao Di's hair, sighed and said, "Don't fight next time, your old dad was so mad at you that he offered to take a driver's license test."
The little broom was stunned for a moment, then asked tremblingly, "Then, what should I do then?"
"Remember to apologize to him later." Wen Xi said with a smile: "As for your mentally handicapped teacher, ask your father to talk to him directly."