I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

"What kind of great luck?"

The old beggar was a little curious. It must be a good chance for Wu Xuanzi to say that.

"You will know when you go, I can be sure that your trip will be worthwhile!" Wu Xuanzi said with a mysterious smile.

"What kind of sloppy eyes are you old guy, but it made me even more curious!"

The old beggar shook his head, but based on what he knew about Wu Xuanzi, this old guy probably wouldn't harm him, at most he would only embarrass him.

Cao Xiaodi on the side looked helplessly at the two old men.

In the past, he felt that people like Wu Fuzi should be superior, and there was a sense of mystery in every gesture.

But after getting along for a long time, he found that it was completely opposite to what he had imagined.

There is no superiority, no mystery, some are just ordinary and ordinary.

Is this the so-called back to basics?

That is to say, the higher the level of cultivation, the more the pursuit of ordinaryness.

Not to mention Mr. Wu, and this Mr. Hong, but Mr. Bu who even Mr. Wu admires, it is no different from ordinary people.

Cleaning and cooking at home, sometimes bickering with his daughter, and sometimes, he heard his husband being reprimanded by his wife in the house.

If Mr. Wu hadn't said that this was an existence beyond imagination, he would have thought that this was a son-in-law who married into the woman's family and had no status.

No wonder he thought so.

Because in his opinion, it is unbelievable for a big man to do what a woman does. Anyway, in the capital, only those son-in-laws who are looked down upon by others can do this.

However, Cao Xiaodi didn't really think that that gentleman was a son-in-law who was looked down upon and had no status.

After all, Wu Xuanzi said that the reason why that gentleman did this was to experience the sophistication of the world.

……

Soon, Wu Xuanzi and his party came to Bu Fan's house.

At this moment, only Xiao Xibao and Xiao Huanbao were lying on the stone table in the yard, reading a book with their buttocks up.

Hearing movement, he turned his head to look.

"Sister Vanilla, why are you here?"

As soon as he saw Song Xiangcao, Xiao Xibao jumped off the stone bench and ran towards Song Xiangcao excitedly.

Song Xiangcao was also very happy to see Xiao Xibao, and the two immediately hugged each other, as if they were little sisters they hadn't seen for many years.

"You guys came just in time, today we will have hot pot!"

Bu Fan just took out the equipment for making hot pot from the miscellaneous room, and smiled when he saw Wu Xuanzi and others.

This utensil is a special tripod, divided into upper and lower layers, with a chimney in the middle, and the first layer is where carbon is added.

"It's good to have hot pot. Speaking of which, I haven't eaten hot pot for a while!" Wu Xuanzi stroked his beard and walked in.

Cao Xiaodi knows about hot pot, and he has eaten it several times.

Because hot pot has become very popular in the capital in recent years, there are even several hot pot restaurants named "Di Di Lao" in the capital. I heard that many dignitaries and dignitaries would go there to eat.

"Mr. Hong, New Year's Eve, Gong Xi Fa Cai!"

Xiao Xibao trotted over, smiling and wishing the old beggar New Year greetings.

The old beggar smiled, and naturally knew what he should do, and gave the prepared red envelopes to Xiao Xibao, Xiao Huanbao, Xiao Man, and Lu Ren.

Bu Fan also gave the red envelope to Song Xiangcao

This again illustrates the benefits of having more children in the family.

Others gave his family four copies, and he only needs to give one to others, which is beautiful to think about.

After all the dishes are ready, everyone is seated.

The old beggar had eaten hot pot at Song Laizi's house. At the beginning, he was very novel about the way of cooking while eating. Later, he felt that drinking while cooking hot pot was simply a kind of enjoyment.

"Blind grandpa, I'll give you beef!!"

Song Xiangcao sat next to the old beggar, picked up a few slices of beef, put them in boiling water, put them in the old beggar's bowl, and the old beggar smiled faintly.

"How can you eat hot pot without wine? It just so happens that I have a pot of wine I made here, called Qianchunniang!"

As he spoke, the old beggar put the wine gourd on the table, uncorked the pot, and suddenly a faint scent of wine came out.

"Old blind man, sir, there is wine at home, so don't show it off!" Wu Xuanzi coughed dryly and said with a smile.

The old beggar was slightly taken aback, "Do you have wine at home?"

"That's right, Mr. Hong, why don't you taste my family's extraordinary wine first!"

Bu Fan glanced at Lu Ren, Lu Ren nodded, and opened the wine jar on the table, suddenly a mellow aroma of wine overflowed.

When the old beggar smelled the wine, he was stunned.

For a real alcoholic, one only needs to smell it to know whether the wine is good or bad, but at this moment, how could he not know that this wine is definitely better than the Qianchun Niang in his hand.

No wonder he always felt that there was something wrong in Wu Xuanzi's tone before.

Dare to love Wu Xuanzi just want to see his jokes.

After all, Wu Xuanzi must have drunk this wine yesterday.

However, before coming here, he remembered that Wu Xuanzi said that this time was a great chance for him. Could it be that this chance refers to this wine?

Thinking of this, the old beggar grinned, and put the cork back on the wine gourd, "Since the wine is brewed by Mr., then this wine must be good wine!"

Xiao Man on the side was a little surprised when he heard the words, and couldn't help but look at the old beggar's wine gourd, and then at Bu Fan, suddenly complaining in his heart.

【I wanted to drink the old beggar's wine, but my father ruined such a good opportunity】

"You girl, if you want to drink the wine made by Mr. Hong, just tell Mr. Hong, what do you want me to do?"

Bu Fan couldn't see Xiaoman's thoughts, well, he didn't use to watch, but to listen.

"My wine is not a good wine, if you want to drink it, drink it!"

The old beggar put the wine gourd on the table and smiled modestly. There was no way. Compared with this gentleman's wine, his wine was really not a good wine.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong, I'll pour you a glass!"

Xiaoman thanked him aloud, picked up the wine gourd, and poured a glass into his own glass.

The smell of the wine is not as mellow as the wine made by her father, but I just don't know how it tastes.

Xiaoman raised the wine glass, took a sip, and frowned slightly, wondering why this wine was so ordinary, not as good as the wine made by her father.

It seems that this wine is really not a good wine as the old beggar said.

Xiaoman was a little disappointed.

It turned out that she thought that the wine drunk by such an expert as the old beggar must be a rare wine in the world of cultivating immortals, and it might have a certain effect on cultivation.

But after drinking it, she found that it was not as good as her father's wine.

Sure enough, there is a specialization in the art industry, it seems that this old beggar can't make wine.

But the old beggar didn't know what Xiaoman was thinking.

At this moment, after he took a sip of Feifan wine, he seemed to have fallen into a kind of reincarnation, and all the things he had experienced in the past flashed away in his mind.

Since he stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, he has been struggling in the world of cultivating immortals.

Later, when he achieved great success, he returned to his hometown and watched his beloved sister turn into a white-haired old woman. His parents who once loved him were gone, and there were only two lonely graves.

Regret?

sad?

Maybe, but at that moment, his state of mind also changed to a certain extent, which made him more determined in the Dao of Longevity.

Time flies, ten thousand years.

The old beggar couldn't help feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

He has no eyeballs, otherwise, his eyes would be wet.