mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 807

It was another sunny day, and Xue Nuofu sat in the yard with eighteen monks and two newly joined elderly members.

Everyone has a small horse under their buttocks. If they put a big blackboard in front of them, they will probably be considered as a pyramid scheme to brainwash people.

Xiao Feng came out and saw the people sitting in the yard waiting for dinner, asked: "Who among you can cook?"

In fact, Du Qingyue originally planned to cook, but was severely stopped by Xiao Feng.

After Butcher Zhang died, he still had to eat hairy pigs?
He didn't believe that after Zhao Guoan went on strike, no one would be in charge.

The monks were the first to express their views, shaking their heads in unison, indicating that none of them knew how to cook.

Xue Nuofu said: "I know a little bit, but in cooking, there is a lot of oily smoke, which is too harmful to the skin."

The implication is that I don't cook, I have to find someone else.

However, what Xiao Feng paid attention to was not the extraneous meaning, but the information revealed in Xue Nuofu's words.

"Old Xue, I find that you are a little bit perverted."

"Why did you become perverted?"

Xiao Feng said with a serious expression: "To be honest, I have never seen a man who pays attention to skin care all day long."

"Tch!" Xue Nuofu said in a "rare and strange" tone: "Is it abnormal to pay attention to skin care? Who stipulates that men can't pursue beauty?"

"Wait, wait!" Kai Fanmou looked at Xue Nuofu in disbelief, and interjected, "You...are you a man?"

Xue Nuofu glared at him, turned his head aside, and did not reply.

Hui Shiba nodded and gave an affirmative answer.

"..." Fan mold.

I have been romantic for half my life, but at this age, how can I be attracted to a man?

"Pfft!" Old Ha beside him couldn't hold back his laughter.

Even though I knew it was no wonder I was a fan, I still couldn't help but want to laugh!

"Old man, you still have today, hahahahaha!" Old Ha laughed wantonly, patted his thigh, and even squeezed out a few drops of tears.

Fan Kai's face turned dark, he stood up abruptly, raised his hand and said, "Boss, I'll report that Lao Ha used to be a cook in the school cafeteria, and he can cook big pots of rice."

"Oh?" Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at Lao Ha, this old boy is very dishonest.

Lao Ha also stood up and said: "Boss, I'm a helper in the kitchen. I just wash vegetables, cut a porridge, and so on. I haven't cooked vegetables before."

"It's okay, I trust you!" Xiao Feng said cheerfully.

After finishing speaking, he turned his gaze to everyone and asked for their opinions: "Comrade Ha will show us something for today's breakfast, okay?"

"Good!" Kai Fanmou took the lead in applauding.

The monks, who always liked to boo, got up and applauded immediately. Those who wore aprons wore aprons, and those who wore hats wore hats. They soon dressed Lao Ha as a chef.

Amidst the noise, Xiao Feng looked at Xue Nuofu.

As if sensing something, Xue Nuofu turned his head to meet the looking gaze, and nodded imperceptibly.

He understood that Xiao Feng's eyes meant looking at Old Ha and Kai Fanmou.

After all, if you want to bring people down without using force, poisoning the food is undoubtedly one of the best ways.

After working for an hour and a half, everyone finally ate the breakfast produced by Lao Ha.

A stir-fried tofu with green onions, a stir-fried shredded pork with pepper, and a vinegared cabbage, plus a pot of polenta.

"Not bad, Lao Ha's craftsmanship is really amazing!" Fan Kai said full of praise.

The rest of the people nodded in agreement. Although it is not a rare delicacy in the world, the taste is quite passable.

Of course, these are not the main ones.

Best of all, the fact that you don't have to do it yourself is commendable for that alone.

As for Lao Ha, who was praised by everyone, he was so tired that he looked like no one.

Sweat fell to the ground, and a man sat on the horseshoe panting heavily, looking at Kaifan mold with plaintive and angry eyes.

"I propose that during the period when Lao Zhao is unable to work, Comrade Ha will cook for us. Can you agree?" Xiao Feng stood on the steps and raised his arms.

Everyone applauded and cheered, only Xue Nuofu was relatively calm.

As the leader second only to Xiao Feng, he naturally couldn't boo along with him, and his majesty must be maintained after all.

After breakfast, Xiao Feng went to Zhao Guoan's house next door.

As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Lin Jiaxuan holding her knees with both hands, gritting her teeth and walking step by step, her forehead was dripping with sweat, as if every step took a lot of effort.

And the little girl followed beside her, her eyes full of distress, she seemed to be preparing for Lin Jiaxuan's fall at any moment.

"Xiaoxuan, if you are tired, stop and rest for a while." Xiao Feng said lightly.

Lin Jiaxuan squeezed out a few words between her teeth: "Don't worry about it!"

"I don't care about you, can you have today?" Xiao Feng said unhappily, "However, you seem to be a little taller."

At this time, Sun Shijie, who was sitting at a square table drinking tea, said: "It will take a process to fully recover, and it is not obvious yet. When all her body skills return to normal, it will be the time to really grow her body."

"Then when will she be able to take care of herself?" Xiao Feng asked.

Hearing this, the little girl supported Lin Jiaxuan and said, "Look, brother Xiao Feng still cares about you very much."

But Xiao Feng rushed to Sun Shijie and asked again: "Is there any way to make her recover as soon as possible, I am waiting for her to serve me with tea and water, pinching her shoulders and beating her legs."

"Sister Shihan, are you sure you care about me?" Lin Jiaxuan snorted coldly.

"..." Little girl.

Sun Shijie replied: "The power of medicine is limited after all. It is already a great opportunity to reach this point. There is no way to demand too much, and we can only recover slowly."

Xiao Feng's face was full of regret, and then he had nothing to say, "How did you find the story you passed on?"

"It's not that easy." Sun Shijie sighed, "I've already thought about it. If I can't find it anymore, I can only pass it on to Zhao Guoan."

"Then you have to think it over." Xiao Feng said with a smile: "Old Zhao is a tough guy, he is famous for his love of stepping on thunder, if it is really passed on to him, there is a danger of losing it in minutes."

Sun Shijie took a sip of tea and said: "Then it can only be said that we are doing our best and obeying the destiny. Some people have countless disciples, but they still can't continue the inheritance when they arrive.

Some only accept one or two disciples, but the inheritance continues to this day.

Everything is fate, and it is not in the slightest! "

In fact, Sun Shijie already had this intention in this regard. It was not entirely out of resentment towards Sun Yiyang that Zhao Guoan and Sun Yiyang were asked to sever the relationship between master and apprentice and switch to his own sect.

"It is said that a thousand-mile horse is always there, and Bole is hard to find. I believed this when I was young, but it sounds nonsense now." Sun Shijie clenched his teacup tightly, as if complaining about the injustice of the sky.

Xiao Feng poured himself a cup of tea and said: "It should be said that the probability of meeting Qianlima and Bole is equal to each other.

No matter how fast the Maxima is, no matter how wise Bole is, it is useless not to see each other. "

Sun Shijie didn't speak, but it was mainly due to lack of time.

If we go back 20 years, or even [-] years, he wouldn't be so desperate.

(End of this chapter)