Lei Baofei left with a black face. The food did not move, and the wine was all spilled. Before leaving, he strongly advised him to be more steadfast. An Chengjie was a little confused and didn't understand why he just introduced the new dishes and talked about the future development plan of the restaurant. Why did the other party leave.
The shopkeeper seemed to be frightened by the sudden departure of the distinguished guest. He probed the probe outside the door and asked, "My boss, those dishes in the kitchen... do they still need to be done?"
"No need!" interrupted the shopkeeper a little annoyed, he frowned and glanced at the various ingredients on the table, depressed and confused. Lei Baofei's attitude today is really weird. The sentence he said before he left was also nonsense. Are the ancients so moody
I was hesitating to catch up with Lei Baofei and talk to Lei Baofei. I saw Xiaoer ran in panic with a familiar little bamboo basket, and said anxiously, "The owner is not good, the South Street is also open. The restaurant where the owner sells hot pot, the price is half lower than our price, and it also announced the recipe and production method! This, this is the hot pot base they opened today."
When he heard this, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly grabbed the small second-hand bamboo basket, opened it and looked at the contents, and quickly took out the letter and scanned it again. Gradually, his fingers holding the letter paper hardened, and his brain seemed to be beaten with a hammer. Not knowing what he was thinking, he instinctively asked, "Where is that store? What is it called? Who opened it?"
"In the middle of South Street, it's called Kawagoe. I haven't heard of who the boss is. The people in charge there are very face-to-face and don't know the origin." The shop Xiaoer said everything he had inquired. Seeing An Chengjie was also out of ideas. It seemed that I became more and more flustered, "Owner, what should we do now?" The restaurant is about to open, but the signature dishes are first used by others. How can this be good
Kawagoe, crossing... An Chengjie shook his hands, almost unable to hold the small basket in his hand, and his heart sank. There was a kind of excitement that he might encounter a fellow villager, and another kind of panic that his advantage as a traversing person would be taken away. Hot pot, Kawagoe... Is the name a coincidence or is it a suggestion from the other party
Ye Zhizhou took Yan Mingyong back to the town government office, preparing to hot pot for his lover at home. While waiting for Changshun Changfu to process the ingredients, he pushed Yan Mingyong into the small hall next to the dining room and stuffed him with a book, "Mingyong, wait, I'll call my brother. He is at home today. It just happened to let him have a taste." He was brainwashed by the way.
The smile on Yan Mingyong's face faded, and his eyes sank, "Do you like your brother very much?"
Seeing that the bear child was about to fall ill again, Ye Zhizhou rolled his eyes helplessly, bent over and kissed him on his face, and touched his hair, "Be obedient, after eating, I will show you something you haven't played before. Now let's watch. Book."
Yan Mingyong's dark eyes were slightly bright, but he did not show his excitement, and said with a stern face, "Take you one time, go."
He squeezed his lover's serious face amusedly, then turned and left after another kiss. My lover has become a little kid, and slowly develops something... It’s great!
As soon as the ingredients were prepared, Ye Zhizhou returned with An Chengsheng. Yan Mingyong put down his book and moved his wheelchair to the dining room outside. Ignoring An Chengsheng who stopped abruptly, he stretched out his hand towards Ye Zhizhou, "Happy, my chest hurts."
Ye Zhizhou was really fooled, and hurriedly walked over to stroke his chest, and asked anxiously, "What about the pill? Didn't you say that you have a chest pain and take one." His lover's body is too weak in this life, and the pills given by the system are all quick-acting pills. He didn't dare to feed the medicine directly, so he diluted the pills that nourished the body and mixed them with cakes to make small pills. When he was uncomfortable, he would take one.
"In De'an's hand, I forgot to bring it over." Yan Mingyong enjoyed his care very much, relying on De'an's absence to open his eyes to talk nonsense. After speaking, he glanced at An Chengsheng and hooked his lips. "Just a little bit. It’s just a little uncomfortable, it’s okay, let’s eat first, don’t let the big brother wait for a long time."
An Chengsheng was clenched by his provocative eyes, and heard that he followed his younger brother to call his eldest brother. His heart was really sour and sour, but he still remembered the identity of the other party and was afraid of what he was holding. , After a lot of psychological development, he bowed his hand and greeted him reluctantly, "I didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince was also there. The little disciple has a temperament, which makes you bother."
Yan Mingyong smiled back, and he didn't see the madness when we met last time. He was extravagant and tolerant, "Happy, you have a good brother."
An Chengsheng also laughed, not smiling, "His Royal Highness's many elder brothers are also very good."
There was a crackling, and there seemed to be an invisible spark between the two.
Seeing them like this, Ye Zhizhou still can’t tell that Yan Mingyong’s physical discomfort just now was all pretends. He rolled his eyes and withdrew his hand, took the lead to go to the table and fished for chopsticks to scald the meat, "You guys talk slowly, I’m very hungry. I won't accompany you anymore."
Seeing that he was angry, the two fighting with their eyes hurriedly withdrew their gazes and calmed down their emotions. Yan Mingyong quickly occupied the position beside Ye Zhizhou and pulled his sleeves, "How to eat this?"
Ye Zhizhou squinted at him and sneered. Now that he knew he was pretending to be obedient, why did he pretend to be sick just now
An Chengsheng took a step slower and could only sit opposite to his brother, picked up his chopsticks, and began to coax his brother tactfully, "This food looks interesting, and Le Er always finds something new and interesting, not bad."
"It's not bad." Ye Zhizhou didn't eat this flattery. Yan Mingyong's hand on his sleeve was pulled off and touched the temperature. Seeing that it was not too cold, he stuffed his chopsticks into his hand, got up and picked up the vegetable pot, and said coldly. "I stumbled upon a collection of ancient poems that I wanted to give to my eldest brother, but now it seems unnecessary."
Poems? Or Guben? An Chengsheng, who loves poems and becomes obsessed with poems, caught the point in an instant, put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "Le'er, I just made a mistake for my brother. Please lend the book of poems to my brother for a look."
You know you are going to be hooked. With a big laugh in his heart, he got up and walked to the cloth bag he was carrying with him, took out the previously copied version of "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and "Selected Songs", and stuffed them into An Chengsheng's arms. "The ancient book is too old to be read. I copied a copy. You can take it and read it."
An Chengsheng held the collection of poems in his hands as if he had won the most precious treasure.
Seeing this, Yan Mingyong silently put down his chopsticks and watched Ye Zhizhou not speaking.
Ye Zhizhou knew he was about to fall ill again when he saw him, so he hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and put them back in his hand, and said perfunctorily, "It's just a collection of poems, you want me to copy it for you, or you want other gifts." In short, I will give you what you want. Eat fast. If your health is not good, you should eat well."
"Give me what I want?" Yan Mingyong took the chopsticks and confirmed seriously.
Ye Zhizhou, who was following the system prompt, nodded indiscriminately, and helped him get food from the clear soup pot. Yan Mingyong took another serious look at him, lowered his head to eat the vegetables, his free hand sneaked around and grabbed a corner of Ye Zhizhou's clothes, and smiled. The only thing he wanted was this one.
The system prompt keeps popping up, Ye Zhizhou is eating hot pot, his heart is beautiful! An Chengsheng’s feelings for An Chengjie are more like a kind of Mifensi’s crazy pursuit and obsession with idols. Now An Chengjie has nothing to show his “talent” in front of An Chengsheng, as their emotional assistance exists. Cheng Le has also become himself, and these two people want to happen again, it's difficult!
[An Sung Sung's chance of falling in love with the protagonist has dropped to 50%, please keep the host's efforts. ]
After the hot pot, An Chengsheng's collection of poems was also over. Ye Zhizhou turned off the light screen with satisfaction, and took out a box of poker from the space, grinning at the exquisite Yan Mingyong and the gentle and handsome An Chengsheng, "Fan. After eating, let's fight the landlord!" From today on, as long as An Chengjie has done something with the male protagonist, he will do it first, so that the other party can't take advantage of it!
In the middle of the night, Yan Mingyong woke up in Ye Zhizhou's arms, looked at him for a long time and then got up, took out a ecstasy bead from the bedside, crushed it under his nose and shook it, confirming that he was completely asleep. Stepping out of the bed, he pulled a string beside the bed. After a while, Dean opened the door gently and walked in, silently standing in front of the bed.
"Has anyone caught it?"
De'an stepped forward and quickly helped him tie his hair and dress, and replied in a low voice, "I've caught it, it's all locked in a dark prison."
Yan Mingyong shook his hands that have been much stronger recently, curling his lips and showing a slightly sullen smile, "Very well, this palace is too dirty, it's time to clean it up." Then he turned his head and looked at the quilt rolled up and fell asleep. A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the red-fluttering Ye Zhizhou, "It's better to let Le'er live comfortably."
After An Chengjie died in the restaurant, he began to stay behind closed doors. The servants who served him saw that the young master of the Lei family had not come to him again, and the usual lavish rewards were gone, so they gradually neglected him, and no longer had the diligence before. . An Chengjie was very angry about this, but he was helpless.
In the past few days, he hid in the room and looked at the dish in the bamboo basket. He hesitated and hesitated. He listed all the possibilities, but he could not make up his mind to find the possible fellow. Now he has gradually adapted to ancient life, and has a general plan for his future life. The sudden appearance of the other party made him feel painful and disgusted, and instinctively resisted.
Xiao Si Dazhu saw that he was not in his mind for these two days, and thought he was in a bad mood because of business troubles, so he suggested, "Three days later, there is a literary meeting held by Yingtian Academy at the foot of the Yuansi Mountain in the city. Why not go? Wander around and relax? I heard that this literary will even go to the Confucian scholars in the dynasty. With the literary talent of the young master, you will surely get the eyes of the Confucian scholars!"
When is the Confucian scholar? An Chengjie's heart moved a little, and his upset mind was a little calm. That's right, it's useless to guess around the door like this. Since making money doesn't work, how about making fame? Thinking about the popularity of various poetry clubs and essays before, thinking about the contempt and disdain of the people in the town government's mansion and Lei Baofei's sleeves leaving, a surge of pride suddenly rose in his heart. What about the concubine, he will definitely live better than those concubines in the end! It doesn't matter if Lei Baofei is not the backer, just relying on the advanced knowledge in his mind, those nobles will line up to beg him to let him rely on!
His expression gradually became firm, and his eyes gradually deepened as he placed his gaze on the small bamboo basket on the table.
This Kawagoe restaurant had better be a coincidence. If it weren't for... a lucky traveler like yourself, there is only one in this world.