Super Wizard

When Fang Ming came down from the second floor, he saw a picture of the underworld looking like Liuyue.

The black snake organization Liuyuetianwang will appear in his shop.

"Fang Ming, do you know this person?"

Dazhu doesn't believe what Liu Yue said about smashing the scene. He thinks this man who looks better than a woman should be an acquaintance of Fang Ming. The previous words were a joke.

Fang Ming's eyes stared at Liuyue, the other party would appear here, and apparently investigated himself after that night.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, don't you open a store, then the door is the guest, how do you treat the guest? Don't you even have a cup of tea?"

"Do you think you are a guest?" Fang Ming asked back.

"Of course I am not a guest, I came here to smash the scene."

When Liuyue swung her right hand, the blade appeared on her hand again. When she saw the blade appearing on Liuyue's hand, Dazhu's face changed greatly. Behind.

"Do you know when a swordsman is the scariest?"

"I don't know." Hua Mingming replied subconsciously.

"The most terrifying time for a swordsman is not when the knife is out, but when the knife is in the hand." Liuyue suddenly raised her right hand, and the blade turned into a stream of light.

"Because, at the moment when the sword is shot, the enemy is already down, and a dead person does not know to be afraid and afraid."

Fang Ming turned his head, and the blade shot directly on the wooden board of the stairs behind him.

On the stairs, old Huang squinted and lay there, and Liuyue's knife just happened to be in front of it, and the strong wind made the dog's hair fall a few more.

"Liuyue Flying Knife, the knife has no false hair."

Liuyue was very proud, but the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

Lao Huang stood up, and a pair of dog eyes stared at Liuyue with dissatisfied eyes. The dog's paw directly shot the blade under the board, and then walked towards Liuyue with the dog's paw.

"Fuck, Fang Ming hurry up and stop your dog!"

When I saw Lao Huang standing up, Liuyue was blown. He was not afraid of anything in his life. The only thing he was afraid of was the dog.

Seeing Liuyue's anxious look and some trembling body, Fang Ming was surprised, one of the four kings of the black snake organization would be afraid of dogs?

"Do you know when a dog is the scariest?"

"When?"

"When disturbed by sleep."

At this moment, Liuyue could no longer maintain the previous dashing appearance, and his body even shivered a little, as Lao Huang approached step by step, when he was three meters away from him.

"Fang Ming, you're lucky this time, I'll come to the next time."

Even the knife could not be retrieved, Liuyue was a turn turned into a scud and ran towards the door of the shop.

It's just that he didn't run, but his old Huang yelled, and his body turned into a Huang Ying quickly chased out.

"This? Fang Ming, are you sure this person is not funny?"

Hua Mingming stood up from the counter, and Fang Ming twitched at the corner of his mouth, looking at the body where the old Huang chased out of the door, and for a moment did not know what to say.

A few minutes later, Lao Huang came back, biting a piece of fabric in his mouth, Fang Ming recognized at a glance, this is the material of Liuyue's trousers.

"Wang Wangwang."

Lao Huang returned to the stairs, and then sat on the fabric with a buttocks, there was a triumphant gesture of returning with a trophy victory.

A corner of the antique city.

Liuyue looked pale, looking at the trousers that had been torn away, crying without tears.

"Damn the dog, dare to bite my pants, it's really hateful, I..."

"I didn't expect that the magnificent Liuyuetian King would be afraid of a dog."

A cold voice came out, Lengyue didn't know when she appeared in the alley, looking at Liuyue's embarrassed appearance, with a sneer on her face.

"Hey, you don't understand. My knife only kills people, not lives."

Almost in a flash, Liuyue regained her dashing appearance, flicked the bangs, and the sunset cast on him, pulling his figure very long.

"I don't understand, but don't forget, that ring must be taken back." Lengyue didn't care about Liuyue's words, because Liuyue was different from the three of them.

"The ring will be taken back, but not now."

Liuyue didn't speak any more, walked towards the depths of the alley with her feet, the high and low trousers are so funny, Lengyue looked at the disappearing back of Liuyue, and looked back at the direction of Wu Daoguan, the look changed Uncertainly, he turned around and left in the direction where Liuyue disappeared.

...

Dream Home, Modu's premier high-end villa community, a villa that Ling Mumei bought in Modu is here.

"Fang Ming, you are here, sit down."

When Ling Chuchu opened the door, Fang Ming's expression was weird. Ling Mumei's voice came from the kitchen, because in addition to this sound, a burning smell also flew out of it.

"My aunt is cooking inside, but that cooking is really not good."

When Ling Chuchu said this, she kept staring at Fang Ming, didn’t she say that if a woman wants to catch a man, he must first catch a man’s stomach, his aunt wouldn’t cook at all. Fang Ming doesn't like it.

Fang Ming smiled. Actually, in his expectation, a president of a large company is so busy with official duties every day. He often flies around home and abroad. Even if he has learned cooking, he may forget it.

"Fang Ming, you can watch TV first. The dishes will be fine after a while. There are fresh fruits just bought on the table."

Ling Mumei shouted towards the door, and her heart was also very depressed at the moment. She wanted to cook for herself a meal for her son, who had been lost for more than 20 years, but after an hour passed, she made it. Three courses, and the appearance is not good.

Seven fish were burnt by her, and several dishes were scorched. If it wasn't for the fact that there were indeed many dishes bought this time, I'm afraid there would be no ingredients.

"Aunt Ling, let me help you, I also learned a little cooking."

Feeling the peculiar smell in the kitchen, Fang Ming also knew that he could not go on like this, even if it was for the sake of a few people's stomachs, Aunt Ling could not continue to stay in the kitchen.

"No... no need, I can do it."

Ling Mumei looked at Fang Ming who walked into the kitchen, and when he said this, he had a lack of confidence, especially those scorched dishes that had just been dumped by him in the trash bin were so brightly placed there.

"It's okay, just when I was a kid, I also learned a bit of cooking, otherwise Aunt Ling, you can help me wash these vegetables."

Hearing Fang Ming's words, Ling Mumei didn't insist anymore. Instead, she smiled and stood aside to wash vegetables.

Because she suddenly wanted to open it, since she couldn't cook a meal for her son, but letting her son cook a meal for herself was the same.

Fish, meat... All kinds of food are processed very quickly in Fang Ming's hands, because he did learn cooking for a while.

That was about ten years ago. At that time, the aunt asked by Taoist went back because something went wrong in the house, and there were no idlers in the village at the time. The job of cooking finally fell on Fang Ming.

Fang Ming knows his master very well, and his stomach is very good. The general food can't satisfy him at all, so in the past few months, Fang Ming read the recipes left by a certain master chef in Taoist Temple, slowly. Slow cooking will be promoted.

However, Fang Ming's skill is to make Ling Mumei look aside, because she knows that nowadays young people don't know how to cook before they get married, especially boys.

But her son has such a skilled cooking skills, which shows that his son's previous life was very difficult. Thinking that her son might endure hardship when she was a child, she could not help but shed tears.

"Aunt, what's wrong with you?"

Outside the kitchen, Ling Chuchu felt that she could not give her aunt and Fang Ming the opportunity to get along alone, but when she walked to the kitchen door, she saw her aunt looked at Fang Ming with a sentimental look.

Yes, in Ling Chuchu's eyes, his aunt's eyes were sentimental, and even the corners of her eyes were wet, how much love you have.

"I just accidentally spiced my eyes when I washed the peppers."

Ling Mumei hurriedly found an excuse to scorn the past, her niece was a sperm, and she couldn't be seen by her.

"Aunt Ling, why don't you go outside? There's nothing to help here, it's almost time for dinner."

After putting the last vegetable in the pan and frying, Fang Ming suggested to Ling Mumei.

"OK, then we will wait outside for your delicious food."

Ling Mumei did not insist that the kitchen was indeed not suitable for her, or sit at the dinner table and wait for his son's delicious meals.

Dinner, dinner...

On the dinner table, Ling Mumei kept giving Fang Ming food.

"Eat more, boys can't be so thin."

"This is good, lower the fire, eat more in the summer."

Ling Mumei's behavior at the dinner table This time, not only did Ling Chuchu see something wrong, even Dazhu felt it, and this lady Ling Ling seemed to be overly concerned.

Looking at the bowl full of vegetables, Fang Ming didn't know what to say. Half of the whole fish was caught in his bowl by Aunt Ling.

To be honest, he is not the kind of person who can accept the enthusiasm of others, but I don't know why, every time Aunt Ling's picking vegetables, facing the other person's expectant eyes, he can't always say no.

"Fang Ming, you lived in a mountain village when you were a child. You should have had a very hard life. They all said that the children of poor families have been in charge of it for a long time. Your cooking skills are so good.

Hearing Ling Mumei’s words, Dazhu rolled his eyes in a rare way. The children in the mountain village can’t compare with the children in the city, but Fang Ming is definitely an exception.

Lao Shenxian is rich, so Fang Ming didn't need to say that he grew up with big fish and meat, and he didn't eat less game. Even when he was a kid, he often rubbed with Fang Ming in Taoist temples. Ordinary people can't afford bird's nest. Fang Ming used to gargle.