Chapter 177 The villain's longevity noodles
... After
sending off the other guests,
Weiqichi stayed.
Zi Wenxin also stayed shamelessly.
Although he didn't like it, it didn't matter. He could take a closer look and have an extra midnight snack and breakfast.
As expected, he knew that the Jiang family had prepared a midnight snack for him.
He had a small stove for himself.
The food in the big stove was so delicious, the small stove must be even more delicious.
In the past, he suspected that the Jiang family had some tricks to keep Xiaogui. He didn't go back during the New Year and sent a willow branch to his godfather, implying that he wanted to stay. It
was most likely because of the food.
But it could also be because of the pretty girl.
It could be both.
As for Weiqichi, a wild boar can't eat fine bran. It might just be that he likes his brother Jiang.
Anyway, Zi Wenxin shamelessly stayed overnight and had
supper in broad daylight. The supper was simple, just noodles for the family. It was
A Niang's specialty.
Today was Feng'er's birthday.
Qin Luoxia kneaded the dough herself and made a long noodle strip for Feng'er.
Jiang Mianmian, the conspicuous one, asked to serve the noodles.
She served the noodles, so she was also making the noodles.
Lingquan water was added to Qiaoqiao.
Happy birthday to my brother, and may he live a hundred years.
The birthday song he arranged was a bit ridiculous. Sure enough, this kind of thing also requires professionals. Not everyone can be awesome if they wear it. It still depends on one's own strengths. I just know more than others, but my talent is obviously not lit here.
But it doesn't matter. As long as you live long enough, you will have unlimited opportunities for trial and error.
Jiang Feng looked at the noodles his sister brought to him, and was really worried that the bowl of noodles would spill.
He was not relieved until the noodles were placed on the table in front of him.
Others were also given a bowl of noodle soup.
Zi Wenxin thought there was something special for the midnight snack.
He had eaten a lot of things for dinner, all of which he had never seen before. He didn't expect that this midnight snack would be so homely, just a bowl of noodles.
Midnight snack, it's considered a family affair.
Zi Wenxin stayed shamelessly, and he looked like he should have stayed, very sincere and natural.
He met the legendary Madam Meng who was more beautiful than Daji.
Unexpectedly, she looked like a round-faced little girl, not even a woman, but a girl who had not yet married.
Her eyes revealed a clear stupidity? ?
This appearance should be the most inconspicuous one in the Jiang family as a whole.
She is just a pretty girl. She is definitely not the kind who would win the heart of a country over a city. She looks more like Qin, and her facial features are very delicate. She looks a bit like Jiang Sima, but her round face neutralizes the stunning look. She is just an ordinary pretty girl.
Rumors are really unbelievable.
They all thought that Jiang Sima relied on his daughter's beauty and connections to climb up to the powerful in the capital.
But this is the result.
With this appearance, she has laid a foundation in the Jiang family.
Jiang Feng is actually prettier than his sister.
Of course, Zi Wenxin didn't stare at her, but just glanced at her, after all, her husband was next to her.
When he learned that the dinner was hosted by her and many of the dishes were her craft, he thought that her cooking skills alone could keep people.
Hateful.
The third brother was such a good-for-nothing. He attended someone else's wedding, got drunk when he got home, and told them that he regretted not proposing earlier.
At that time, he comforted him, saying that there were many beauties, and when his godfather occupied the capital, he would marry a noblewoman from the capital.
Good-for-nothing, good-for-nothing. If he had proposed earlier, this person would have come to their house, and it would have been easy for him to eat for free in the future.
Tomorrow, Zi Wenxin will go back and kick the third brother.
Xiqichi didn't think much about it, he just liked this dish of noodles. He
smacked his lips while eating, and his beard was wet.
He wiped it and said, "My sister-in-law's noodles are still the best, they are hot."
While Zi Wenxin was stunned, Xiqichi had actually finished a bowl of noodles.
The birthday boy also buried his head in eating noodles. He even drank up the soup after finishing his meal. Good guy, he left an empty bowl, which seemed to still exude fragrance.
Zi Wenxin hurried to get started.
To be honest, the noodles were not as amazing as the dinner just now, but as he ate, sweat broke out on his forehead and his eyes were a little sore. He missed
his mother .
When he was a child, his mother must have cooked noodles for him, just like this.
His nose was also sore.
He was an orphan, both his parents were not alive, and when his godfather took him in as a godson, he was already able to remember things.
He remembered who his parents were.
Because his life later was very smooth, he rarely thought about the past.
But for some reason, a bowl of ordinary soup noodles made him taste so sour.
...
Jiang Mianmian slurped the noodles.
There was more soup than noodles in her bowl, just a few noodles, and she finished them in a few mouthfuls.
After Jiang Feng finished a bowl of longevity noodles, he felt as if he really would live longer. He had overtrained some time ago, and his body would occasionally feel a little sore.
But after eating this bowl of longevity noodles, he felt that all the soreness disappeared.
He was strong and healthy, and now he could practice sword eight hundred times more.
So he called his brother-in-law Shao Xia to practice sword together.
Meng Shao Xia: ...
Why don't you go back to your room to sleep late at night, but have to find me to practice sword?
It's too weird.
He has to write a letter to his mother and ask if there is a suitable candidate to introduce to his brother-in-law. This is too tiring.
Although he felt that his swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds during this period, he should be able to surpass his father and beat his own father.
Jiang Feng invited him to practice swordplay.
Zi Wenxin also went with him.
The young man was strong and powerful, and they fought happily.
Although Wei Qichi was very tired, he still grabbed Brother Jiang and looked like he wanted to have a night talk with him.
Qin Luoxia silently handed the little girl to her husband.
Jiang Mianmian nestled in her father's arms.
She adjusted a comfortable posture to listen to their conversation.
First, she listened to Uncle Wei talking about the customs and habits of the city.
Then she listened to Uncle Wei praising her band.
"The song was sung very well tonight. Brother Jiang, I have an unwelcome request."
Jiang Changtian said, "You and I are not brothers, but we are brothers. We are half-brothers. Brother Yehang, just tell me what you want. You are welcome."
Jiang Mianmian: ... Dad is really good at fooling people.
"Commander Zi said a few days ago that he dreamed of his deceased wife and was a little uneasy. I saw your band today and it is good. Can you lend it to me for a few days? Commander Zi should want to hold a memorial service. Commander Zi doesn't like those big monks very much. Your band is good."
"This..." Jiang Changtian poked the girl in his arms with a bit of difficulty in speaking.
"The actor at home is my daughter, and this song is also carefully arranged by her."
Qiqi looked at the little girl in Jiang Changtian's arms in surprise.
Jiang Mianmian: ...
Ceremony for the salvation of souls? ?
Inexplicably, she felt that her family's dance troupe had filled the gap in the funeral business.
"Okay, Uncle Qi, you just need to write new lyrics and let them sing."
Qi Chi patted his knees.
"Okay, uncle will give you a big gift in return. What do you want?"
Jiang Mianmian thought about it seriously: "Give me a mountain, the kind with a river. When it's hot next year, Mianmian wants to go to the mountain to escape the heat."
Jiang Changtian laughed.
He likes girls who speak frankly.
Dare to ask, his Jiang Changtian's girls must dare to think and ask.
Qi Chi nodded: "Okay, Uncle Qi will bring you the land deed tomorrow. There is a mountain in the south of Jingzhou with good water flow and a farm on the mountain. You can clean it up and leave a guest room for your uncle Qi."
Jiang Mianmian nodded happily.
If there was a tail, it would wag.
Jumping out of the arms of her father, she carefully poured a cup of tea for Uncle Qi and staggered to him.
"Thank you, uncle." Jiang Mianmian smiled.
Jiang Mianmian dripped a small drop of spiritual spring water for Uncle Qi, a small drop, about half a drop.
Because Uncle Qi had never drunk it before, and she didn't want him to be wet at home.
But this Uncle Qi is really getting old fast.
Visibly old.
It is said that the life span of ancient people was very short, and fifty was considered a long life.
And it's rare for Dad to have a good friend he can talk to.
In a few years, Dad will look like someone else's son.
May Uncle Xi not die.
Xiqichi took the tea and took a sip, then said with a smile, "The tea given by our Mianmian is extra sweet."
Jiang Mianmian smiled and said, "My dad also said so, I am a caring little Mianmian."
Xiqichi laughed.
I felt relaxed.
Every time I was at Brother Jiang's house, it was like going home, a rare feeling of comfort and peace of mind.
The two continued chatting.
Xiqichi was obviously more energetic.
Jiang Mianmian was drowsy and sleepy in Dad's arms.
"Brother Yehang, today is my son's birthday. I wonder why Lord Yu doesn't seem very happy."
Jiang Mianmian's sleepy ears casually stood up.
Lord Yu? Which Lord Yu? The husband of Madam Yu who was having dinner with us?
After Madam Yu left, I heard Madam He telling A Niang about Madam Yu's miserable life at home. Madam He said that Lord Yu married a concubine, and Madam Yu, a legitimate wife, was like a maid at home, living in a side room, and couldn't even teach her own children. Lord Yu thought that the concubine could teach his children well.
"After the man surnamed Yu became the magistrate, he used his power to arrest many of our people. He has become the knife of the government, and he is the most vicious when he cuts us. Changtian, you are kind-hearted, so be careful." Qiqi said.
Jiang Mianmian thought about it. The magistrate seemed to be equivalent to the chief of the police station, in charge of public security.
He has great power.
Because her father became a Sima, she was also very curious and asked about her aunt's official title.
The aunt explained it to her briefly, and she knew that the Tui Guan was in charge of the criminal justice system.
Father was in charge of military affairs, but now that he has been recruited, there is no war, and father has no real power, while the Tui Guan has real power in the city.
"Why not send someone to kill him?" Jiang Changtian asked.
Xiqichi shook his head: "This man was famous for his good fighting skills in the past. He was recruited to become a Tui Guan, but he enjoyed it and was afraid of death. He brought dozens of guards with him when he came to you. It is very difficult to kill him."
Jiang Changtian nodded.
He gently rocked the child in his arms, watching her breathing evenly and her eyelashes curling, he said softly:
"Then he can only die in an accident."
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