Zhao Hanyun had been stared at too much by the foodie Ba Wang, so in the eyes of Zhang's father and son, she was calm and composed. She leisurely put the paper in her hand into the cup beside her, took out a brush, dipped it in the tea beside her and began to draw some strange symbols on the soaked paper. This action made Yuan Zhicheng's eyes light up. This girl!
Under the gaze of several people, Zhao Hanyun quickly finished the work in his hands, put the pen away, picked up a cup in one hand and handed it to the Zhang family: "Here, drink this if you want to save your life."
This was invented by Zhao Hanyun, but the paper was made based on the glutinous rice paper used on the outside of candies. This was the first batch of experimenters, so they just wanted to see the effect.
"Okay!" Anyway, this is the last way, and they believe that the Yuan family will not do anything to them. The father and son looked at each other, took the cup and drank it all. However, there was some glutinous rice paper in the cup that had not melted yet, which made them choke when they drank it.
After drinking the talisman water, Zhao Hanyun immediately felt that the talisman he had just drawn had taken effect. He took out the small gourd and handed it over with a smile: "Uncle Zhang and my brother are very filial. This is my gift." Zhao Hanyun deliberately emphasized the three words "gift", and it depends on whether the other party understands the meaning.
Zhang Chengbang took out a card with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "I came here in a hurry today and only brought one million. I hope my niece doesn't mind."
Zhao Hanyun was shocked by the man who only brought one million. Although she was now considered a millionaire, she couldn't easily throw out a million. She happily took the card and said, "Of course not. Now we're even."
Yuan Jingyi rolled her eyes at the side. "That damn girl is laughing like that for just one million dollars. What a money-grubber!" She turned around and shouted at the door, "Uncle Yuan, get out."
"Is it okay now?" Holding the gourd in his hand, which was only the size of a child's little finger, Zhang Chengbang was a little confused. Is it okay now?
"Bullshit, my girl said it's okay, so get out of here." Yuan Zhicheng wanted to get angry again. He had only gotten one or two bottles so far, so what was there to be dissatisfied with?
"Then we'll come back the next day." Hiding the gourd in his arms like a treasure, Zhang Chengbang said goodbye to his son. He moved as fast as he could, but he still maintained that elegance even at this rapid pace, which made Zhao Hanyun laugh.
"Girl, were you drawing talismans just now?" Yuan Zhicheng asked Zhao Hanyun after Zhang's father and son left. Seeing the girl's familiar movements just now, he remembered the mysterious talisman of Zou Li.
"Yes, Master." Zhao Hanyun nodded. Doesn't my aunt know a little bit? Why is Master so excited?
"He is blind to spells and can't figure anything out no matter how hard he tries." Yuan Jingyi explained from behind. She was a little tired from being messed around by the Zhang family today and was not in the mood to laugh at the old man.
"Hmph! At least I'm better at fighting than you, you can't beat me." Yuan Zhicheng turned his head and retorted. He had the highest martial arts skills in the family, and they usually just played around.
"If I were your age, I would definitely be taller than you!" Yuan Jingyi stated the fact. Yuan Zhicheng is the oldest person in the family, so how could he say that he is good at martial arts?
"I'm your father!"
"I know, you are the old man, don't accept it! Come and compete!"
"Come on, don't run!"
"Here they come again!" Zhao Hanyun held his forehead and turned to ask Yuan Yuan, who had just finished seeing off the guests: "Grandpa Yuan, I'm hungry. Can I have lunch now?"
"Of course, today we have the braised pork that the young lady likes to eat." Yuan Yuan took Zhao Hanyun to the kitchen, and the entire living room was left to the Overlord who watched the fun and fell asleep.
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