When Fu Xiao urged Mu Lianshen to return to Beijing for the second time, he finally bought a ticket back to Beijing in the county town.

Yes, he was going back by train.

After all, it was a heavy snowfall and the road was covered with ice.

The distance along the way was not very short, and he gave the guards a holiday.

It is indeed not safe for him to drive on the road alone.

The winter solstice has passed for a week.

That day, Mu Lianshen was going to take them to the county town to buy more things before leaving.

So the day before leaving for Beijing, he brought a few people to the county town.

I bought a lot of things in the department store and also used my special supply tickets to buy a lot of cigarettes and alcohol.

At noon, I put the groceries in the car and went to Uncle Zhao’s private kitchen for lunch.

In the private room, Mu Lianshen picked up a piece of fish for Fu Xiao with his chopsticks and said with a smile: "The food here tastes good, eat more."

Fu Hong, who was feasting on the meal, swallowed the food in his mouth and explained in a low voice: "I heard from my third uncle that Uncle Zhao was the imperial chef in the palace."

“I don’t know if it’s true…”

Fu Xiao raised his eyes and looked over, and said softly: "Don't worry about it, you can't say such things outside. If you really cause trouble, you won't have such delicious food to eat."

"I'm not stupid," Fu Hong continued to serve the soup in front of him and also gave it to Fu Yu who was sitting next to him.

Fu Yu's expression changed after taking a sip. He immediately spat it out and took a sip of water from the kettle.

Fu Hong's eyes flickered slightly, and he shouted exaggeratedly: "Could it be poisonous?..."

Hearing this, Fu Xiao rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Fu Sui burst out laughing, "Xiao Yu doesn't eat ginger, but there is ginger in this soup."

"I know," Fu Hong muttered in confusion, "I can't taste any ginger at all, so I wanted to try..."

He patted Fu Sui on the shoulder and said, "You said that no one in our family has any dietary restrictions, but why is Xiaoyu so particular? She can't eat ginger, she can't eat garlic, she can't eat this dish, and she will feel uncomfortable after eating that..."

"Even clothes have requirements,"

"He is a very clean person. Not only does he wash his socks once a day, but he also washes his hair once a day."

"Last time I farted in bed, his expression was like the sky was falling. I don't believe that he never farts in bed."

Fu Hong recounted several of Fu Yu's habits in life, and put his arm around Fu Sui's arm and whispered, "She is more particular than her sister, just like a queen in the palace."

Fu Xiao looked at him speechlessly.

It’s normal to avoid certain foods. What’s wrong with not liking ginger?

She didn't like eating either, but not as much as he did.

It’s fine as long as you don’t eat it directly. You can also put it in cooking.

As for cleanliness, she felt that Fu Yu might be a bit of a germaphobe.

Because he really loves cleanliness.

Fu Sui ignored him, pushed him away and continued eating his own food.

As brothers for so many years, how could he not know?

Xiao Yu would never let him go to bed if he didn't wash his feet at night.

I've just gotten used to it over the years.

Fu Xiao smiled and said, "Second brother, Xiaoyu's habits are very good."

Seeing her say that, Fu Hong lowered his head and sighed, "I really don't want to wash my feet every day."

Fu Yu was not at home, and he didn't want to sleep alone, so he squeezed into the two brothers' room during this time.

However, Fu Yu required him to wash his feet every day before going to bed.

She smiled helplessly and continued eating the food in the bowl.

Inadvertently, he noticed that Mu Lianshen had a strange look on his face, with a smile on his face, so he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

He chuckled, "Nothing, just thinking of a friend."

"He has been very particular about what he eats and drinks since he was a child, even more so than Xiao Yu."

He said with nostalgia, "We all called her Niangniang back then..."

Fu Hong said, "Is he also a man?"

"Yes," Mu Lianshen turned his gaze towards him, "He is two years older than me."

"Being more particular than Xiao Yu, what kind of person would that be?"

Hearing his question, Mu Lianshen thought for a moment and said, "He also likes cleanliness very much. He would change his clothes if they were a little dirty. At that time, he also liked to wear white clothes."

At that time, he couldn't stand him and thought he was a bit of a show-off.

He and Chen Ye always liked to smear mud on him.

Every time this happened he would get angry, and when he was angry he would stare at the two of them.

He felt a little embarrassed when he saw it, but at that time he did that because he wanted to make him angry and then have a fight with him.

But even when he was angry, he just stared at them.

They didn't fight, and until now they have never had a fight.

He doesn't seem to like fighting, probably because he's afraid of getting his clothes dirty.

His voice was a little vague. "He not only likes to be clean, but his home is also very clean. We have been to his home and it is very tidy outside. Whether it is flowers or grass, they are basically of average height."

“The room was basically spotless.”

At that time, the first time I went to his house, the unruly teenagers had made his yard a mess.

As a result, when I went there next time, it was exactly the same.

Even the color of the flowers is the same as before.

When he was young, Mu Lianshen once thought that he was sick, but slowly for some reasons, they became friends.

After learning a little about him and his family.

I probably understand why he acts so methodically.

No one would have any say about his habits.

We were once such good friends, but now...

"That's too exaggerated..." Fu Hong's voice sounded a little surprised.

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