MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’-v2 Chapter 2 番外二抠门儿包子客客记(2)

Bags are going to treat guests, this can scare the people of Jingyun Mountain Villa, whether it is the Yan Ruirui Ling Jinghan who came back from the next stage or went out for a walk with a small group. Ling Wang, or Ling Chenglong who wandered back from the ground, everyone could not help but slam the chin when they heard that the big buns had to be invited. Even if they were at home, they would be ruined. The first time, everyone can't help but wonder if it will be raining in the future.

On the other hand, the big buns, I don’t even know how much frightening I have brought to my family. I’ve personally painted the invitations. In the afternoon, I sent them to the old Prince’s House, Weiyuan Houfu and the Royal Palace. It’s good to go to the post of the old Prince’s House and Weiyuan Houfu. After all, they are not very clear about the habits of the big buns. The Chu Yunhan and Yan Xiaoming in the palace are really shocked, and they are especially sentimental. The mountain village asked about the situation, it was determined that the big steamed buns had to banquet a small radish head, and Chu Yunhan and his father and son were quietly relieved, and then they recruited a small nine small ten confident that they must dress up, Xiaowen treats it, how difficult it is, estimate This is the case once in a lifetime. How do you focus on the accident?

After three days, the days of Lingwen’s treats finally came. In the early morning, Song Shuiling personally took the two cooks to the house that had been cleared there. He was busy in the kitchen, and the big buns were also Changed a brand new clothes, with a small steamed buns and iron dolls to the entrance of Jingyun Mountain Villa to meet their little friends, the oldest Yan Xiaobei left to take care of the small group.

"A lot..."

Watching a few brothers go like that, the little chubby little hand who just learned to walk pulls Yan Xiaobei hard, the other hand keeps pointing at the outside, probably wants to express that he has to play together child.

"Little bastard, not a lot, is my brother, the rice has not finished eating, where do you want to go?"

Ling Jingxuan reached out and picked him up. He didn’t poke the little face of the meat toot. The Yan Zhirui next to him tweeted his small bowl and fed pork porridge to his mouth. I still didn’t forget to look outside and worry. : "Is it really let Xiaowen have their own banquet? No problem?"

He can worry about it for a few days.

"it should be no problem?"

Ling Jingxuan himself is not very sure. If you want to come and think, there is nothing. In the future, the family will have to hand them over to the Lord. Let them contact and contact them early, and they will be in the Jingyun Mountain Villa. There is not much to do.

"Father, oh, I will help you watch, don't worry."

Yan Xiaobei, who is already eleven years old, smiles mildly.

Yan Yanrui Ling Jingxuan looked at each other and tacitly nodded, just...

"Wow wow..."

"Where are you feeding?"

The earth-shattering cry suddenly sounded, and Ling Jingxuan, who had returned to the gods, looked down and immediately fainted, and Yan Ruirui used it with one heart and two. While talking to them, he fed the child and actually fed it into the nose of the small group. Uncomfortable crying, the nose to the mouth of the circle are all rice, looks like a wit and another funny.

"Sorry, sorry, the father is not intentional."

Upon seeing it, Yan Ruirui was also anxious. He quickly wanted to reach out and hug him. But the small group was also a vengeful one. The little hand like a scorpion refused to push him, and he rushed to his arms and continued to cry: "Wang Wang... Bad... don't... wow..."

He cried so sadly, the family was all in a hurry, and the day of Jingyun Mountain Villa opened again.

At noon, all of the arrivals arrived, except for Yan Shangqing and others who lived in Jingyun Mountain Villa, as well as Yan Xiaoqing, the grandson of the old emperor, and the nine-year-old Zeng Xuefu of the grandson of Weiyuan Houfu. The younger son, the same nine-year-old Zeng Bowen, and the small nine small ten who came from the palace, a group of more than a dozen children gathered in the house where Ling Jingxuan was specially reserved for Chu Yunhan. The big steamed buns were specially removed. Song Shuiling, who wants to stay and wait for them, waits for the group to have only a small group of radish heads. The big steamed buns let Song Xiaohu move to the stools and put them on the table. The children are almost the same age, and the biggest one is 11 years old. Yan Xiaobei and Long Dashan.

"I said the brothers, I heard that you want to treat, I thought you would ask us to go to Xinyuan to eat a meal, feeling you want to send us?"

After the people left, Zeng Xuefu decisively opened loudly.

"That is, I have said that Xiaowen is a singer. I didn't believe it before. It seems that it is not fake now."

"Wen brothers, you are too sincere in this guest."

"The emperor also let me dress up, Xiaowen, can you not be so embarrassed?"

"Haha Xiaowen Ken, you are not bad. Last time you didn't know, I went back to Jingyun Mountain Villa with Xiaowen. On the road, I met a sugar gourd. Xiaowen decisively let the driver stop and saw him buy it. Two bunches of candied haws, I thought we were a bunch of people, and finally guess what? He didn't give me anything, and brought it back to the little dumplings."

"Ha ha..."

With the leadership of Zeng Xuefu, the other children have no scruples, and they have spit them out. The last words of Yan Xiaoqing have led to a group of people laughing and laughing. The big buns who have always loved their faces have become blushing, but they still refuse to admit defeat. Said: "How old are you still eating sugar gourd? White is a waste of money, and you, ah, what is Xinyuan? Xinyuan's chef has to find our family Shui Lingjie to learn to cook, my family's food ratio Xinyuan is much more delicious. Don't be content with others. I don't like others, please!"

With a real voice, the big buns are arguing for strength. He is not a trick, a frugal, and he does not understand. I said that thrift is a virtue.

"You will die the duck's mouth hard. How much can I eat candied fruit? I have a bunch of money. How much can you waste by buying a string?"

Yan Xiaoqing, who has long been mixed with them, has never had a scruples, and he is absolutely merciless when he spits.

"This time I can support Xiaoqing Brothers. Do you want to ask Xinyuan's chef if you want to ask Shui Linger's sister to go to Xinyuan to eat a picture? In addition to what they do, the most important thing is the grade. Face is not?"

"exactly."

At a young age, Zeng Xuefu was like a sly brother. Under his call, other people also nodded and nodded. These people, when they came out, did not lack anything. The only thing that pays attention is the two words. .

"Can you still chew on the face? You have never had a hard time, don't know the salt and rice, Xinyuan has a few dishes of silver, can you still eat flowers?"

In order to defend the fame of his own thrift, the big buns are not showing weakness. The small buns next to them are not right, and they go up to help their second brother: "My brother is right, Xinyuan's dishes are not delicious by my family. Hey!"

The love of the little buns is undoubtedly great, just one by one.

"You don't, Wu brothers, among us, you have the least voice. Who is the best person in the city every day? The last time I heard, you listen to the students of Hanling College. It is said that there are tea buns in the 30-year-old outside the North City, and the buns are delicious. I also ran to eat it. It’s so delicious for your family. Why do you want to go far?”

The little buns seem to have forgotten that they are already famous in the capital. They are always concerned about eating, and this is not the case.

"That's not the same. I love to eat at home. As long as it is delicious, I love it."

The face is red, the little buns are still arguing according to reason, and the iron baby sees it and stupidly nods. "Well, Xiaowu is delicious, and the things that Shui Ling’s sister is doing are really delicious."

"haha"

He didn't talk well, and a conversation was equivalent to moving the little buns to the table. A group of children couldn't help but laugh and the rice had not yet begun to eat. The atmosphere had reached its climax.

"Oh... Xiaowen Festival is a good thing. Xiaowu’s food is also very cute. It’s not very good. Don’t stand up, come and eat it, or if it’s cold.”

Still, Yan Xiaobei gave a force. Under his greeting, a group of children finally walked over and saw the dishes on the table, all of them were lighted, and they forgot that they had just spit out, but very Fast little fart

The reason why the children are making troubles is very simple. Because there is no wine on the table, Zeng Xuefu, who is a man and a man, is the most powerful.

"A man should drink a little wine, would you like to marry a man? Not like a little girl?"

Weiyuan Houfu is known for its meritorious deeds. The great school of the sons of the sons and grandsons of Zengyuan’s grandmothers screamed at the main points and proved that they were real men.

"Who told you that men should drink alcohol? My father will not drink much."

They are still children, what wine? This full table is enough to make him feel bad.

"But you, when did you not drink alcohol when you attended the banquet? That is the real man!"

The children are worshipping the strong, and the school has naturally raised their thumbs. They are here at the banquet. How can they not drink?

"School, after you go back, your mother will lick your ears."

Yan Xiaobei originally wanted to dispel the idea of ​​drinking. I didn’t expect the school to be unhappy. He stood up and patted his chest and said, “Men’s husband, will you be afraid of a woman?”

Even if the ear is smashed, can't you lose face?

"amount..."

"Well, the school is really not the real man, Xiaowen, isn't your family the most alcohol? Give us some more, you said that if you have a feast at home, why don't you let us drink?" Really a little girl?

Yan Xiaobei’s brain is black, but the words of the school have been unanimously appreciated by others. They are a little bit of a man and a little girl. If you don’t know, they may think that they are coming to the cellar, but they don’t know. They are red and white, and they are much better than many girls.

"I said Xiaowen, you won't be guilty of the old mistakes?"

The atmosphere was full of excitement, and Xiao Shi also joined the ranks of the wine. The two words of Qimen were annoyed with Ling Wen. I saw him stand up and look red. "Who is slamming? Not Alcohol? I will go and get it for you. You can do it all."

Obviously, the heart has been sorely bleeding, and the big buns who love the face are still trying to hold up the small chest. The loser does not lose, the guests are invited, can he still reluctantly have a pot of wine?

"Then hurry, my brothers can wait."

When Zeng Bowen opened his mouth, other people used his eyes to stimulate him. The big buns couldn’t help but had to call Xiaohuzi out.

[End of this chapter]