God of Cookery Live Room

Chapter 271 Remember
As soon as Chen Er finished saying this, Yu Mo became excited all of a sudden.

He stretched out his withered arms and waved them in the air, like a drowning man struggling desperately, trying to grab a life-saving straw in a panic.

Helplessly, there was a table between him and Chen Er.

He struggled desperately there for a long time, but he couldn't grab a piece of Chen Er's clothes.

Chen Er was unexpectedly calm at the moment. He looked at Yu Mo without any emotion in his eyes.

It's like looking at something that has nothing to do with me.

Yu Mo vigorously patted the wheelchair under him.

His son quickly understood and pushed him to Chen Er.

"This is my last wish before I die..."

Chen Er tilted his neck and glanced at him, then looked elsewhere.

He said lightly, "That's just right. After you die, you might be able to meet my great-grandfather and the others."

"Wouldn't it be more sincere to apologize in person."

Yu Mo didn't seem to have thought that Chen Er would say such a thing at all, and was stunned for a while, and didn't answer for a long time.

Yu Mo's grandson immediately stood up.

Teng Teng rushed to Chen Er in two steps.

He said aggressively, "You have the guts to say it again!"

Chen Er didn't even bother to look at him.

The middle-aged man became even more angry. He rolled up his sleeves with his palm and was about to raise his fist.

Yu Mo, who was curled up in the wheelchair, suddenly spoke.

"Can I go see...them again, one more time..."

Chen Er nodded, "Anything you want."

The middle-aged man was dragged to the back and given a severe lesson.

A group of people pushed Yu Mo and followed behind Chen Er who was walking slowly.

Then we left the hotel together.

At this time, in the corner of the hotel restaurant.

A beautiful woman in a black leather jacket and leather skirt began to cry loudly.

And cry louder and louder.

I don't know, I thought she was broken in love or something.

While crying, Li Sisi pulled out a tissue and blew an earth-shattering snot.

He didn't care about his image at all.

"Miserable! It is too miserable!"

"From being rich for three generations to being poor, not to mention, parents are dead!"

"Such a miserable person, to be bought and killed..."

Li Sisi wiped her face clean, then put on her sunglasses again.

"Hey, because you are so miserable and handsome, I will treat you more lightly."

Li Sisi quickly paid the bill, then grabbed her bag, and followed Chen Er and his party again.

Maybe it was because he received too much information all at once, and Chen Er didn't say a word along the way.

But he didn't make a thoughtful expression either.

Therefore, his appearance, in the eyes of others, seemed a bit serious and expressionless.

Yu Mo was sitting in a wheelchair, and his mental state was extremely good.

It's just that he didn't know what he was thinking about, and he didn't notice the situation of the people around him at all, so he didn't know what Chen Er's expression was.

Yu Mo's sons and grandsons were a little uneasy.

They felt that Chen Er's expression was too serious, could it be that he was planning something secretly?

The location of the cemetery is very remote.

It was already afternoon, and it was almost evening.

There was a red fire cloud in the sky.

The glowing red sunset also renders the green plants on the ground red.

Like the afterglow of a leaking gem.

Chen Er led them to the cemetery.

Then he stepped into a piece of shallow grass and stood aside, watching them.

Yu Mo's eyes fell on the two dilapidated grave bags.

"Master, young mistress... I'm here to see you..."

A gust of mountain wind blew past, rustling the pear trees not far away.

Yu Mo raised his head and looked at the sky.

The person following him suddenly shivered suddenly.

Chen Er leisurely stood aside.

Yu Mo lowered his head slowly.

His son handed him three sticks of incense that had already been lit.

Yu Mo took it with trembling hands, and was about to bow to Grandpa Chen Er's tombstone.

Another gust of mountain wind blew by, and the three sticks of incense were extinguished at the same time.

Chen Er unconsciously raised his eyebrows.

Yu Mo's hands trembled even more.

Yu Mo's grandson was startled and said, "It's broad daylight! It's too penetrating!"

"Nonsense! Didn't you see that it was blown out by the wind?" Yu Mo's son hurriedly taught him a lesson.

Yu Mo tightly held the three sticks of incense in his hand.

His eyes fell on the dilapidated tombstone.

"The young master and the young mistress are blaming Yu Mo..."

He didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes suddenly drifted far away.

The sunset glow of the distant mountains was reflected in his eyes, like a red flame.

Yu Mo still remembered when he saw his two masters for the first time.

At that time, there was no war in Huaxia.

The Jiangnan area is quiet and quiet.

Although Yu Mo is a domestic servant, he is not a domestic servant who grew up at home since he was a child.

He escaped from the famine area and fled all the way to the Jiangnan area.

I haven't eaten enough food for several months, and my calves are trembling when I walk.

He has no strength, no skills, and even a clean steamed bun for begging.

In desperation, he found a dental firm that buys and sells people.

He intends to sell himself into slavery.

However, even Ren Yazi disliked him for being thin and weak, and worried that he would not be able to get a good price, so he was unwilling to accept him.

At that time, he was not even qualified to put a straw in his head.

He hugged Ren Yazi's thigh tightly, begging Ren Yazi to accept him, otherwise he would starve to death.

The people in the dental shop coaxed and beat him, and kicked him out of the house.

Wearing thin sackcloth, he rolled around in the muddy water and lay trembling on the bluestone slabs of the street. When the autumn wind blew, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, a carriage rolled by.

In front of the carriage was tied a snow-white horse.

The horse kicked its slender and beautiful hooves, and with a light sweep of its long tail behind its buttocks, it stopped in front of his eyes.

He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes blurred by dirty muddy water.

He could only vaguely see an exquisite carriage.

The carriage is carved with intricate patterns, and in front of it hangs a curtain woven with gold and carved patterns and a dangling white jade ring.

That snow-white jade was even whiter and more beautiful than the best steamed buns he had ever eaten.

The driver jumped out of the car and raised a corner of the curtain with his hand.

Then came a voice from the carriage.

"You want to sell yourself into slavery?"

The voice was mellow and calm. It was clearly coming from a high place, but it had a deep feeling, as far away as a mountain cloud.

He struggled up from the muddy water, stretched out his dirty palms, and tried to grab the edge of the carriage.

But at a glance, he saw a clean as new cushion on the carriage.

So he withdrew his hand and said loudly, "Yes!"

A woman's low voice came from the carriage.

The voice was so low and soft that it was hard to hear.

Then it was the man talking again.

"Okay, we'll accept you."

After a while, there was another sound in the car.

"From now on, your name is Yu Mo."

"Beside the inkstone washing stone pool, there is the fragrance of remaining ink."

(End of this chapter)