Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 47 He is pretending

When Jiang Fuyuan first went out, she glanced at her neighbors and saw only a towering wall as far as the eye could see. Several early plum trees planted inside the wall poked out from inside, and a few flowers were faintly sprouting from the branches.

She thought that the person next door was just a rich man with a large property and a big house, but she didn't expect that he turned out to be a general.

"But shouldn't the General's Mansion be in Jiufeng? Even if it's bad, it should be in Jiudian, right?" Jiang Fuyuan asked curiously.

"The most indispensable thing in Jingzhou is the royal relatives. In addition to the princes and princes of Jiufeng, there are also countless in-laws and distant relatives. Many of them just occupy insignificant positions and are just eating the royal food." Uncle Zhao pointed to the roadside casually. The store's signboard, "If this plaque falls, it can knock out several princes."

Jiang Fuyuan: ...It looks so worthless.

Someone suddenly shouted in the noisy street: "Master Chess has set up a gambling game again!"

Suddenly, the pedestrians on the street stopped what they were doing, and flocked to a restaurant with their friends and companions. In an instant, the street with people coming and going became empty, and even a bit strangely desolate.

Before Jiang Fuyuan had time to ask questions this time, Uncle Zhao explained: "The chess master is good at chess and gambling. Every time he will set up an end game for someone to break. During the break, the restaurant can place bets on the success or failure of the break. During this period He pays for all the food in the restaurant, so the gambling games he sets up are very attractive."

Zhao Bole said cheerfully: "Let's not join in the fun. I know a stall selling cold cakes is very famous. Let's..."

"Let's also go see Mr. Chess."

Picking up the two cubs, Jiang Fuyuan followed the flow of people firmly into the restaurant, not forgetting to turn around and greet Uncle Zhao: "Hurry, or you won't get a good seat."

Uncle Zhao:......

The original name of Chess Master is Mu Zening, but he felt that being called by his real name was too out of style, so he spent a lot of gold and silver on people to call him Chess Master.

The young master in chess, hehe, sounds very powerful.

Although people often mocked him privately as a stinky chess player and a prodigal playboy, they couldn't resist throwing real money and money at him. Who would be in trouble with money? As time went by, people began to call him chess master.

"Master Chess, what are the odds today?"

"Master Chess is so awesome! He has found a new endgame!"

Some people were booing and watching the fun, and some were fawning over and hoping for a reward if Mu Zening slipped through his fingers. The whole restaurant was packed and in full swing.

There was a square open space in the middle of the restaurant hall. Mu Zening sat in it, shaking the fan in his left hand and holding a cup of fragrant tea in his right hand, sipping slowly under the attention of everyone.

In front of him was a Qinglong beheading game. The black stone seemed to occupy most of the country, but in fact it was leaderless. The white stone was biting the key points, leading to a stalemate.

Jiang Fuyuan commandeered a table on the side of the second floor. Through the low railing, he could see Mu Zening and the chessboard when he lowered his head.

The first thing she did when she sat down was not to see the chess master downstairs, but to call the waiter and order a table full of refreshments in one breath.After the plates of fragrant pastries were served, she quickly rolled up her sleeves for the two Zaizai.

"Big baby, eat this, it's delicious."

"Wait a minute, second baby. Grandma will help you peel this skin off."

The chopsticks were flying, and soon a small mountain was piled up in the small bowl in front of the two Zaizai.

Uncle Zhao sitting opposite: ...Are they living a life of hunger at home? How can they eat so much...

While Jiang Fuyuan stuffed honey-glazed lotus root slices into her mouth, she called to Uncle Zhao: "You're welcome, Uncle Zhao, eat more."

It’s free, so if you miss a bite, you’ll lose!

Someone downstairs began to challenge the end game. He could only bet two pieces amidst the cheers of the crowd, and then lost in a cold sweat, and then retreated in despair amidst the cheers of the people.

Every time someone failed in the challenge, Mu Zening took out a piece of silver and placed it on the chess board, which attracted even more enthusiastic cheers from the people.

"Master Chess is great! Master Chess is amazing!"

After a while, a shining silver mountain was piled up on the small square chess game.

Ke Mingsong was holding a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and chewing it, his cheeks bulging like a cute little squirrel.The little squirrel curiously looked at the man shaking the fan downstairs, and asked Jiang Fuyuan: "Auntie, what is this person doing?" There was a lot of people, Jiang Fuyuan lowered his head to peel the shrimp for the little cub, but did not hear what the big cub said clearly. He asked: "Dad, what did you say?"

"I said, this man is so strange. What is he doing?"

At this time, the silver mountain base on the chess game was too high and was about to collapse. Mu Zening was very satisfied with the effect, so he stood up, raised his hands and pressed down, preparing to announce the end of the chess game and enter the reward phase.

In an instant, people's cheers stopped, and the restaurant fell into silence.

In the silence, Jiang Fuyuan's answer was particularly clear.

"He's showing off."

……

Pretentious Mu Zening:...

People who had their voices heard:...

"Who! Who said that!" Mu Zening opened the folding fan and shook it wildly to relieve the embarrassment. His triangular eyes were half-closed and he looked around for the person who made the sound.

Just as Jiang Fuyuan was about to respond, Uncle Zhao held her back and whispered: "Don't be impulsive. A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake."

Someone nearby had already looked at their table and saw that their family was old and young, and they all chose to remain silent.

Mu Zening, who couldn't find anyone, became angry and shouted at the waiter: "Close the door! If we don't find this person today, no one can leave!"

The loud sound frightened the small bodies of Ke Mingsong and Ke Mingbai, and they unconsciously leaned towards Jiang Fuyuan.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned, who are these people, why are they still scaring children?

She smiled reassuringly at Uncle Zhao, stood up and protected the two cubs behind her. She put one hand on the railing, looked down at the incompetent and furious chess master downstairs, and said coolly: "Don't show off. Pretending to be struck by lightning.”

"You! Say! What! What!" Mu Zening gritted his teeth and looked up to the second floor. When he saw that familiar face, he was stunned, "Dianqi? You... aren't you dead?"

What kind of strange quarrel is this?Come up and curse the other person to death first?

Jiang Fuyuan sneered and scolded him back without mercy: "July [-]th has passed, how did you come out?"

Mu Zening stared at her with a strange expression, his eyebrows, his half-smiling look, and the arrogance he unconsciously revealed when he looked down at others... He was very sure that this person was Dian Qi.

But the news from my family is that she had thrown herself into a well after being divorced and returned to her parents' home.

After waiting for a long time, the other party didn't reply. Jiang Fuyuan:?With this little fighting power, you still want to imitate other people's talk?

[Okay, I’m a short-tongued eater, so I managed to get a big meal in the restaurant. 】

Jiang Fuyuan decided to let Mu Zening go. She silently glanced at him, looking like an unlucky guy.

Out of good intentions, she warned: "Watch the sky when walking, be careful of bloody disasters."

Alas, it is indeed Dianqi, and he still talks like this!
Mu Zening froze, and then ran towards the door as if an evil ghost was chasing him.

Before they reached the door, someone on the second floor leaned over to watch the show and knocked down a dish. A whole bowl of scalding soup fell from the sky and was poured on top of Mu Zening's head as he ran.

"Ah good--"

The words "hot" didn't come out, and he stepped on the bowl again.

Under the dual effects of the greasy soup and the sharp broken porcelain pieces, Mu Zening lost his balance and threw himself to the ground. His head hit the threshold with a thud, his eyes rolled, and he passed out.

(End of this chapter)