Chef's arena

The neighbors on the road all looked at them with strange eyes, not only did not avoid suspicion, they hugged Yuan Yeqing next to him, and said loudly to the surroundings deliberately: "Who covets the master's male favorite? Is the name of my number one son just for display?" Look, there is something to eat, huh!" He walked in front of Li San and the others swaggeringly with his arms around Yuan Yeqing.

"Who is your male favourite, at least I am the main wife." Being held in his arms, Uncle Qing calmly resisted the position Mo Xian gave him.

"Whether you're the main wife or not depends on your performance in the future." Mo Xian, who was aggressive, said arrogantly. (Have you forgotten what our Sanwei chef said: Liugong Fendai has no color, and the king will not go to court early. You are Concubine Yang, and Uncle Qing is the emperor, okay?)

The sun sinks to the west mountain, and the moon rises to the willow branches. The hall of Mo’s house is full of guests and friends talking happily. Seeing the second younger brother who came back really surprised my brother: “Yo~ why are you back? I thought you wouldn’t come back today Yes. Hey~ It turned out to be a family member, no wonder he was willing to come back." Seeing the three people following him, Mo Qi knew why his precious brother came back.

"Ask uncle, ask the cook to cook more dishes for several people. I'm going to have dinner at home tonight." Mo Xian explained to the butler with ease.

"Yo~ It's Pavilion Master Mo's younger brother, the First Young Master, who is back. Who are these people?" The representative of the full audience asked. These people only knew Mo Xian, who often haunted the martial arts world, but they didn't know these non-staff members.

"This is Yuan Yeqing, the boss of Shilixiang. My first son solemnly introduced to everyone in the martial arts world today. Yuan Yeqing is my first son's lover. I hope no one will introduce someone to me in the future. This son has already got his name. Pulling Yuan Yeqing, who was slightly astonished, turned to Mo Qi, who was also slightly astonished, "Brother, whether you agree or not, I recognize him. Although I have said this before, this is the last time."

Yuan Yeqing and Mo Qi, who have always been calm, probably would not have thought that Mo Xian would make such a move, but Mo Xian just did it, announcing his feelings in a high-profile manner, and no third person would be allowed to intervene.

Yuan Yeqing acquiesced to his approach, and bowed slightly to everyone: "My next Yuan Yeqing, there is a restaurant family, I hope everyone can take care of it." In fact, as long as Shilixiang is mentioned, everyone knows the reputation of this restaurant. What about shamisen?

Mo Qi's parents went wandering in the early years, his eldest brother is really like a father, he raised Mo Xian alone, so he has always "spoiled" his younger brother, "I respect your decision!" It seemed that the majesty of Qianyin Pavilion melted all the martial arts present.Since the family didn't mind, the martial arts people had nothing to say, they just waited for Mo Xian to introduce the remaining "couple".

"This is Shi Lixiang's kitchen god, uh, Li Sanwei." Mo Xian thinks about calling him Li Sanwei, "The one next to him is his wife Mingxuan." Yes, it's his wife, but understanding depends on personal IQ up.

I knew that the one next to him was a woman, and if it was a man, I would almost doubt my sexual orientation.It is rare for everyone in the martial arts to have a unified opinion. Li San didn't care. Mingxuan was indeed his wife in his heart. It didn't matter if it was a man or a woman.

Everyone made an introduction and chatted happily. Yuan Yeqing didn't forget the way he came here (well, off topic), he didn't forget the purpose of coming to Mofu, and told his brother-in-law about his miraculous experience, which only attracted Wu Lin People sighed endlessly (forgive Xiaodizi for his brain twitching, Xiaodizi wanted to speak weakly, and even wanted to stop updating for a few days, and resume updating when he regained his strength).

Mo Qi, who was in deep thought, touched his chin with no beard, his eyes drifted, and he thought thoughtfully: "No wonder I saw the Dongyang people that day, probably from the Phantom Gate. You must have been discovered by them and knocked unconscious. "Pavilion Master Mo, are you sure?Why didn't they kill Uncle Qing, and why did they leave the root of the disaster?

"It's possible." A disciple of a certain idiot headed by idiot responded with a lot of talk. "It's not very likely, otherwise the boss wouldn't be standing here alive." Li San retorted the talkative person.

"Well, Brother Sanwei is right. If the people from the Phantom Gate really found Boss Yuan, they would not let him go so easily. I also checked for him, and there is no poisonous injury." Mo Qi overturned My own speculation before.

"Unless he intentionally let Ye Zi go, and wanted to use Ye Ye's hand to push Zhen Jian to the forefront, and become the target of public criticism and reap the benefits of the fisherman." Mo Xian, the master of reasoning, finally made a successful appearance, and Mo Qi's eyes were full of praise.

"Mr. Mo Er is very reasonable." The leader of a small gang took the opportunity to make an appearance. "The number one son really lives up to his reputation." Another gang with few members interjected.Mo Qi laughed lightly, as expected, they were all mud that wouldn't stick to the wall, but he just took advantage of it, so he didn't even need to move his mind.

"It seems that it's time to overthrow Zhen Jian as the leader of the alliance." Mo Qi, as the leader of this game, made a decisive speech.The leaders of all sects nodded in approval.

Everyone was immersed in the intense discussion, Ming Xuan, who was on the sidelines, looked at the night outside the door boredly, but seemed to see something flashing by.He thought that he was dazzled, but he was not the only one who saw the phantom at the same time, such as Li San, Mo Qi, etc.

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I'm too lazy to code, @##￥%￥%... Forgive me, my mind is a mess, hehe, but I don't have the habit of opening holes and not filling them, and I will work hard to the end.As a preview, the next chapter has nothing to do with this article, but hey, I can’t keep up with the progress of the manuscript, so I took it to make up the number, and everyone hates me.

38. The non-staffed Mo Qi Mo Xian

"Xian'er, how could you treat me like this." Mo Qi felt a pain in his heart when he saw Mo Xian who flew out, he had rolled over the sheets together last night, but now he was about to fall into another man's arms.

Fifteen years ago, his incompetent parents left him and Mo Xian, who were only 15 years old, under the name of the gods and couples of the rivers and lakes, and wandered around the world. There are no these two people in the world (cough, sorry, I have read a lot of Journey to the West recently, and I always have the shadow of Yan Wang’s brother-in-law in my mind), leaving behind a large manor and a large group of servants, even the gang I created. Handed over to the brothers with a foreign surname (Dizi was too lazy to think of a name for the soy sauce sect, so we decided on our own).

From then on, Mo Qi became the father of a five-year-old child, and he was so sad and heartbroken. Uncle Mo Wen only read one sentence: "Master, let the nanny do these things." In Mo The house nurse is just a display, the real nurse is his own brother who can't squeeze a drop of milk.

The younger brother looks very similar to his mother, but his personality is also similar to that of his father. All in all, he is much more heroic than his elder brother. Seeing his younger brother so immature and lovely, an evil seed has taken root and sprouted since then.When Mo Xian was eight years old, this bud had already grown into a small sapling. Just when he was in urgent need of nourishment, Mo Qi became ruthless, and invited the most famous gentleman in the capital home, and opened a new life for his younger brother. Home mode.

Under this kind of abnormal growth, Mo Xian couldn't bear to live like a lady. On a night where wolves were howling everywhere (it seems that the howling of wolves can't be heard in Beijing city, forget about the little flute and let me call a few times: 嗤~哦~), Xiao Mo jumped out of the wall and lived a free life.

On the second day when Mo Xian was begging on the streets of Beijing, Mo Qi pulled Mo Xian back under a mixture of tension, sadness and various emotions. This day happened to be Mo Xian's 12th birthday.Mo Qi took a bath for Mo Xian, who was in a mess, and sniffed his nose fiercely: "Xian'er, brother, how can I be sorry for you, you want to humiliate yourself like this, you don't know that you made yourself into a How distressed my brother is like this." Mo Xian on the side ignored his snotty and tearful brother, playing with the bath water with all kinds of fragrant flowers floating in it

The little tree in Mo Qi’s heart blossomed for the first time when Mo Xian was 14 years old. At that time, he was only 21 years old and he had already established Qianyin Pavilion, which became the first information business company in Wulin, and new service types appeared. , there must be new employment trends and new development prospects.When he was rushing between clients, he was as busy as a dog, and when he dragged his exhausted body back home, Mo Xian blocked the door of his room: "Brother, what is the story about the addiction to broken sleeves?"

There was a thunder on the ground, which suddenly woke up the person who only cared about his work and didn't care about his family: "Why do you ask this?" In fact, he knew the allusion of the habit of broken sleeves in his heart, but how could he tell Mo Xian? Could it be that the emperor likes it? A eunuch, the eunuch pressed his sleeve and fell asleep, he couldn't bear to wake the eunuch, so he cut off his own sleeve?Just rely on Mo Xian Su Mali (Mo Qi: At that time there was Su Mali? Little Dizi, please don’t mess around. Xiao Dizi: It’s all said to be a non-staff. It’s okay to say that you are an alien. When will you go? It’s Shanghai. Mo Qi: Get out~) The logic of thinking like this must be to tell a story and interpret it into an earth-shattering epic.

"Old Shi said it today. He asked me if I understood the meaning. You haven't told me. How can I understand?" Mo Xian ruthlessly dug out a lump from his nose, and flicked it out with his fingers. . (Xiaodizi: Well, I was wrong, I ruined Mo Xian's image. Mo Xian: When did you write me in a vivid way? Labor and capital scribbling. Xiaodizi: You acted in your true colors. Mo Xian: Get out~).

"Which teacher? Why do you ask about your addiction to broken sleeves? Did you answer it?" The parent's style is no less impressive.

"Old and wet, he said that his hometown is popular