There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem Chapter 33: The princely wife of cold love

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Lei Baofei left with a black face, the dish didn't move, and the wine was all spilled. He even sternly persuaded him to be practical before leaving. An Chengjie was a little hesitant. He didn't understand that he just introduced new dishes and talked about the future development plan of the restaurant. Why did the other party leave?

The shopkeeper seemed to be scared by the sudden departure of the noble guest. He probed the probe outside the door and asked, "Do you, those dishes in the kitchen ... do you still need to make them?"

"No need!" If he interrupted the shopkeeper upset, he frowned and glanced at the various ingredients on the table, depressed and confused. Lei Baofei's attitude today is really strange, and the words he said before leaving are not mindless. Are the ancients so moody?

Is hesitant to catch up and talk with Lei Baofei, I saw the shop errantly ran in with a little familiar bamboo basket, and said hurriedly, "The home is not good, Nanjie Bian also opened a restaurant that sells hot pots at home. The price is more than half of our pricing. He also announced the recipes and production methods! This is the hot pot base they sent out today.

When he heard that his face changed, he grabbed the bamboo basket in the small second-hand, opened it, looked at the contents, and quickly took out the letter and browsed it again. The fingers holding the stationery were gradually exerted, and his brain seemed to be held by a hammer. After the same, I wondered what I was thinking, instinctively asked, "Where is that shop? What is it? Who opened it?"

"In the middle of the South Street, it is called Kawagoe. I haven't heard who the boss is. The people in charge there are very face-to-face and don't know the origin." The shop junior said everything he had heard, and saw An Chengjie as well. After getting the idea, my heart became more and more panic, "Owner, what should we do now?" The restaurant is about to open, but the signature dishes have been used by others first. How can this be good?

Kawagoe, crossing ... An Chengjie shook his hand, almost couldn't hold the small basket in his hand, and his heart sank. There was a kind of excitement that he might encounter in his hometown, and another advantage as a traversal person would be snatched away. Panic. Hot pot, Kawagoe ... Is this name a coincidence or a hint to the other?

Ye Zhizhou took Yan Mingyong back to Zhenguo's Mansion, preparing to cook hot pot for his lover at home. While waiting for Changshun Changfu to handle the ingredients, he pushed Yan Mingyong into the small room next to the dining room and stuffed him a book. "Ming Yong, wait, I'll go and call my brother. He is at home today. It just happened to give him some taste. "By the way, wash his brain.

The smile on Yan Mingyong's face faded, his eyes sank, "Do you like your brother?"

The eyes of the bear child are about to fall ill again. Ye Zhizhou reluctantly rolls his eyes, bends down, kisses his face, and touches his hair. "Oh, obediently, I'll take you to play after dinner. Read the book now. "

The fever that can't be controlled by the kissed face, Yan Mingyong's dark eyes lightened slightly, but controlled not to show his own excitement, and still sternly said, "Follow you once, go. "

He squeezed his lover's serious face funnyly, and kissed him again before turning away. The lover becomes a little fart, and slowly develops something ... awesome!

As soon as the ingredients are ready, Ye Zhizhou returns with An Chengsheng. Yan Mingyong put down his book and took the wheelchair to the outside dining room, ignoring An Chengsheng who suddenly stopped, and reached out to Ye Zhizhou, "Le Er, my chest hurts."

Ye Zhizhou was deceived. He walked over and stroked his chest, and asked anxiously, "Where is the pill? Didn't you just take a pill if you said your chest hurts?" The lover's body is too weak. They are all fast-acting medicines. He didn't dare to feed them directly, so he diluted the pills for warming his body and mixed them with pastries to make small pills, so he took one when he was uncomfortable.

"In Dean's hands, I forgot to bring it." Yan Mingyong enjoyed his care very much, relying on Dean's absence to talk nonsense with his eyes open, and after looking at An Chengsheng, he hooked his lips, "It's just a little uncomfortable. It's okay. Let's eat first. Don't let the big brother wait."

An Chengsheng was clenched with his provocative eyes, and he listened to him calling his elder brother with his younger brother. His heart was so subtle and soothing, but he still remembered the identity of the other person, and he was afraid to hold him in his hand. The thing that I ’m doing is a gift after a lot of psychological construction, and reluctantly shouted, “I did n’t expect His Royal Highness Eighth was also here, and my younger brother's temper was off, so you bother.”

Yan Mingyong smiled back, never seeing the madness when he met last time. He was noble and generous, "Leer is very good, you have a good brother."

An Chengsheng also laughed, and Pi Xiaorou didn't smile, "Many of his high brothers are also very good."

It's crackling, there seems to be an invisible spark between the two.

Seeing Ye Zhizhou like this, I still ca n’t see where Yan Mingyong ’s body was just uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes and pulled back his hand. He took the lead to the table and fished with chopsticks. I ’m hungry, so I wo n’t be with you. ”

The two men who fought with their eyes saw him angry, and quickly regained their gaze and calmed down. Yan Mingyong quickly seized the position around Ye Zhizhou and pulled his sleeve. "How do I eat this?"

Ye Zhizhou squinted at him, sneer, now that he knows how to pretend, how can he pretend to be sick just now?

An Chengsheng took a slow step. He could only sit opposite to his brother, picked up chopsticks, and started to coax his brother euphemistically, "This food is fun to watch, Le Er can always find some novelty, good."

"Yes." Ye Zhizhou didn't eat this flattery. He pulled off the sleeve and touched the temperature with Yan Mingyong's hand. If it wasn't too cold, he shoved his chopsticks into his hand, got up and brought the dish to a pan. Liangdao, "I stumbled upon a collection of ancient poems, and I want to give them to my elder brother. Now it seems unnecessary."

Poems? Or ancient? An Chengsheng, who loves poems and idiots, catches the key moments, and puts down a chopstick with a serious letter, "Le Er, I was wrong for my brother. Please be sure to lend it to my brother."

Small, you know you're going to be hooked. Laughing proudly in his heart, he got up and walked to the bag he was carrying with him. He took out the mixed version of 300 Tang Poems and Selected Song Poems that he had previously copied and stuffed it into An Chengsheng's arms. "The ancient text is too old to read, I copied it, and you can take it."

An Chengsheng won the treasure, holding the poems in his hands. He didn't care about his dog's writing brushes. He didn't eat any meals and read them immediately.

Yan Mingyong sees this and silently puts down his chopsticks, watching Ye Zhizhou not speak.

When Ye Zhizhou saw him like that, he knew that he was going to fall ill again, so he picked up the chopsticks and shoved it back into his hands, perfunctoryly, "It's just a collection of poems, you want me to copy them for you, or you want Want other gifts? In short, I'll give you what you want, eat fast, eat bad, you should eat well. "

"Give me whatever you want?" Yan Mingyong took the chopsticks and confirmed it.

Ye Zhizhou, who was following the system prompts, nodded wildly and helped him pick vegetables from the clear soup pot. Yan Mingyong gave him a serious look again, bowed his head to eat vegetables, and the free hand secretly walked around and grabbed a piece of Ye Zhizhou's clothing corner, and smiled. The only thing he wanted was this one.

The system prompt keeps popping up, Ye Zhizhou is eating hot pot, and his heart is beautiful! An Chengsheng ’s affection for An Chengjie is more like a fan ’s crazy pursuit and obsession with the idol. Now An Chengjie ’s display of “talent” in front of An Chengsheng is gone. An Chengle exists as their emotional assist. Become themselves, these two people want to happen something, difficult!

[The chance of An Chengsheng and the protagonist falling in love has been reduced to 50%, please host to continue. ]

After eating the hot pot, An Chengsheng ’s poem collection is also turned over. Ye Zhizhou turned off the light screen with satisfaction, and found a box of poker from the space. He smiled at the noble and elegant Yan Mingyong and Wen Chengjun An Chengsheng. "After the meal is over, let's fight the landlord!" From today on, as long as An Chengjie has done with the male lead, he will have to do it first, so that the other party can take advantage of it!

In the middle of the night, Yan Mingyong woke up in Ye Zhizhou's arms, looked straight at him for a while, then got up, took out a * bead from the dark grid on the bed, crushed it under his nose, and confirmed that he was completely asleep Stepped out of bed and pulled a string near the bed. After a while, Dean gently opened the door and came in, standing silently in front of the bed.

"Did anyone catch it?"

De'an stepped forward to fasten his hair and dressed, and whispered, "Caught, they have all been locked in the dark cell."

Yan Mingyong shook his many powerful hands recently, and his hooked lips showed a slightly eerie smile. "Very well, this palace is too dirty, it's time to clean it up." Then he looked back and rolled the quilt. Ye Zhizhou, whose face flushed with redness, flashed a flash of light in his eyes, "It's better to let Le'er live comfortably."

An Chengjie started to stay behind after the restaurant died. His servants saw that the master of Lei's family didn't come to him again, and the usual generous rewards were gone. Then he gradually snubbed him, never again. Attentiveness before. An Chengjie was very angry about this, but he was helpless.

In the past few days, he hid in the room and looked at the recipe in the bamboo basket, hesitated and hesitated, all the possibilities were listed, but he couldn't make up his mind to find the possible one. Fellow. Now that he has gradually adapted to ancient life, he also has a general plan for his future life. The sudden appearance of the other person makes him feel bitter and disgusted, and resists instinctively.

Xiaozhu Dazhu saw that he was not in the mind for the past two days and thought he was in a bad mood because of business, so he suggested, "Three days later, there was a literary meeting organized by Yingtian Academy under the Guiyuan Temple outside the city. Why do n’t the sons go away and relax? It ’s said that this essay will go even when the Confucian dynasty is a dynasty. With the literary literacy of the son, he will definitely get the eyes of the Confucianist! "

Dar Confucianism? An Chengjie's heart moved a little, his disturbed mind was a little calm. That's right, it's useless to confuse yourself behind closed doors. Since earning money doesn't work, what about making a reputation? Think of the popularity that was received at various poetry essay conferences, and the contempt of everyone in the town government's government and Lei Baofei's sleeve throw away. What about the sister-in-law, he will definitely live better than those sisters! It doesn't matter without Lei Baofei's backing, relying on the advanced knowledge in his mind, those nobles will line up in the future to ask him to let him lean!

The expression gradually firmed, his gaze was placed on the small bamboo basket on the table, his eyes gradually deepened.

This Kawagoe restaurant is best to be a coincidence, if not ... Fortunately, you only need one in this world.