Daoist, I am married

The proprietress’s craftsmanship is very good. The buns are thin and full of fillings.

Ming Cong smiled and reached out to wipe the corners of Jin Ze's mouth.

Jin Ze licked the corner of his mouth: "Speaking of which, you are such a good cook, can you steam buns?"

Under the expectant eyes of the person in front of him, Ming Cong naturally nodded.

Jinze's eyes lit up: "Is it delicious?"

Ming Cong smiled: "Go back and make it for you to try?"

"Okay, okay." Jin Ze finished eating the meat bun in one big bite, "I'll wait."

With the guarantee of the meat buns in the future, Jin Ze felt more energetic when he thought of tonight's battle.

After eating the meat buns, there was still some time before dark, and the two casually strolled on the street to digest food and reminisce about their childhood.

"Hey, do you still remember this thing?" Jin Ze pointed to the white flowered things on the stall, "I bought one at that time and thought it was too sweet, so I stuffed it for you, but you are wronged, your face is bulging The ones are rounder than this white dumpling."

Ming Cong's complexion changed, and he became calm, and replied: "I don't eat sweets very much."

After this period of time, Ming Daozhang’s taste has been similar to that of Kanazawa, not only sweet, but also spicy and salty. If the taste is too heavy, he doesn’t use his chopsticks very much. The rice was just right.

So recently Jinze has also stopped eating heavy food, especially spicy food, and try to avoid it when ordering.Now when I heard it in the downtown area, that bit of gluttony was hooked again.

Seeing Jin Ze staring at a small stall without moving his eyes, Ming Cong said helplessly, "Didn't you just eat?"

Are you hungry again?

Jin Ze pursed his lips: "Don't delay eating snacks when you're full."

Under Jin Ze's eager eyes, Ming Cong stopped in front of the stall.

"This one, this one, this one, and that one, don't, the rest come with ten skewers! Heavy spicy!"

"Okay, wait a moment!" Such a bold buyer made the boss's voice much louder.

Excitedly waiting in front of the stall for a long time, smelling of oily smoke, the two left with a large bag of chili powder on skewers.

"Hiss~ha~" Jinze put it into his mouth one mouthful at the same time, while Ming Cong held the water bag and passed him a mouthful from time to time.

After a while, half of the skewers in the hands of the two have gone.

"Do you know?" Jin Ze hiccupped and said, "This is the first time I have eaten so many skewers at once."

Ming Cong nodded.

Kanazawa: "Did you hear what I said?"

Ming Cong still nodded: "Listen?"

"You know? What do you know?" His father didn't even know if he had eaten kebabs, let alone how much he had eaten.

Ming Cong glanced at him, his eyes a little dodged: "Didn't I say it before, after Yangzhou is gone, I will visit you occasionally."

Kanazawa: "When? Did you say that? Occasionally how long?"

Jin Ze couldn't remember when this person told him about it.

Ming Cong suddenly seemed to be asked, wrinkled his forehead, and looked away.

Jin Ze followed his eyes and turned to the other side, with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect that Daoist Ming still has such a hobby."

Ordinarily, ordinary people should be disgusted when they know that someone will peep at them from time to time, but Kanazawa is not only not disgusted, but also a little happy.

After all, knowing that the other half has been so fascinated with him since he was a child, and it may still be unabated now, the smile on his face can't be suppressed no matter what.

Seeing that Ming Cong didn't speak, Jin Ze became more interested and wanted to pry more things out of his mouth.

For example, if he said that he was too handsome and unrestrained back then, let him see Xu Zhongsheng by mistake.

For another example, how he hid aside and fell in love with a smile he showed by accident, and how he couldn't sleep all night thinking about his graceful figure facing the wind...

Thinking of this, Jin Ze suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, shook him and said, "At that time, you had to take a look at every skewer I ate? What's so interesting about it?"

Ming Cong finally opened his mouth, looked at him calmly and said: "Yeah. After all, drinking saliva outside will cause diarrhea. It seems that it can save one time."

The smile on Jin Ze's face faded, and he thumped his waist: "I don't want to either, who made me so delicate, young master."

"Well, it's really delicate. It can fall on flat ground."

"Song Congming!" Jin Ze gave him another slap, obviously it should be a very good memory, is it interesting to always expose your scars?

Ming Cong grabbed his hand that was pounding again, took it to his lips and kissed it, and said, "So, such a delicate young master, I am the only one who can pamper him well."

Kanazawa's ears turned red from the warm touch on the back of his hand, and he couldn't speak the words of reproach from his mouth, he just wanted to hug the person in front of him.

"Come here." Seeing a narrow alley, Jin Ze raised his hand to pull him, and when he entered the alley, he pushed him against the wall, squeezed his chin and kissed him hard.

The person next to the ear laughed lowly, the skewer in his hand was thrown on the ground, and he hugged him back to kiss, and the two embraced and kissed again and again with the protection of the small alley.

"Hiss." Ming Cong made a slight inhalation sound.

Jin Ze pinched his chin and looked at him: "What, bitten?"

Ming Cong raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and spit out a word: "Spicy."

Looking at the red lips of the person in front of him, coupled with the aggrieved tone, Jin Ze wished he could turn into a hungry wolf and tear him apart.

I couldn't help but put my arms around the man's neck and kissed him again, and murmured: "It just happens to be the taste I like."

[Well, it's really not bad. 】The gagged Ming Cong said quietly.

When the two of them got out of the alley, the lights outside were already on, the night market started, and there were more people.

Fortunately, most people were paying attention to what to eat and what to play, and no one paid attention to the red and slightly swollen lips of the two.

The one in Jinze was especially miserable, because this person couldn't suck enough and tried to bite with his teeth, but couldn't stop it. He had already been bitten several times on his mouth, and the skin was broken in one place, but he couldn't feel it because of the heat.

Ming Cong held his hand in the crowd and squeezed it to comfort him: "Drink water?"

"Don't drink."

"Knead it?"

Still kneading, and kneading again will either break the skin or bleed.

Hmph, man, you always think of coaxing people after you feel good about yourself.

Well, but he really enjoyed himself.

The pinching movement of the hand suddenly stopped, and it still pulled him to stop.

"What?" Jin Ze looked at him, his expression suddenly serious.

"Here we come." Ming Cong said.

This is the time when there are the most people in the evening, and what happens is the fastest to spread.

But at this time the night market is still calm, and there is no change.

Ming Cong closed his eyes, then raised his head and said, "In that brothel."

Kanazawa heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time, he still couldn't escape going to the brothel, and he felt a little tired after thinking about it.

Perhaps Daoist Ming and Jin Ze thought of getting together, this time they didn't go through the main entrance and find someone to lead the way, but took Jin Ze directly to the roof of the brothel.

"It's in this one room." Ming Cong said, gesturing to his feet.

Jin Ze tugged at the hem of his clothes, feeling a little nervous. Speaking of which, it seemed that this was the first time they had faced a daoist demon, no, it was himself, and Daoist Ming had already experienced many battles.

"Do you still remember the formula?" Ming Cong looked at him.

Jin Ze replied: "Of course." His memory is still very strong.

"Wait here, I'll call you. Hmm?" Ming Cong squeezed his hand and asked.

"Okay, okay, no problem." Jin Ze waved his hand, he would naturally have no problem.

He knew how much he was, and except for making a little effort at critical moments, he would naturally stand aside honestly at the rest of the time.

But Ming Cong's appearance that he was afraid of neglecting him made him feel like a jealous vat competing for favor with evil spirits.

During the conversation, voices came from the room below.

First, there was the woman's charming laughter, and then there were all kinds of teasing, which made Jinze's hands and feet numb.

"Is the demon male or female?" Jin Ze suddenly asked.He was wondering if the woman who smiled crookedly was that evil.

Ming Cong raised her eyebrows: "It's recorded as male."

Jin Ze: "Then do we have to hide for a while? If we see us standing here and don't dare to come in, wouldn't it be a failure?"

Ming Cong: "He's already inside."

Jin Ze also raised his eyebrows: "He still wants to watch it before doing it?" This evil hobby is really...

As soon as Jin Ze finished speaking, Ming Cong jumped off the eaves. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but almost fell off with his foot.

Almost at the same time, a woman screamed from the room below.

Jin Ze was lying on the edge of the roof listening to the movement, wiping cold sweat, and when Ming Cong gave an order, he bit his fingertips to help him.

When Ming Cong broke through the window, the room was full of spring, and the woman on the bed was lying on the man's body, about to make a move.

The bright onion that suddenly fell from the sky disrupted the woman's plan, and she let out a scream to cover up her movements.

Ming Cong glanced at the comatose man on the bed, then at the shivering woman holding the clothes, drew out Bai Yishan without hesitation, and stabbed the woman on the bed with another scream.

When the sword tip was about to stab the woman, a gleam of red light flashed in the woman's eyes, and I, who had no talent at all, felt pity for it, so I blocked Ming Cong's sword with one hand with a cold snort.

"Where did you come from, a boy who doesn't know what to do?" The woman said, but it was a man's voice.

Kanazawa, who heard a strange male voice from above, was refreshed, knowing that the real master had come out, he was gearing up and pressing his fingers, thinking about which one to bite.

Ming Cong confirmed what he was thinking, so he stopped talking nonsense with him and stabbed him with his sword.

The woman jumped out of bed, her whole body was covered with black air, and when she reappeared, it was a somewhat familiar figure.

"Well, it looks familiar. Is that interesting little brother here too?" The man asked Ming Cong with his pretty picky eyes.

This person is the one Kanazawa bumped into on the street.

Thinking of the way Jinze looked at him, Ming Cong's fingertips flashed with inspiration, and became even more superior.

"Oh, I... ah!"

Before the two could make a move, there was a scream from outside the window, and Ming Cong and the man flickered at the same time, and came out of the window.

At the beginning, Jin Ze was a little familiar with that person's voice, and he was even more curious when he heard his "little brother". He stretched his head to see clearly, when the tile on his foot slipped, and he turned over and fell off.