The son is responsible

Xue Muji picked up a drunken crab claw and found that there was no room for it in the bowl next to it.With a twist of his wrist, he put the drunk crab claws in the chopsticks into the empty bowl in front of Mo Zikang.

Mo Zikang quickly said, "This table is for you. I don't like seafood."

Xue Muji cast an extremely contemptuous look, and quickly moved his hands, pushing the bowl in front of Lord Kang to Xue Huaijiu.Are you being too self-indulgent?Who said it was for you?I'm not so boring as to bring you food!Your bowl is empty, I'm just borrowing it for a while!

With an extra bowl, the food on Xue Huaijiu's chopsticks has a new destination.

Mo Zikang still didn't understand the situation of the two brothers. He heard that Marquis Pingjiang doted on his youngest son very much.Besides, the noble status of Xue Muji's son, does it mean that he still has to serve other elder brothers?

Looking at Xue Shizi's appearance, he didn't feel wronged at all.

Mo Zikang looked at the reflection of his own face in the teacup, and the capitalized worry was engraved on his forehead.He didn't want to see that unreasonable old man Qin again, but obviously, he didn't want to go to the tavern to hear for himself whether the lunatic described by Miss Qin was the person he was looking for, and he was unwilling.

After tangling and tangling, someone knocked on the door, and the waiter brought up the steaming soup.

Xue Muji served a bowl for himself, which was sweet, with corn kernels and broken eggs.The two hill-like bowls in front of Xue Huaijiu still remained high.Xue Mu thought, maybe it's because the rice is too dry for my good brother to eat, this soup comes at the right time.

He filled another bowl of soup, and the soup was quite hot. He held the soup bowl in his small hands, and stirred it with a porcelain spoon. Feeling that the heat was coming out, he moved a stool and sat beside his brother, half-raised his arms, Said, "Brother, here, drink the soup, it doesn't seem to be very hot."

Xue Huaijiu eats lightly, maybe he is used to not being full from snacks, he is already full with a bowl of rice, and most of the two bowls of vegetables that Shizi took were leftovers, who knows that Shizi brought another bowl of soup.

He stretched out his hand to take it, but Xue Mu was afraid of lying on him, so he didn't give it to him, scooped up half a spoonful, blew on the hot air, and handed it directly to his mouth, as if... wanting to feed him.

Xue Muji just wanted to feed soup, and to get along well with his relatives, he had to start with feeding.

In his previous life, Concubine Xie especially liked to cook for his siblings himself, but the problem is that the dishes cooked by Concubine Xie are really unpalatable. Xie Manxing has always resisted by going on a hunger strike, lying on the dining table and knocking on the bowl with chopsticks Besides, Jingling Jingling can also play a piece of music.Every time at that time, Princess Sulian would feed him like this, spoonful by spoonful, and he would barely make do with a little bit for his sister's sake, and there would always be a faint smile on the face of Xie Consort meaning.

It would be great if his relationship with the future Dali Temple Minister was the same as his relationship with his sister in his previous life.Obviously in his previous life, he often bullied his sister and made her cry, but her sister never avoided him, nor hated him, let alone ignored him.Xue Muji's wrist holding the soup bowl hurts a little, good brother, you have been staring at this spoon for a long time, don't you want to go down and drink him up in one gulp?

Xue Muji always felt that the corner of his brother's mouth moved towards the spoon, Xue Muji suppressed the excitement in his heart, he himself didn't quite understand why every time Xue Huaijiu accepted his kindness, he was very happy.

"What are you doing! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

Downstairs, I don't know which girl's house, there was a sharp crowing sound like a rooster crowing.

The sound was so sudden, Xue Muji was so startled that his wrists shook, he couldn't hold the bowl, and even the soup, the bowl and the spoon flew out from his palm, drew a not-so-beautiful curved arc, and sprinkled all of it to his good brother on the clothes.

Both jumped up from their stools.

"..."

Mo Zikang reacted the fastest, quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe Xue Huaijiu's body full of soup.He lives in the dormitory next to the Manyue Building, "It's not hot, go to my place to change later, son, you are too careless..."

I really... really didn't mean to...

Brother, you believe me, this is an accident!

Xue Muji dug out for a long time, and he didn't bring a handkerchief. When will he get rid of the problem of not carrying anything with him? Suddenly, he forgot that there was a mobile treasure chest to help the wind and the clouds, so he leaned over directly, trying to wipe his brother's clothes with his sleeve .

Xue Huaijiu took half a step and dodged slightly.

angry again...

Xue Muji really wants to curse, who the hell is bothering me again!Destroy my once-in-a-lifetime chance to please the future Dali Siqing!How many times have I done it with good intentions to the contrary effect, can't you let me succeed once!who!Who is outside the door!

Xue Muji kicked the door open. Outside the door is the viewing corridor on the second floor. From the corridor, you can see the singing stage on the first floor. The dancers are hiding in the corner. There is a tall and thin young man standing on the stage. Surrounded by a few strong men, the woman with the crowing voice pinched her waist and pointed at the young man.

"Jiang Yong, I knew you had no guts and couldn't afford to lose. You wanted to take advantage of your brother's absence and come to our restaurant to make small moves behind the scenes. I have already had people watching the movement of the wine cellar, and you really asked me to catch you. Huh, the boss is a thief, let me see how you Xiyue Tower turned around this time, come on, take it down for me, the witnesses and material evidence are all complete, arrest and send to the officials!"

Facing the woman's questioning, the young man surrounded in the middle was sullen and silent, holding a small paper bag in his hand.

"Miss Boss, do you want to wait for the boss to come back? Jiang Yong is also the boss's younger brother, so it's not good to send him off." The manager of the restaurant asked.

The woman sneered, "My brother, which family's brother secretly sneaked into the cellar of my brother's restaurant to prescribe medicine, trying to torment the customers of my brother's restaurant with drinking and drinking, and I want my brother's restaurant to close down!"

Next to the woman stood an official dressed in rich and noble clothes. He seemed to have some understanding of this matter and said, "I was also there the day before yesterday. You two brothers clearly negotiated good terms and competed fairly. Starting tomorrow, within three days , whoever sells the most wine will win, and the loser will give the winning party the secret wine making recipe obtained from Mr. Jiang for free. Everyone is doing business with their doors open, relying on their strength to speak, playing crooked ways , Jiang Yong, are you worthy of your dead father Mr. Jiang?"

The people next to him all accused him.

Jiang Yong blushed from holding back, and was accused by his elders of making funny jokes, but he was even more afraid, and was arrested by his sister-in-law and sent to the official.

Fortunately, those big men just surrounded and did not do anything. The person in charge of the restaurant is Boss Jiang Yingjiang, and the proprietress is just a woman. Some people have already gone to find their own boss.

Xue Muji was on the second floor, quietly watching this scene.

In Yuanshen's memory, Manyuelou and Xiyuelou are the two fastest-growing restaurants in Pingjiang for more than ten years.

The two restaurants are built along the river bank, the Manyue Tower is on the east, and the Xiyue Tower is on the west. The most interesting thing is that the owners of the two restaurants are twins of the same mother. The elder brother is Jiang Ying, and the younger brother is Jiang Yong.Both restaurants have secret recipes, and the fine wine they brew is the only one in Pingjiang.But the wine of Manyuelou is strong, while the wine of Xiyuelou is sweet, the tastes are very different, and each has its own fans. In the past ten years, no one can compare with which one is better.

Strange to say, although they are twins, they don't look alike.The elder brother is a big man with a beard, and the younger brother is born with pink and white noodles.The two brothers have very stubborn temperaments, fighting for everything since childhood, from toys, food, beds, to earning their father's secret recipe for wine making.

Their father, Mr. Jiang, was a winemaker in Pingjiang City when he was young. He had been an apprentice in Old Man Qin's wine shop for ten years. Invited to be a master, the reputation in the imperial city of Yongdu is almost unknown to everyone.

In his previous life, Xie Manxing was also a frequent visitor to Sixi Yingmenlou. Jiang Lao's wine tasted sweet and refreshing at first, but after entering his throat, it turned out to be strong and colliding. It was a very unique wine.Although Mo Zikang saw that he was a child and didn't prepare wine, but he could guess from the comments of others that the level of wine making between this son and his father was too far behind. Did not inherit the essence of predecessors.

Xue Muji walked down the stairs, continuing to listen to the discussion of the people beside him.

It turned out that the two brothers had made a bet three days ago.

The content of the bet is very simple: compare whose wine is the best in Pingjiang City.The loser should give the winner the secret wine-making recipe that he inherited.

Before Mr. Jiang died, he gave each of the two brothers a secret wine-making recipe. With the secret recipe, the two brothers came back to Pingjiang and opened two restaurants, and the business was booming.But they can't argue with each other, and they don't know what the secret recipe their father left for each other.Ten years later, the two brothers quarreled over the secret recipe again, so they made such a bet.

Younger brother Jiang Yong was afraid of failure and wanted to tamper with the wine in his brother's restaurant. He didn't want to kill anyone, he just thought that there were fewer people in his brother's restaurant than him these days.Because he is holding crotons in his hands, people who eat them will fart continuously, and there is no fear of their lives.

Xue Muji leaned against the pillar, and saw his elder brother Jiang Ying who hurried back from the door.

"Enough, let him go."

As soon as Jiang Ying came, she ordered her subordinates to call it a day.

The proprietress naturally refused, and raised her sharp voice again, "He just wanted to spoil our wine. If I hadn't seen it, we would have lost money in business, and even let him go with the secret recipe. How can you spare him so lightly!"

"Didn't he succeed? We don't care about these things with him. Three days later, we will win in the business. Don't say that I, an older brother, bullied him." The man Jiang Ying is obviously more tempered than his younger brother. .

Jiang Yong heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when he heard a certain guest who was watching the excitement say loudly, "What are you two brothers arguing about? The best wine in Pingjiang is not Xiyuelou or Manyuelou. Your father inherited it from you." Where, don’t you forget? Boss Qin of Xichu wine shop, the wine made when you were young, you have never had a chance to taste it, I still can’t describe the taste, it is said that different people drink the same jar of wine , the taste is not the same, but one sip, soaring through the clouds and riding the fog like a fairy!"

"Yes, yes, I also remember that it is said that when you travel thousands of miles across the Pingjiang River, gold and jade will never stop, and the tears of Xichu's daughter should only be in the sky. It's a pity, it's a pity, Mr. Qin hasn't brewed that daughter's tears for more than ten years gone."

The author has something to say:

Xue Shizi: Good brother, you have been doing background boards for a long time, when can you have a friendly interaction with me? ? ?

Brother Xue: When you become an adult...

Xue Shizi: My soul has already grown up!

Brother Xue: What? ? ?

Xue Shizi: I didn't say anything.