The correct strategy for the master of the world

Chapter 75

In the blink of an eye, a group of Jiang Hu people are not so particular. After cleaning the house in advance, they are waiting for a New Year's Eve dinner in the evening-if it wasn't for someone's gift, they didn't even buy firecrackers.

The New Year's Eve dinner can be said to be a group work, and even Wen Renxi rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes on a rare occasion.

The small kitchen was so crowded that it was difficult to turn around. Some people—such as Qu Wurong were working seriously, while others—such as Lu Xiaofeng, were just adding to the chaos.

Hearing the jingling of bells and the chaos in the kitchen, Wen Renxi calmly picked up the sink and sat outside, away from the battle.

After a while, Lu Xiaofeng eagerly moved to his side, moved a small bench next to him, took a bowl in his hand, and stirred the eggs with chopsticks.

Although Wen Renxi doesn't know how to cook, he also knows that eggs are definitely not stirred by Lu Xiaofeng's method.

In the kitchen, Qu Wurong angrily drove out the two troublemakers, wearing an apron and holding a rolling pin, no one dared to provoke them—at least today, no one dared to provoke them.

After all, when the big chef is on strike, they all have to drink the Northwest Wind.

Sighing, he took the bowl from Lu Xiaofeng's hand and ordered him to wash the dish. It would be safer to do the technical work of beating eggs by himself.

"After this year, I will be one year older." Lu Xiaofeng sighed.

Wen Renxi lowered his eyes: "I'm just one year older."

Lu Xiaofeng thought about it and nodded: "It's true, when I reach your age, you will be old and decrepit."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up: "It's hard to imagine what you look like when you're old."

"Really?" Wen Renxi looked at him, "Then how will you treat me when I get old?"

"Hmm..." Lu Xiaofeng said solemnly, "When you get old, I'll empty your family and find a young and beautiful one."

He said it very seriously, and even imagined it vividly: "At that time, I will spend your money to live in your house, and find a lot of nightly singing and dancing in the prime of life, so that I will be drunk."

"Oh?" Wen Renxi raised the corners of his lips, "Then I'm going to die of anger."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, with a serious face: "In order to get mad at you to get the inheritance, I will find eighteen gorgeous people to dangle in front of your eyes every day."

After a pause, he emphasized: "Eighteen!"

Wen Renxi laughed: "Are you really hard-hearted?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him with his head tilted, and said, "I'm sure I can't be ruthless now, but when you get old enough to wrinkle your face into orange peels, I'll be ruthless."

Wen Renxi turned his head, raised the corners of his eyes, and moved closer: "That sounds really bad."

He had a good-looking face, and deliberately raised his eyes like a provocative approach to make people's heartbeat even more irregular. Lu Xiaofeng hesitated for a moment, and said: "If you don't want to do that, there is a way."

"What do you want me to do?" Wen Renxi laughed lightly, breathing against his ears, Lu Xiaofeng felt his heartbeat start to speed up again.

Gathering his mind, he coughed twice, and seeing that Ren Xi was listening attentively, he said, "You have to please me, make me happy, I like you too when you're as old as an orange peel."

As he spoke, he proudly raised his eyebrows at Wen Renxi, his high spirits made people feel weak.

Wen Renxi leaned over, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and kissed him before he could react—sucking, licking and biting, all of which Lu Xiaofeng liked, after a long kiss, he couldn't control his dizziness and flushed cheeks red.

"Have I flattered you?" He turned his head and tentatively licked Lu Xiaofeng's earlobe, but his words were frank and serious, as if he was discussing some important matter of life and death.

Lu Xiaofeng twitched uneasily, trying to put on a serious look: "Well, you must be the prettiest old man when you get old, even better than a little girl in [-]th."

What a broken metaphor.Wen Renxi put his arms around him and asked, "What else?"

"Wen Ren, you've really learned badly..." Lu Xiaofeng muttered, and Wen Renxi bit his ear punitively.

"The teacher taught well, I can't help it." Wen Renxi said vaguely, trying to attack Lu Xiaofeng's neck.

Lu Xiaofeng blushed, recalling how he used all means to eat tofu from Wen Renxi, and covered his face in frustration: "Taught the apprentice to starve to death, master."

Wen Renxi snorted, licked the red marks he had made, sat up straight and handed the bowl to Lu Xiaofeng: "Okay, Wurong is still waiting for the eggs, go quickly."

The egg in his hand was stirred evenly, and the light yellow color was pleasing to the eye. Lu Xiaofeng lowered his head and found that most of the dishes had been washed to pieces in his agitation just now, so he couldn't help whimpering in frustration.

It's really embarrassing.

Wen Renxi rubbed his hair: "I did the dishes, you should hurry up and send the eggs in."

If he didn't send it in, Qu Wurong would probably go berserk.

That night, they ate rotten stir-fried vegetables and egg custard that was evenly stirred to perfection. Since then, Xi's culinary skills have become one of the jokes that are often brought up.

There is no way, it is very difficult to find some shortcomings in a person who is almost perfect and omnipotent. After finally finding someone, can you laugh at them in groups to shorten the distance?

In addition to the table full of dishes, for the sake of harmony between the north and the south, wonton stew, steamed eight-treasure rice, and dumplings were also made on the table. The friends collectively praised Chu Liuxiang. A lively and friendly discussion took place.

After all, they are all fast catchers and thieves now—no matter how famous they are, when they sit at the same table, they will always feel that something is boiling in their hearts. If they can persuade Chu Liuxiang to change careers, they will really be famous in history.

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly: "I am very satisfied with my life now, and I have no plans to start a business for the time being. Thank you for your concern."

Well, persuading Chu Liuxiang to change careers failed, and they began to gossip again about when Zhongyuan Yidianhong and Qu Wurong were going to have a child, and they were all ready for the full moon ceremony and weekly ceremony.

In this regard, after Zhongyuan Dianhong sneered and took people out for a friendly exchange, they all said with blue eyes that the boss was right, and that the boss had a child whenever he wanted to. We must not talk too much.

You are evil, if you care about it with good intentions, you will be beaten. Can you still have a good Chinese New Year?

On the dinner table was the wine sent by Yu Luocha. It tasted light and had a long aftertaste. After three glasses or two, some people began to speak without the handle, and whoever caught them would go crazy with alcohol.

It is debatable whether you are really drunk or not. If you don't make a fuss during the Chinese New Year, you will really lose money.

Wen Renxi looked at Lu Xiaofeng: "Have you finished eating?"

Lu Xiaofeng was fed a large bottle of wine, and although he was not drunk yet, he clung to Wen Renxi's body spontaneously: "I'm not hungry now, we'll talk about it later."

Wen Renxi, who hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol, looked around the audience, stood up calmly, dragged the heavy load on his body, bypassed obstacle number one, stepped over obstacle number two, pushed away obstacle number three, and opened the door Go out and close the door again.

The world is instantly clean.

……

The emperor's side is really deserted, the banquet in the palace ends early, so that the ministers can go home earlier to eat dumplings and set off firecrackers, and have a good rest all year round. Much more attractive.

Hua Manting and the others were willing to stay and drink with him in previous years, but this year, they slipped away faster than the other, and before he had time to say a word, there was no one in front of him!

I really don't know what these bachelors are thinking. Is it better to face the empty yard than to drink with brothers?

Indignantly, he picked up the jug of wine, and the emperor sat in the small courtyard, deciding to drink up all the good wine that he planned to drink together, leaving no drop left.

The snow hadn't melted yet, the moonlight was scattered all over the place, and it was unexpectedly bright, lying on the table dizzy and pouring wine into the cup, humming "what a beautiful day.", all the guards were sent away by him When you go out, let them accompany you to drink a glass of wine and refuse to take a sip. What's the use of keeping it.

Fortunately, no one saw the emperor's gaffe.

The cup is full and full, singing for a while, singing about mountains and rivers, muttering about how the beauty of Qing Ben is a thief, and cursing dissatisfiedly for a while, tired of singing the one-man show, the emperor pours wine It took a long time to put a drop on the jug, and his face darkened in an instant. He shook the jug and it shattered to the ground. He stood up and kicked the wine jars piled up on the ground, and walked out of the small courtyard angrily.

The ghost knows what kind of anger he is getting, what kind of anger he is getting, and the guards outside can only kneel down in fear and respect to send the old man away.

The guards guarding the palace gate also had no choice but to open the gate honestly and fearfully, allowing this swaggering man to run into the street in the middle of the night.

Thank goodness he was willing to take two bodyguards with him.

The biggest brothel in the capital is closed for Chinese New Year. A group of homeless people get together to make dumplings, sing and dance to poetry. Even the most homeless have to go back to spend time with their wives and children no.

But today the door was knocked open by someone. This drunken guest spent a lot of money to hire all the flower girls in the building for a night. He didn't do anything, but let them eat dumplings and set off firecrackers around him. There is an extra reward for drinking two glasses of couplet poems.

To be honest, everyone who has been taken advantage of like this has come to serve him full of sympathy and compassion, and he has to find someone to accompany him in the brothel during the Chinese New Year. What a miserable life it is.

In the distant Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng sneezed, and faced the condemning eyes from time to time in the room with a stiff face.

Ever since he knew that he hadn't sent anything to the capital, he had been surrounded by such gazes all day long.

This day is really frustrating.

In the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, the general and his subordinates fought together until they were completely drunk, and were carried back to the mansion by Hua Manting, who arrived belatedly.

It's okay, what are you doing with such a body of tendons!

Dead dead!

Thinking so angrily, he duplicity stripped off the general's clothes, threw him into the tub to wash and scrub, was happy to see, satisfied with touching, clapped his hands, pulled him out and threw him on the bed, and went home to sleep.

The general huddled naked on the bed and shook three times, trembling as he touched the quilt to wrap himself.

It suddenly became so cold this day, but it froze me to death.

……

Wanmei Villa was almost eerily quiet, Yu Tianbao went to bed early, Ximen Chuuxue took a jug of wine, sat opposite Yu Luocha and drank midnight.

The entire communication should not exceed ten words.

Because the New Year in the Western Regions was not on this day, those who were used to the calendar in the Western Regions didn't regard today as New Year's Day at all, and Ximen Chuuxue never cared about it, so eating dumplings tonight was considered New Year's Eve.

Yu Tianbao admired the dumplings stuffed with tofu and cabbage very much. He was a little full at night and had to walk in the yard for a while to digest.

For this reason, all the cooks were first fined a month's money by the landlord, and before they had time to feel sad, they were rewarded with a large sum of money by the Jade leader.

This father and son are really idle and have nothing to do.

While counting the money and complaining like this, the cooks have to go home for the new year.

……

Jiangnan Huajia, listening to A Fei being persuaded to eat the third bowl of wonton stew tonight, Hua Manloudi who was sitting on the side thanked his good friend Lu Xiaofeng countless times.

If he hadn't sent the little boy A Fei in time, he would have been the one who ate three big bowls of wonton stew under his mother's loving eyes tonight.

Being forced to eat full every year is not a pleasant experience.

Feeling A Fei's eyes asking for help, Hua Manlou showed the most gentle and harmless smile, and picked up a chopstick of vegetables.

Well, I can't see, I don't know anything.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Take care, A Fei.

……

Wen Renxi was lying on the roof, and Lu Xiaofeng was sitting next to him, with a jug of good wine smuggled out beside him.

"It's so beautiful." Lu Xiaofeng praised.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the sky is so high that you can't see any floating clouds, moonlight and bamboo shadows, and you can still vaguely see the lights of thousands of houses in the distance.

"Mm, very pretty." Wen Renxi raised his hands, staring at Lu Xiaofeng's flushed cheeks, smiling tenderly.

"Wenren, don't you want to drink?" Seemingly aware of his eyes, Lu Xiaofeng quickly took a big gulp of wine to cover up.

"If you drink too much, your hands will become unstable," Wen Renxi said.

"Really..." Lu Xiaofeng sighed regretfully, and took another sip.

"Why do I feel..." Wen Renxi sat up, "You want me to drink so much?"

Lu Xiaofeng blinked, his face full of innocence: "No, I don't have it."

Wen Renxi raised his eyebrows: "Lying is not something a good boy should do."

Lu Xiaofeng mumbled a few words, pointed at the stars in the sky and shouted: "That star is so bright!"

"Heh." Wen Renxi smiled lowly, and asked next to his ear, "Why, do you want to do something bad?"

Lu Xiaofeng snorted, licking his lips: "After drinking, after drinking..."

"Sex after drinking, huh?" Wen Renxi turned over and kissed his wine-smelling lips, "I'll teach you, there's another word, it's called lust and obsession."

Bamboo shadows rustle, doors open and close, bed curtains fall, candles flicker, it is a beautiful scene.

"No, Wenren! Let me be on top..."

"I'll be careful and relax."

"Smell people! Smell people! Ah!"

Well, it is a beautiful scene in this prosperous age.

The author has something to say: It should be okay to be so cryptic this time.

Hearing people is the total attack!

Everything is perfect except for pampering Lu Xiaoji too much

All cp has been written, feel sorry for the emperor who is alone

Originally, in the outline, he should be lonely and miserable under the quilt and cry a lot hahahaha

Then he was caught by Ye Gucheng

Thinking about it later, it seems that the character ooc is a bit serious

become like this now

I personally think that people who have to go to the brothel during the Chinese New Year are actually more sad than crying under the quilt

Carnival is a person's loneliness

But why don't I feel bad at all [laughs]

In fact, the owner's cook is not easy to do.

When the little boy A Fei was picked up, he gained more than a dozen catties, yes, that's it

When I write this, I want to directly type it as finished [just kidding]

Thinking about Aunt Gongsun not dead yet, she wilted in an instant

The materials I bought for the next pit have been bumpy on the road and have not yet arrived. The promised delivery today is all a lie to me!

What about trust between people!

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The domineering president is a good meme even if he is not a human being, isn't he?

Well, the president is the subject, and the main focus is writing. At present, this is basically the setting.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals are not allowed to become spirits, so the president will be an old antique, the kind that can enter a museum [what the hell?

In fact, thinking about this kind of old-fashioned and traditional, rigorous and tough character is also very touching [I just got locked in a chapter and still don’t repent.]

Probably an article full of my bad taste

Look at the stalks and characters I wrote down today

Give the president some wax first

In the end, the little angels of the routine fell down one by one, rubbing against each other

Go to sleep to make good night 030