The nemesis has been demoted!

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Seeing that Lu Qingheng was gone, Zhao Xu quickly took out his phone and sent Fang Yan a WeChat message: "Boss, help! Our jaw was taken off by your brother!!!"

Fang Yan: "Shut up! A bunch of trash!!!"

He hurried over angrily, fixed the jaws of the younger brothers one by one, and beat them up again when he couldn't get angry, then summoned Lamborghini and rushed home.

On the way, Fang Yan reflected on his strategy—even if Lu Qingheng was demoted, he was still an old monster who had lived for 1000 years. Many talents and characteristics were deep in his soul. How could these mortal bastards beat him?

To bully Lu Qingheng, he had to do it himself.

After returning home, the aunt had prepared three dishes and one soup according to Fang Yan's request, and put them on a table full, looking very rich.

After personally planning the "Meeting of the Century" between the two brothers, Fang Zhengchuan went on a business trip to North America and will not be back in a short time.This is exactly what Fang Yan wanted, without the hindrance of a cheap father, he can bully Lu Qingheng as much as he wants.

Fang Yan didn't wait for Lu Qingheng at all, picked up a lion's head with his chopsticks, and heard a soft knock at the door, indicating that Lu Qingheng had also arrived home.

"Brother, I'm back." Lu Qingheng changed into his slippers and walked to Fang Yan's side.

Fang Yan knocked on the dining table with his knuckles, and deliberately amplified his voice and said, "Have you seen the dishes on this table—it's not for you!"

Lu Qingheng said helplessly, "You bullied me again."

Fang Yan: "I won't give you food, if you have the ability, hit me!"

Lu Qingheng looked at Fang Yan in silence for a while, turned and left, and walked towards the room on the third floor.

Fang Yan thought he was full of anger, and was enjoying himself, when he saw Lu Qingheng running down, and went straight into the kitchen.

Auntie is still preparing desserts in the kitchen.Seeing Lu Qingheng running in, he lowered his voice and said, "Young master is hungry. When the young master returns to the room, I'll make you something you want to eat, and you can quietly bring it into the room to eat...don't let the young master find out."

"Thank you, auntie," Lu Qingheng whispered, "I see that the kitchen has enough ingredients, and I can make it myself."

For the aunt and housekeeper at home, although Lu Qingheng's status is unpleasant, he is a child after all, and he did not make the mistakes of the previous generation.They had nothing against Lu Qingheng themselves, and seeing Fang Yan bullying Lu Qingheng more and more, and Lu Qingheng's resignation and never resisting appearance, they couldn't help feeling sorry for the weaker side, and their attitude towards Lu Qingheng was much better than when they first came.

Seeing Lu Qingheng start cooking by himself, Fang Yan felt a little displeased while being disdainful.

This guy... really considers this place his home.

In addition, Auntie's cooking was more in line with Fang Zhengchuan's taste than his. Fang Yan was only three-thirds full, so he put down his chopsticks and planned to go upstairs.

As he passed the kitchen, a strange aroma entered his nose domineeringly.

Fang Yan couldn't hold back and stopped.

"..." Lu Qingheng created this scent?

Lu Qingheng, a deity who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers and has been cultivating for many years, actually learned to cook after he came down to earth? ? ?

Fang Yan endured and endured, but he couldn't hold back, his legs were more honest than his heart, he turned to the left and entered the kitchen.

"Yo, where's the fried kitchen?"

Lu Qingheng ignored Fang Yan's sarcasm, and corrected him seriously: "Brother, I'm frying crispy pork."

The tender tenderloin is cut into strips, and the clear yellow egg liquid is added with snow-white starch, sprinkled with finely ground pepper and stirred evenly.Those slender, well-articulated hands held the chopsticks, wrapped the marinated tenderloin in "new clothes", and gently put it into the heated oil pan.

The hot oil rolled and sizzled.In a few moments, the tenderloin is fried to a crispy golden brown.The aroma is overflowing, and the whole kitchen is filled with this craving taste.

"Gudong." Fang Yan heard himself swallowing.

It’s been a long time since I had this little snack!

Stomach, can you fight for a moment? !

A stomach can have no bones, but a person must have bones.Fang Yan paused, forced himself to take a step, and walked towards the kitchen exit.The scent of the little crispy meat is like a seductive little hand, constantly tempting him to turn his head, disintegrating his willpower.

"Brother, don't you want to try something?" Lu Qingheng suddenly called out to stop him.

"Who cares!" Fang Yan's rationality prevailed again, and he raised his leg to leave.

"Try it, it's delicious wrapped in paprika."

Before Fang Yan could react, Lu Qingheng had already walked up to him, raised his hand, and the little golden crispy meat held by the tip of the chopsticks happened to touch his lips.

"..." Fang Yan reflexively opened his mouth and ate it.

"..." The aroma of the crispy meat mixed with the numbness of the peppercorns and the spiciness of the peppers collided with sparks on the tip of the tongue.The little crispy meat just out of the pan is a little hot, and the umami taste and heat are fused in the mouth, and every taste bud is stimulated to tremble slightly.

"Is it delicious?" Lu Qingheng stared at Fang Yan earnestly, his eyes sparkling, like a dog who is eager to be praised by its owner.

"Hmph, that's it." After eating in one bite, Fang Yan felt the emptiness in his stomach, "...one more piece!"

Lu Qingheng fried a pot of crispy meat, made a dish of stir-fried lily with celery, and a dish of boiled beef, all of which tasted unexpectedly to Fang Yan's taste.

Lu Qingheng: "Eat crayfish?"

Fang Yan: "Come on!"

Lu Qingheng curled his lips into a smile, turned on his phone and ordered a crayfish takeaway, and bought a few bottles of beer along the way.

The process of waiting for the takeaway was a bit long. Lu Qingheng fetched his schoolbag, took out his homework book from it, and asked, "Brother, have you finished your homework?"

Fang Yan: "..." He forgot if he didn't mention it.

But he really has no foundation. Apart from Chinese, he can't even understand the questions in other subjects.Seeing Lu Qingheng writing like flying and swishing the questions, Fang Yan was sure again that Lu Qingheng must be a mortal, otherwise how could he be so proficient?

Lu Qingheng would write the day's homework in advance during recess, and at night, there were not many homework left, so it was done quickly.While he was doing his homework, Fang Yan went to get some spicy sticks and potato chips to eat. To be honest, being a god for a long time is quite boring. In order to keep their image and follow the crowd, most gods only drink dew and eat fairy fruits. Those who are more ruthless simply don't eat anything, and the bigu is very thorough.

It was also this time when he went down to the mortal world that he was aroused again, and realized how delicious the food in the mortal world is - even the junk food that mortals consider to be delicious, and two packs of spicy sticks at a time are not enough.

In Lu Qingheng's room, the two spent the most harmonious hour since Fang Yan came down to earth.

No quarrels, no calculations.Fang Yan was eating snacks, while Lu Qingheng was diligently doing his homework beside him.Seeing that Lu Qingheng finished writing, Fang Yan didn't want to be polite to him, so he simply said, "Can you learn from me?"

"Here." Lu Qingheng handed it over consciously, and Fang Yan successfully completed all the homework in 5 minutes.

Four and ten minutes later, the takeaway arrived.Lu Qingheng took apart the crayfish, opened the beer, and poured it on Fang Yan and himself.

Lu Qingheng: "Brother, can you drink?"

"Cut," Fang Yan said boldly, "I'm a tumbler who won't get drunk for a thousand cups!"

In fact, he can't drink.No, according to his group of cronies, he pours only one glass, and his alcohol capacity is extremely poor.

But Fang Yan is very confident - no matter what, gods and mortals cannot be compared.He had a poor capacity for alcohol in the fairy world, and that was because he was drinking fairy wine. Now that he drank mortal wine, could he still be poured down by Lu Qingheng?

Fang Yan took the full bottle of wine that Lu Qingheng gave him, and drank it all in one gulp without even thinking about it.

Lu Qingheng clinked glasses with him persistently, and drank it all in one gulp.

In less than 3 minutes, Fang Yan slapped himself in the face.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Seeing that Fang Yan's face quickly appeared a faint pink like rouge, and his eyes gradually became confused, Lu Qingheng stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Fang Yan, "How much is this?"

Fang Yan: "Two."

Lu Qingheng: "..." Well, it's already doubled.

"Brother, there is something I've always wanted to tell you." Lu Qingheng seemed a little drunk, his snow-white skin was smothered by the smell of alcohol, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, "Do you think that after I come here, I will talk to you?" Competing for property?"

"No, I won't snatch your things. I don't want anything." Lu Qingheng raised his index and middle fingers together, and put his fingertips on Fang Yan's neck, who was already drunk. Feeling Fang Yan's pulse, he slowly closed his eyes.

A ray of light flashed across Lu Qingheng's eyebrows.When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear, and his voice was soft and soft, like a fleeting wind.

"I only want you."

"Even if you always hate me."

"I'm also very happy to be 'bullied' by you."

He leaned closer, his eyes were like a brush with thick ink, and he outlined Fang Yan's outline in detail from top to bottom.

Finally, it rested on the slightly parted, bright red lips.

Bowing his head, he took a bite as if venting his anger.

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