I really want to be a cook

Also, it was my fault that I took the young master's money before, but I really didn't spend a penny, it's all here.

Young master, take back the money and act as if you have never seen Lao Qiu and me, okay? "

Qiu Ba spread out his hands, inside were pieces of silver leaves with tooth marks, and looked at Qiu Ba's bloodshot eyes full of struggle.

What the hell!

How is this going?

Jiang Ping was dumbfounded.

He tried his best to recall what he did after meeting Qiu Daoyu and his son that day.

Very polite, could it be that I didn't smile sincerely enough that day?

Jiang Ping knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so after meeting him, he didn't rush to find it.

Make a good impression first, and then spend two days inquiring about the background and preferences of the Qiu family and his son from other people, so as to prescribe the right medicine.

But the ghost knows what messed things up in Qiu Ba's mind in the past two days, and he knelt down and begged for mercy as soon as they met.

Made, have you ever seen such a handsome man come to seek revenge? !

Jiang Ping really wanted to reprimand him severely, but considering that he had a good father, he turned sideways to avoid it, then helped Qiu Ba up, and said with a wry smile:

"Brother Qiu, what are you doing? It confuses me."

Qiu Ba acted like I knew everything, and wanted to kneel again.

But he is a street gangster, how can he compare to Jiang Ping, the half-step master's methods, he can't kneel down even after exhausting all his strength, and his face is even more horrified.

Indeed a master!

Qiu Ba became more convinced of his speculation.

With a mournful face, he said sadly: "I know that Lao Qiu didn't learn well when he was young and offended many people.

My mother told me before that when she saw my father, my father was covered in blood, and he must have been hunted down.

But all these years have passed, he is now too old to even hold a hammer, he is sick, he likes to drink too much, and I am such a good-for-nothing son who can't even marry a wife, it seems that Laoqiu's family is going to die up.

He is pitiful enough, can you let him go? "

Jiang Ping didn't expect Qiu Ba to be so ruthless. In order to pretend to be pitiful, he even scolded himself.

However, he finally figured out Qiu Ba's brain circuit, and he was relieved immediately. How deep the misunderstanding is now, and how true the relationship will be when they reconcile later.

"Brother Qiu misunderstood!"

Jiang Ping looked heartbroken and said loudly into the room:

"I just came here admiring Senior Qiu, and I didn't have any malicious intentions. The last time we met, I was too abrupt. This time I was going to pay a formal visit, but unexpectedly, I was misunderstood by Brother Qiu. It really is..."

"It really hurts me too!"

"Huh? Didn't you come here to seek revenge?"

"Not really!"

Jiang Ping was very sincere.

"Have you ever seen someone bring a gift to seek revenge?"

He took out a small gift box from his arms, which was the rouge he was going to bring to the daughter of the Gengzhi family.

Right now it's being used as a prop.

Qiu Ba's eyes moved, as if the whole person came alive.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

He first picked up the silver leaves that fell on the ground, blew on the ashes, put them all in his arms, and then walked into the inner room with his head held high.

Not long after, he heard a very proud voice:

"Old Qiu, you just like to make a fuss, and the young master just admires your craftsmanship and came to pay a visit. You acted like a life-and-death enmity.

It caused me to not sleep well for two days, and I was so worried that someone would suddenly come over and take my life.

Still staring at me? !

If it weren't for me, you would be able to eat and drink well every day. See what this is?

silver? !

Without me earning money, you can drink all day long, and call me a little bastard, a little bastard, and a little bitch? !

Hurry up and put down your knife, this knife is so evil, you can hold it with an old bone, and it is not too cold. If you get rheumatism in the future, it will always hurt when it rains.

I'm telling you"

"roll!"

Peng la cla!

With the sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping, Qiu Ba came out of the room cursing, and when he saw the dumbfounded Jiang Ping, he smiled flatteringly:

"Young master, don't worry, I've already convinced Lao Qiu to do whatever you want him to do, just ask him, I'll do it for him."

At this moment, a little old man in black clothes and black scarf came out of the inner room with a vicious look on his face.

He looked at his shameless son and shouted angrily:

"Get out of here!"

"Okay."

Qiu Baman replied nonchalantly, and then kept smiling flatteringly at Jiang Ping:

"My lord, wait a moment. I'll go out and get you some good wine and food. You guys will eat and chat later."

"Don't hurry up!"

The little old man was obviously irritated just now, and now he was very angry.

The figure of the master!

Jiang Ping never thought that Qiu Daoyu, who was rumored to kill people without blinking an eye, would raise such a son.

How to say?

One thing down one thing?

After Qiu Ba left, Jiang Ping laughed awkwardly, and said to Qiu Daoyu:

"Your nobleman really has a real temperament, he lives a chic life!"

Qiu Daoyu sighed and said:

"Which family are you descendant from?

Sorry, I killed so many people back then that I really can't remember.

But it's not as bad as the family, if you can let Xiao Ba go, I still want to thank you.

It's just that although I am old, I will not wait to be killed. "

He picked up a pitch-black broken knife, and the coldness on the knife was suffocating.

Jiang Ping: ""

What's going on with this family?

Don't I understand what I'm saying?

"Senior Qiu, have you misunderstood something?"

"At such a young age, he already has the cultivation level of a half-step master. Which family's core disciple is it, the Lingshui Dongmen family? Or the Shanyang Tusu family?"

Some people from these two families died at his hands back then, and they were still the kind of core children.

A dangerous atmosphere gradually filled the air.

The prestige of the tiger's death is still there, let alone a grandmaster who is not yet dead. If he really puts his life together, it is really difficult to kill a parallel importer like Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping understood.

Both the father and son are persecuted with delusional disorder, but the son is heartless and forgets when he turns around, while the father is stubborn and cannot be persuaded by a few words.

The real father and son are absolutely biological!

Jiang Ping didn't play tricks anymore, and if he continued playing, he might really kill himself.

Seeing Qiu Daoyu cut his sword across the sky, and a looming portal was ups and downs above his head, Jiang Ping shouted decisively:

"Help!"

Chapter 53 You asked me if I was afraid, of course I said no!

"Help!"

The words are correct and the accent is round, and Jiang Ping's voice of help is full of energy.

After a while, a loud voice came from the next door:

"Hey, old Qiu, what happened?"

Then I saw a sturdy brain climbing up from the partition wall, it was a greasy middle-aged man with a double chin.

Qiu Daoyu looked at the fearless Jiang Ping who seemed to have found a hostage at this moment, then looked at the middle-aged man who was full of doubts, and laughed dryly:

"It's okay, Lao Wang, my distant relative is just playing with me."

"Are you okay?!"

The middle-aged Lao Wang glanced suspiciously at the noble Jiang Ping, and was surprised, but he never expected that the plain old Qiu's family had such rich relatives.

For some reason, he suddenly felt empty, as if he had lost something.

"It's okay, old Wang, why are you free at home today, don't you kill pigs?"

Qiu Daoyu asked.

The middle-aged old Wang sighed, and said:

"It's not that girl from my family who has only been married for half a year, and now she is arguing for a divorce.

What's the matter? !

I'm so worried now, and it's not easy to kill pigs. Last time, I stabbed thirteen times, only to end up with a pig, and I was covered in blood. The pig was in pain, and I was also in pain.

If I had known this before, I might as well have married my daughter to your Xiaoba. After all, we grew up together, we know everything, and we are not afraid of our daughter being wronged. "

The middle-aged old Wang shrank his head back, feeling sorry for himself.

He finally wanted to understand the reason for his discomfort just now.

It turned out that the daughter married early.

At the beginning, he disliked that the son of Lao Qiu's family was a hooligan without a proper job, and Lao Qiu was also a sick and drunkard. He was afraid of dragging down his daughter and killed himself.

Look now, the wealthy relatives of the family have come to the door, and they will not be able to develop in the future?

Unfortunately, he has no second daughter.

After such a short chat among the family members, Qiu Daoyu's saber momentum faltered, and then declined again, and then exhausted.

The black knife in his hand slipped and plunged into the floor as if cutting tofu.

At the same time, the portal that opened above his head closed suddenly, and the expression of decay on his face became intense in an instant.

In fact, he only has the power of a knife.

I kept the knife for two days, just to issue a knife today.

But amidst Jiang Ping's utterly shameless help, he lost even the chance to inspire.

Qiu Daoyu looked at the vigorous Jiang Ping, sighed suddenly, closed his eyes and said:

"The rivers and lakes are a big reincarnation. Back then, I could come to kill my whole family in order to avenge my personal revenge. Now some people come to kill me.

Maybe this is life.

Boy, do it! "

Now Jiang Ping finally understands one thing. When talking to this kind of patient with mild mental illness, don't play tricks, otherwise he may make up what he thinks.