The famous utensil of the superstar

The reunion dinner officially started after the two people brought the fried beef tenderloin that they had put a lot of thought into to the table.

Mr. Qi was sitting in the main seat, with Qi Feng on the right, Luo Qiubai on the left, and Daoist Sun who only ate vegetarian food on the opposite.After the four of them sat down together, Mr. Qi saw the poor-looking beef tenderloin among a table of good dishes, and asked with a smile, "Who made this?"

"Qi Feng did it."

"Qiu Bai did it."

The two people spoke at the same time, their eyes met in the air, Luo Qiubai raised his eyebrows in surprise, and blinked his eyes to signal: Big bird blames you for being stupid, I asked you to cook for the old man by yourself because you are asking him to apologize, you What's the matter with pushing it on me, even if I really made this dish, you can't tell the truth at this time.

Qi Feng understood his eyes, and there was no expression on his face. He glanced at him and then left quickly, making a single sound from his nasal cavity, as if he didn't bother to explain.

He wouldn't tell Luo Qiubai that he said this purely to make him make a good impression in front of his grandfather, but in the end he didn't appreciate it, really puzzled.

Old Master Qi shook his head with a smile, and said to Luo Qiubai, "You don't have to speak for Xiaofeng. I watched him grow up, but didn't I know that he can't cook at all? You made this dish, right? "

Luo Qiubai scratched his hair, he didn't know whether to tell the truth or lie, at this moment Qi Feng raised his head and gave him a look, as if to say: I don't know how to take credit at this time, why do I have such a stupid wife as you .

"Uh... yes, but Qi Feng cut the beef. He helped me a lot, old man, try it and see if you like it."

Luo Qiubai still didn't change his words, he always felt that his status was too small to be worthy of this title, not to mention that a man only saw his elders for the second time, calling each other affectionately like his own grandson. Very rigid, although such a rich family doesn't say it, they may feel uncomfortable in their hearts. He only needs to make the old man happy, and he needs to be a little self-aware for the rest.

The old man picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, then nodded with a smile, "Although the appearance is not very good, but the taste is good, and Xiao Feng can still make this, then I have to eat a few more pieces. "

As he spoke, he picked up another chopstick and put it in Luoqiu's white bowl, "Don't keep watching, move your chopsticks, you are too skinny, you should eat more."

Luo Qiubai was overwhelmed by the old man's words, and hurriedly nodded in agreement. Qi Feng looked at him in a daze, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, and began to eat with the bowl in his hand, except for the plate of beef that Luo Qiubai was holding. Liu, he has no intention of moving his chopsticks for other dishes at all.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely harmonious, Luo Qiubai never thought that the Qi family would be so tolerant to someone with his background.

Even if it is an ordinary family, if the sons and grandsons go to disturb the foundation, the chaos may be turned upside down, not to mention the death of a wealthy family like the Qi family.The Qi family accepted him so easily, not only did they not reject him, but they had a warm and kind attitude. No matter how he thought about it, he felt weird. The more Luo Qiubai thought about it, the more puzzled he became.

After eating, the servants began to clear the table. The old man took a few sips of hair tips, stood up and said to Luo Qiubai, holding his cane, "Little Luo, are you in a hurry to go back? If you have nothing to do, stay with me." Let the old man go upstairs and chat."

Mentioning this, Qi Feng turned his head around in an instant, his eyes were dim, and he grabbed Luo Qiubai's arm and said, "Grandpa, I happen to be thinking about the black tea in your house, so I'll go up with you."

As he said that, he couldn't help saying that he pulled Luo Qiubai and left, as if he had made up his mind to be inseparable from him.

This subconscious protective gesture made Daoist Sun next to him frown worriedly, and then turned to look at Old Master Qi.

The old man didn't seem to mind at all, and he spat at him with a smile, "You brat, you're not filial, the flowers and plants planted in my bedroom are always worried about letting the servants clean them up, and you are rude. Thick hands and feet, I have broken several pots of gladiolus before, and now that Xiao Luo finally came, I asked him to help me, an old man, are you still willing?"

What he said was very natural, Qi Feng couldn't find a reason to refute, and for a moment he pursed his lips, Luo Qiubai secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes, shook his head, turned around and said to old man Qi, "So when my father was still alive, , I like to raise some flowers and plants, but I haven't learned any true teachings, so I just happened to ask the old man for advice today."

The old man chuckled, and Luo Qiubai went up to support his arm and went up the stairs. When he was at the corner, he still didn't forget to turn his head and make a face at Qi Feng, showing a comforting smile.

Qi Feng immediately frowned, paused for only a few seconds, then got up and was about to follow, but Daozhang Sun blocked his way.

He stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Don't worry, young master. The master has been in the business world all his life, and he has loved you since he was a child. How could he embarrass a junior? Don't worry, young master. Don't quarrel with the old man over this kind of thing. Besides, the poor are just a little I want to tell you something, I don't know if the young master wants to hear it or not?"

Qi Feng was expressionless, and glanced at him indifferently, "Master Daoist, if what you want to say is about treating me, then don't say it, my health is very good, and I will get better in the future. Not interested in hearing about these things now."

As he spoke, he bypassed him and went straight upstairs. At this time, Daoist Sun called him back, and said with an inscrutable expression, "If it's about Mr. Luo's health, the young master doesn't want to hear it? Just gave Mr. Luo his pulse At that time, Pindao didn't believe that the young master didn't see any clues."

One sentence made Qi Feng suddenly stop in his tracks, then turned around and frowned, his face was full of displeasure, but he didn't take another step upstairs.

Compared with the mystery downstairs, Luo Qiubai upstairs is not relaxed.

He followed the old man all the way to the bedroom, with a calm demeanor, and even took the initiative to tell jokes to the old man, making him laugh from ear to ear, but only he knew in his heart that the so-called gardening must be a cover, and he had no choice but to tell what was behind it. I know, but I'm afraid that what should come this time can't be avoided.

Scratching the hair on the side of his ear, he wondered in his heart what the old man would tell him when he entered the room, was it a threat?Or lure?Or just throw him a check with zeros and say "Please leave my grandson, you can pay whatever you want"?

It's really nerve-wracking, this kind of old-fashioned plot is even boring to the current goofy drama...

Thinking in such an entertaining way, Luo Qiubai actually made himself laugh.

Pushing open the door, you can see the front French windows. In the spacious and bright bedroom, there are Ming and Qing mahogany furniture everywhere. Beside the window is a huanghuali rocking chair. When you sit there, you can see colorful flowers on the balcony , the lively and prosperous scene is comparable to a small gardening exposition.

"Sit down, treat this as your own home, don't be restrained." The old man sat on the rocking chair, rolled up the sleeves of his Tang suit, and caressed the pot of white orchids with gold silk patterns beside him.

Luo Qiubai pursed his lips, and was just about to find a chair to keep a distance from the old man, but he stopped him all of a sudden, "You child, why are you sitting so far away? My old man is so scary?"

As he said that, he smiled kindly, patted the side beside him and said, "Xiao Luo, sit here and talk to me more. On weekdays, Xiaofeng can only visit me once or twice a week. Almost suffocating, haha."

The expected storm did not appear at all, and Luo Qiubai couldn't understand the old man's mind more and more. Could it be that he asked me to come up alone, and he really just played with flowers and chatted for a few words, and had no other meaning?

Luo Qiubai's expression fluctuated for a moment, he got up and sat down, and said with a calm smile on Old Master Qi's face, "Grandpa, what are you talking about, Qi Feng must be too busy with work so he can't spare time. Doesn't it mean that he will be thinking about visiting you as soon as he rests today?"

But all the elders are actually the same. In front of outsiders, they always say that their children are not good here, but they are not good there, but they are very happy when they hear that others are protecting their children. Luo Qiubai has been in the entertainment industry for many years, even if he is only a third-rate , the truth of the world is still quite clear.

Sure enough, this sentence was very useful to the old man, he laughed, nodded the tip of Luo Qiubai's nose and sighed, "You child, you are sweet and clever"

As he said that, he moved a pot of orchids next to him to the table, and said as if he was sighing, "Actually, taking care of flowers and plants is like raising children. You need to devote all your enthusiasm and energy, take extra care, and always worry about the wind and rain." Shower."

"For example, this pot of lotus petal orchid, I bought it from the auction house for more than 1000 million yuan. My old friends all said behind my back that I was so stupid that I threw so much money for a pot of broken flowers. It's better to eat, drink, invest in some stocks, and earn dividends. But I don't think so, it's hard to buy a good heart, this rare double-petaled orchid is the only one in the world, just like my grandson only has Qi Feng. Since I protect him from the bottom of my heart, I naturally want to give him the best, what do you think, Xiao Luo?"

The homely tone was completely non-aggressive, but Luo Qiubai felt that it must be due to his own guilty conscience, and even felt that the old man's words seemed to mean something.

He smiled as usual, decided to avoid this dangerous topic, and pretended to be stupid to the end, "The old man compares orchids to descendants, and he uses this kind of thought to take care of flowers and plants. It can be seen that he is really a person who cherishes flowers."

Old Master Qi raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, a sharp light flashed between his brows similar to Qi Feng's, as if he didn't expect Luo Qiubai to avoid the topic so cleverly.

He paused for a moment, then smiled and waved his hands, "Xihua's name is not worthy of her name, at most she is a competent elder."

Hearing the word "elder", Luo Qiubai's expression changed, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. Just when he thought that the old man was going to open the skylight to talk to him in the next second, he hummed a joke, I moved the orchids on the table to the balcony, and picked up the thin-mouthed copper pot beside me to water the flowers and plants, as if I had no intention of continuing the topic just now.

Luo Qiubai was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the old man meant by this, and after a moment of silence, he got up and stepped into the balcony to help, the two of them were taking care of the bright and delicate flowers and plants, but each was at ease, neither of them spoke for a while.

At this time, the old man poured out the last drop of water, and the copper pot made a slight touch on the table, breaking the silence. He raised his head and smiled unintentionally, "Xiao Luo, are you thinking about me all the time? How will I deal with you, or am I surprised why I agreed so easily for the eldest grandson of the Qi family to marry a man?"

Luo Qiubai felt a "thud" in his heart, knowing that the point had finally come.

Seeing that he was silent, the old man smiled softly, picked up a satin handkerchief and wiped his hands, "Silly boy, don't worry, I will not make things difficult for you, let alone suppress you with the strength of the Qi family. If you have any needs, if I, Qi, can help, I will naturally help you."

Hearing this, Luo Qiubai showed a puzzled expression on his face.

The old man let out a long sigh, and glanced at his beloved Lian petanlan, his face showed the decadence and exhaustion that belonged to old people, as if he remembered something sad and helpless, which made him look a little older in an instant.

"When I was young, I paid too much attention to my career. I even regarded the growth and development of the family business as a lifelong goal, completely ignoring family and relatives. Xiaofeng's father... was also my only son. He died too early. When I took over By the time the news rushed home from the company, he had already passed away, and acute renal failure could not be cured, and then my daughter-in-law was heartbroken and went with him within a few days. Xiaofeng was only seven years old at that time. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, and I was so desperate, at that time, he was the only child left by my side."

"So I vowed at that time that I must take good care of this only grandson. He is sensible and precocious since he was a child, and I don't need to worry about anything, but I still want to give him the best things in the world. It can be said that his father and His own feelings are put on him at the same time, he is the lifeblood of my old man, and I will try my best to satisfy any request he has."

Luo Qiubai's face paled a little, the old man's words seemed to slap him in the face, making him understand that it was his own nonsense that caused an old man to retreat step by step because of connivance to his grandson.

The mouth opened, and all the words were stuck in the throat. The word "I'm sorry" had already reached his mouth. The old man suddenly sighed, his eyes were mournful and helpless, and there was a deep sense of despair in his voice, "I recently For a while, I kept thinking, he won't live to be 30 years old, what else can I do, I'm willing to let him do whatever he wants, even if it's hurtful, my old man will carry it for him..."

Luo Qiubai was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he said, it took half a minute before he spoke with difficulty, "Wait a minute, old man... what do you mean you won't live to be 30 years old at all?"

Qi Feng turned around and walked into the living room, glanced upstairs, and said impatiently, "Master Daoist, please speak quickly if you have anything to say, I still have very important things to do."

Daoist Sun stroked his beard, with a smile on his face, found an old and yellowed booklet from among the few books he carried, handed it to Qi Feng and said, "Master, you should read this first, read this, Even if I don't say it, you can understand what I mean."

Qi Feng's complexion became even more stinky, he would rather go upstairs to find Luo Qiubai than here with a bull-nosed old man.

He snorted coldly, flipped through the booklet casually, and frowned unconsciously when he saw two words, "Meat key? What is this, and what does it have to do with Qiu Bai's body?"

Daoist Sun suppressed the worries in his heart, and said with a meaningful smile, "I have practiced in Taoist temples for many years. I have always focused on Yin and Yang, and I don't know much about Fengyue and the art of the house. Since solving the young master's worries and problems, I have been looking through hundreds of manuscripts left by my ancestors for a while, and finally I found a detailed interpretation of the Fengyue spectrum."

"The "Fengyue Shenmai Chapter" in the book in the young master's hand happens to have a record about the changes in the meridians and blood energy after the famous weapon is broken. It is mentioned in detail that each famous weapon that has been broken Physique will change, this change is to find the 'meat key' that suits you best, just like a key can only open one lock, or like the host looking for a furnace, famous utensils will also respond to the meat key, The more suitable the meat key, the greater the influence on the famous weapon. If you often do that romantic thing, the physique of the famous weapon will become more and more dependent on the meat key, and it will be particularly lustful when facing the meat key, until If you can't leave it again, you will complete the contract of lock and key."

A bunch of unheard terms suddenly hit his head, even a person like Qi Feng who doesn't show his emotions so easily was slightly surprised.

He wondered if his ears had heard it wrong, and he looked around deliberately. The surroundings were all modern things, completely different from the ancient ones, but the people standing in front of him were talking so mysteriously. God's feudal superstition made him feel that time and space were disordered.

After a long time, he moved his body, raised his head and stared at Daoist Sun for a moment, and said, "You gave Qiu Bai the pulse just now, and you found that his physique has changed?"

Daoist Sun smiled, "That's right, Mr. Luo's meridians and blood energy have been operating to the most suitable state for Yunyu. These changes are all for waiting for the meat key."

These words made Qi Feng's face darken a bit, and a cold snort came out of his nose.

What is waiting for the meat key? He said it as if other than his husband, anyone else could touch his wife. He didn't know what it meant, but he wanted to see who would dare!

Although he thought so in his heart, he still asked reluctantly, "You mean that as long as you do enough, the famous weapon will recognize its master? Is there a specific number of times?"

If there is a specific number of times, he will record each time in the memo on the mobile phone. The more the better, he will take out the notebook every day to read it, and he will not believe that he can't handle his wife.

Daoist Sun smiled wryly, and quickly waved his hands, "Theoretically, that's the case. As for the exact number, I don't know the exact number of times, young master...you can decide for yourself."

These words pleased Qi Feng, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he let out a sound from his nasal cavity in satisfaction.

Fortunately, he was always worried that the old man with a strong nose would find some serious illness on Luo Qiubai, and he kept beating drums in his heart, but now he heard that it was a good thing, and even seeing Daoist Sun was pleasing to his eyes.

Meat key...it sounds barely passable.

Qi Feng snorted, but stuffed the detailed ancient book into his jacket pocket, ready to go home and study it carefully.

The clock "boom-boom-boom" struck a full nine times, and the tense atmosphere in the room was pushed to the brink of suffocation.

Luo Qiubai took a deep breath, his lips trembled twice, he still couldn't believe what he heard, he pulled the corners of his mouth hard, showing a stiff smile, "You...don't be joking, old man, are you making fun of me? Doesn’t Qi Feng just have a heart attack? Even the doctor and Daoist Sun said he’s much better, and now that medical equipment is so advanced, how could he not live to be 30?”

"Why should I lie to you." Old Master Qi stared at Luo Qiubai for a moment, "How could I make fun of Xiaofeng's lifespan? If I can make him live past 30 years old, even if I trade my life for his, I will And willingly."

Having said that, he rubbed the corners of his forehead with a sad face, his eyes were cloudy, and he spoke with a heavy sense of powerlessness, "Western medicine, Chinese medicine, and even fortune tellers have seen everything that can be seen. Xiaofeng is born He is doomed to be lonely and die early in this life, if he wants to save his life, he can only find someone who is in a cloudy year to marry and celebrate..."

Luo Qiubai seemed to have heard the Arabian Nights. He was stunned for a moment and then couldn't help laughing, "Master, do you take your fortune-telling seriously? Now there are too many charlatans, just say a few nonsense, and you believe it?"

Mr. Qi stared at him and tightly pursed his lips, his eyes were full of guilt, "I don't believe this either, but Xiao Feng's illness is so serious that even he was shaken. He happened to meet you at that time, and he found you It is the person he was looking for who was born in the cloudy year, and he can only be regarded as a living horse doctor."

As he spoke, his old hands tremblingly grasped Luo Qiubai's already cold palm, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat in a senile and desperate way, "Son... I know that Xiaofeng is sorry for you, but... ...Please forgive a dying person, who is on the verge of dying, and longing to survive, Xiaofeng, who was spoiled by me since he was a child...I was also dizzy for a while when I brought you to get married. Whether you blame me or hate me, don't be angry with Xiaofeng."

Luo Qiubai's mind went blank, he thought this was the funniest joke he had ever heard in most of his life.

Congratulations... He is a big man, but he was used for congratulations?

His fingertips trembled uncontrollably, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he squeezed out a sentence, "So... that's why you are so kind to me?"

The old man didn't speak, and closed his eyes with difficulty, "You also saw... Xiaofeng's illness is really better because of you. You are Xiaofeng's benefactor, and I can't repay you."

Luo Qiubai pursed the corners of his mouth, staring at the pendulum on the wall with confused eyes, his head was buzzing.

Everything finally had an answer at this moment. The first time I entered Qi's house, the family was so happy from ear to ear when they heard his birthday, the old man whose only grandson married a man and indulged him, and... The flattering kindness of this evening...

It turned out that it was only because his fate was so good and his horoscope was too punctual that he climbed up to the high diamond branch of the Qi family so easily.

In the past, he had the cheek to think that maybe Qi Feng really had a unique taste, that's why he came to him, but now he realizes that his face is not as valuable as the horoscope, maybe when Qi Feng saw him for the second time, what he saw It was no longer him, but the four big characters "Yinyueyinyue" written all over his face.

This kind of truth made Luo Qiubai feel that in Qi Feng's eyes, he might not be a person at all, but a lifeless prop used to save his life.

His eyeballs suddenly hurt a little, and he remembered that just a moment ago, the two of them were hugging each other tightly in the kitchen, laughing and cooking a plate of fried beef tenderloin, but why did everything change in such a short period of time?

Luo Qiubai didn't know how he left Mr. Qi's bedroom, his mind went blank.

When he went down the stairs and saw Qi Feng, he didn't know what expression he should use to face him.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Qi Feng, they were trading money and goods from the beginning, and that wedding was just a formality.

If he didn't understand why a person of Qi Feng's status must marry himself, a person he had just met three times, now he fully understands. Before, he thought that "Qi Feng doesn't want to move, so I want to find someone who knows his secrets." The idea that people can get a taste of marriage” seems like a complete joke now.

He obviously regarded this as a game at the beginning, so what is he struggling with now?

Luo Qiubai didn't know, he only knew that his heart was very uncomfortable, it wasn't very painful, but silently and pervasively invaded his heart, drawing a very shallow scar.

Luo Qiubai, you are actually serious in a game, you idiot.

When he walked down the stairs, Qi Feng was already waiting for him at the door. When he opened the door, Qi Feng's expression was very calm, but Luo Qiubai still caught the unconcealable smile in his eyes.

He was very surprised that he had understood every emotion of this man so clearly and familiarly, and it was only more than two weeks, yet he tried so hard to get close to a person.

"What did grandpa tell you just now?" Qi Feng asked him in the car.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just chatting." Luo Qiubai smiled, his brows and eyes curled up, heartless.

He felt that he could still laugh, which meant that the sinking was not deep. Fortunately, a heart could climb ashore before being completely submerged.

In the future, we will only talk about transactions, not about feelings, which is very good...it is good for everyone.