Urban immortal cultivation master

"Wu Wu Wu..."

Sister arrived in time, Qiao Yumeng lying in her arms, crying.

"Shameless! Hooligans! Scum Qiao Xiangxue comforts her sister and stares at Luo Yu.

"Yu'er, this girl is my little daughter." Lin Huixin has no temper to introduce to Luo Yu. Although Luo Yu takes advantage of her little daughter, she can't do anything about Luo Yu.

Then, she came and patted her little daughter's pink back, "Yumeng, this is your brother-in-law Luo Yu. He didn't mean to peep at you. Don't cry."

"I don't have such a dirty husband!"

"I don't want such a big Coyote brother-in-law, wuwuwu..."

The two sisters spoke in unison.

This matter, no matter how Luo Yu explains, the sisters all affirmed Luo Yu's character is shameless.

Explain? Think much, Luo Yu chuckles, "this little girl big night break into other people's room, a little itchy skin."

What he said was polite enough.

In fact, Luo Yu wants to say that he is a little desperate.

Where Luoyu lies, how can he come and go freely? If it's in fairyland, the little girl is dead.

Immediately, Luo Yu questioned his wife, "where did you go just now?"

"It's up to you!" Qiao Xiangxue blushed.

Where else can she go? The room was occupied by some asshole, of course, I can only sleep in my sister's room.

The bad thing is that she just locked the door for fear that someone might come in at night. Maybe she was too tired to cry before, and her sister didn't hear her knocking at the door. However, little girl, she was so close to her that she couldn't get into her house, so she just went to her sister's to rub the bed.

"Well, well, it's all a misunderstanding. Go back to each room and have a rest early." Lin Huixin is very tired.

Luo Yu turns to enter the room and closes the door with his backhand. He can still hear the lock.

Qiao Yumeng wiped his tears, and his little face was suspicious. "Sister, that guy occupied your room, so you didn't care?"

Qiao Xiangxue wants to die with shame and indignation, but also wants to cry without tears.

She can't be indifferent, but someone's skin is thicker than the corner of the city wall.

"Mengmeng, I'll sleep with you tonight. No, I'll sleep with you later. I don't want to sleep with that guy."

"Oh."

……

Early in the morning.

"Feather son, wake up, come to have breakfast quickly."

Lin Huixin knocks on the door, complaining that the newly married uncle is not so nice. He is such a big man, and even sleeps late. No wonder his daughter doesn't like him.

Inside the house, Luo Yu stood up from the sitting, spitting white fog at his mouth.

At the beginning of the rising of the sun, all things are full of vigor and vitality. From ancient times to the present, anyone who wants to seek the Tao must rise up after hearing the chicken, drink the morning dew in the deep mountains, and ascend the mountain to pick up the Qi from the East.

How can ordinary people understand the value of morning?

Came to the downstairs kitchen, a large long table, spread with white tablecloth and bouquet, full of all kinds of breakfast.

Qiao's breakfast is very particular. Pumpkin cake, Shaomai and ice cream are all hand-made by the chef. They are exquisite in appearance and attractive in color, so they have a good appetite.

In addition, there are some rare treasures that will not appear on the ordinary people's table, such as black caviar with bread, high-grade white truffle for vegetable salad and porridge.

In addition, Qiao's kitchen utensils are also high-grade ceramics comparable to American banquet, which are very beautiful.

"What kind of people? They have to be urged by their elders to eat and treat themselves as old masters..."

Qiao Xiangxue sat in front of the window, bathed in the morning light, tearing bread in her hand, grumbling.

The way she ate was very elegant. She tore off the bread piece by piece, dipped it in butter jam, and chewed it slowly.

Qiao Yumeng, on the other hand, lowers her head and drinks porridge. She ignores Luo Yu completely. The little girl goes out for a while and misses breakfast at home.

Luo Yu sat down, took a small spoon and put some porridge in his mouth. His eyes lit up slightly: "this porridge is good. Is it Xiangshui Gongmi?"

People put down the tableware, surprised to see.

This guy can sing the origin of that bowl of white porridge. With his family background, he should not have been able to touch such high-grade rice before, right?

Luo Yu doesn't care much about their eyes. He likes this bowl of porridge very much and takes another bite with a spoon.

This small bowl of porridge is as white as snow and jade. It has a lingering white air and a refreshing fragrance. It is specially carved with plumes and is full of gold and porcelain. It is full of wealth.

Xiangshui Gongmi, the imperial rice in ancient times, is the great love of the imperial family. In modern times, it is also the first choice for state banquet.

In the background of Luoyu's present life, it is true that it has never been so luxurious. But in the past, the imperial family offered sacrifices to heaven and worshiped the gods, and the rice served on jade plates in front of the throne of Yusheng was also this kind of delicacy, and the taste was naturally unforgettable.

"Yu'er, sprinkle a little white truffle and caviar, it will be better to eat. If you want to eat salty, then put some rose salt, if you want to eat sweet, here are all kinds of superior nectar and preserved fruit..."

Lin Huixin stands up and wants to add flavor to Luo Yu. The Qiao family has a lot of experience on how to enjoy Xiangshui Gongmi. This lady Qiao is elegant, virtuous and good-natured. She has great attainments in the study of delicious food. For decades, she has cultivated her family's stomach very skillfully.

"No Luo Yu raised his hand.

"Yu'er, do you only like light?" Lin Huixin is strange.

"Do you have preserved eggs?" Luo Yu asked.

"Pipan..." the whole family was stiff.

How can the vulgar food like preserved egg get on Qiao's table?

"He doesn't like light, but heavy mouth!" Qiao Yumeng, who is eating hard, raises her small face and spits out her tongue at Luo Yu.

The little girl's face is still covered with rice grains. She looks cute and cute.

"That... Preserved egg is not ready today. If yu'er likes it, I'll let the housekeeper pay attention to it tomorrow." Lin Huixin smiles awkwardly and sighs secretly.

Sure enough, he grew up in an ordinary rich family. The delicacies on the table are not as good as his nostalgia for those vulgar snacks. This kind of preference is just enough at home. It would be a joke to follow Xiang Xue to attend high-class parties and dinners.

"Mom, why do you follow him in everything? He has hands and feet. He wants to eat preserved egg porridge and go to the stall outside."

Qiao Xiangxue can't help but get angry. Just now Luo Yu recognized Xiangshui Gongmi. She was still a little impressed. As a result, three sentences revealed her appearance.

Vulgar!

too vulgar to be endured!

Preserved egg with Xiangshui Gongmi will spoil the emperor's ration for nothing, OK?

In Luo Yu's opinion, it is indeed a bit of waste. But so what? Delicacies, royal feast, the previous life is just the sacrifice of the monarch Dynasty in front of the throne, inexhaustible, inexhaustible.

In this life, Luoyu's starting point is the lowest in history. Just in time, let Yusheng taste all the flavors in this world. Why not?

After dinner, Qiao Yumeng, who didn't pay attention to Luo Yu in the morning, actually stuck up and acted like a spoiled girl. "Brother in law, can you do someone a favor?"

"Go ahead."

"I'd like to play badminton with my sister for a while. You can help us go upstairs and take down the equipment. It's in the storage room." The girl blinked.

Luo Yu gently jaw head, turn the moment, girl big eyes, flash a ray of schadenfreude.

After people left, Qiao Xiangxue came over, "Mengmeng, is this a bit cruel? The cat is not generally fierce to strangers."

"Well! Who let this guy peep at Miss Ben? Meina had better dig out his eyes! "