Tanzhou welcomed its first snow in December. The snow was not heavy and the snow on the road melted quickly. Only a thin layer of snow accumulated on the eaves. When the sun came out, the snow melted quickly and the eaves dripped like rain.

Although the sun was out, the melted snow made it even colder. People on the street were wrapped up tightly, especially the children, who wore hats, scarves and gloves, and looked like cotton balls, which was very cute.

Ruan Qiqi was afraid of the cold, so she wrapped herself up tightly. It was the weekend again, so she stewed a big pot of pork trotters and soybeans in the evening and went to see Lu Desheng with Lu Ye.

"This doesn't count, I'll play it again!"

Lu Desheng’s loud voice came out.

"Don't regret your move. This is your third time." Mo Qiufeng spoke in a gentle and unhurried tone.

"Mine hasn't fallen yet, so it doesn't count!"

Lu Desheng proudly raised the chess piece in his hand and moved it to a new position.

Mo Qiufeng smiled and directly moved the chess player to the checkmate, ending the game.

In fact, he could have won in just three minutes, but the next game had the same result, so he was too lazy to end it and the game dragged on for more than ten minutes. If Lu Desheng hadn't always regretted his moves, he could have dragged it on for another hour.

Unconvinced, Lu Desheng stared at the chessboard with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't find any flaws in Mo Qiufeng's chess. He had definitely checked the chess piece, and he also discovered that Mo Qiufeng could have checked the chess piece ten minutes ago.

"Who are you looking down on? If you can be a general, why don't you do it? You are being disrespectful to your opponent. Try again!"

Lu Desheng argued confidently and clamored for a rematch.

"If you keep doing this, you won't get any results tomorrow. Go cook. I'm hungry!"

Mo Qiufeng touched his stomach. If it wasn’t for the free meal, he wouldn’t bother to play chess with that bad chess player!

He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, military tactics and warfare, but the only thing he couldn't do was cook. Although the food Lu Desheng cooked was not delicious, it was not bad either, at least better than what he cooked.

"Boiled noodles and fried two eggs for you, do you want some?"

Lu Desheng stood up and asked in a rough voice.

"Eat, I'm not picky!"

Mo Qiufeng is very easy to talk to. People who eat for free have no right to be picky, as long as there is something to eat, it's fine.

Seeing him being so 'useless', Lu Desheng couldn't help but complain: "Why are you doing this? Yuan Huilan will definitely not divorce you if you don't sign. She is so proud that she wants to be the first in picking cotton. You actually signed first and embarrassed her. It would be strange if she didn't get angry with you!"

"She has made up her mind. There is no need to keep her. It is better to end it as soon as possible."

Mo Qiufeng smiled calmly, things that are forced are meaningless.

"After all the twists and turns, she finally married Zhang Zhiguo!"

Lu Desheng shook his head and went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Mo Qiufeng smiled, but his smile was a little cold, because he knew that Zhang Zhiguo's glory would not last many years.

But he would not remind Yuan Huilan. Even if he did, Yuan Huilan would not believe it. There was no need to waste time.

Mo Qiufeng had a self-deprecating look on his face. When he was lurking, he was thankful for his sobriety. Now he finally understood that being too sober and rational would eventually lead to being alone.

Living in a confused state is the most self-consistent way.

"Dad, Uncle Mo!"

Ruan Qiqi and Lu Ye entered the house.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Mo Qiufeng asked with a smile, but his eyes were fixed on the pot in Lu Ye's hand.

"I've eaten. This is pig's feet stewed with soybeans. Eat it while it's hot."

Ruan Qiqi placed a large pot of pig's feet and soybeans on the table and opened the lid. A rich aroma floated out with the hot steam. Mo Qiufeng took a deep breath and shouted to the kitchen, "Old Lu, cook more noodles!"

Lu Desheng ran out wearing an apron, shouting, "My food doesn't cost money? How much food have you eaten here... stewed pig's feet?"

The incessant chattering was interrupted by the aroma of pork trotters stewed with soybeans. Lu Desheng, with a smile on his face, decisively gave up cooking noodles and decided to stew rice and fry some peanuts.

Such delicious food must be accompanied by a glass of wine.

"Go, bring your Moutai over!"

Lu Desheng rudely ordered Mo Qiufeng that he couldn't bear to drink his own Moutai, but he wouldn't feel bad drinking other people's.

"Fry another plate of bacon. Xiaoye, hurry up and get some wine!"

Mo Qiufeng didn't stand up, but asked Lu Desheng to add another dish and instructed Lu Ye to get some wine.

"Take two bottles, don't be polite to your Uncle Mo!"

Lu Desheng roared.

A few minutes later, Lu Ye brought back two bottles of wine, one bottle of Moutai and one bottle of Wuliangye, both of which were good wines.

Lu Desheng was so happy that he couldn't wait to open the wine and fill the glasses for himself and Mo Qiufeng.

"Come on, congratulations on getting divorced too!"

“Congratulations!”

The two clinked their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

Ruan Qiqi came out with a plate of fried peanuts and happened to hear the toasts from the two people. The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily and her respect for Yuan Huilan deepened a little more.

Although this woman is selfish and cold-hearted, her taste in choosing men is really great. Her ex-ex, ex-boyfriend and current boyfriend are all the best among men. Even if Zhang Zhiguo is not a good person, his ability and talent are definitely not bad, otherwise he would not have climbed to his current high position.

Ruan Qiqi put down the peanuts and went to fry a few dishes. There was good wine and good food. The two old men drank very happily and drank a bottle of Moutai unknowingly. Lu Desheng wanted to open another Wuliangye, but was stopped by Mo Qiufeng.

"It's just right to be slightly drunk. Being drunk is bad for your health. Let's eat!"

Mo Qiufeng drank a lot and his cheeks turned red, but his eyes were still bright, indicating that he was very clear-headed.

"You are such a boring person. You always look so dead. No wonder Yuan Huilan said you are a robot without emotions. Lao Mo, the enemy has been driven away. It's time to relax!"

Lu Desheng patted Mo Qiufeng on the shoulders several times and persuaded him earnestly.

"I've gotten used to it. It's like when you hear the enemy attack, no matter how deep your sleep is, you will jump up and fight. It's ingrained in my bones and there's no cure!"

Mo Qiufeng smiled slightly, his tone was calm, but there was also a sense of sadness that came from seeing through the world.

Lu Desheng was stunned for a long time and sighed deeply, but he quickly pulled himself together and said loudly: "If it can't be cured, then it can't be cured. The southwest is not peaceful. Sooner or later there will be a war. I can still go to the battlefield again and kill those bastards!"

"Lian Po is old, can he still eat? Lian Po would drop three feces after eating a meal!"

Mo Qiufeng suddenly started to talk, and he was so happy after he finished speaking.

Lu Ye and Ruan Qiqi also covered their mouths and laughed. Only Lu Desheng didn't understand. But he knew that Mo Qiufeng must have not farted well.

"What do you mean? Are you scolding me, Mr. Mo?"

Lu Desheng roared angrily.

"No, I'm praising you for being as brave as Lian Po!"

Mo Qiufeng explained seriously, and Lu Desheng looked pleased. He knew Lian Po, a very powerful general in ancient times. He said modestly, "No, no, compared to him, I am still a little bit behind."

"I told you you're stupid as hell, but you still don't accept it. You can't even tell good from bad. Uncle Mo said you poop three times every time you eat a meal!"

Lu Ye openly sowed discord, hoping that the world would be in chaos.