Predecessors

The next morning, Fatty Hei was already bouncing around, without a trace of weakness from last night.He hopped to school with his schoolbag on his back.

In the classroom, Wang Ji has already opened the book for morning reading in a decent manner.The fat black man didn't like to study, and lay listlessly on the table in a daze.

"You have really changed a lot." Wang Ji looked at him sideways and thoughtfully.

The fat black man heard his words sharply, "Have I changed?"

"Well... I said you've lost weight."

Hei Fatty is a straight person, thinking that he has really lost weight, he is very happy.

During lunch, Fatty Hei reluctantly gave Wang Ji one of the dustpan cookers his uncle had made for him.

"My uncle made me a snack, let me try it."

Wang Ji took the dustpan and took a bite carefully.

"Is it delicious?" Hei Fatty said proudly, but found that Wang Ji was already in tears.

"It's delicious." Wang Ji ate while crying, leaving his mouth full of oil, and even the starving black fat man was amazed by his rude eating.

After Wang Ji finished eating, he smacked his lips dissatisfied, and stared straight into the fat black man's lunch box.

The black fat man quickly covered the lunch box tightly, for fear of being snatched away.

On the top of the clouds, the golden glazed tiles of Tiangong are shining brightly, passing through the clouds and mist, and the golden light is overflowing, showing a kind of self-evident majesty and solemnity.

Suddenly, a loud and clear cry overflowed the heavenly palace with the light at an untimely time, and the resting Vermilion sparrows flew out one after another.

In the main hall, Master Yi Sheng excitedly put his arms around Bai Shirt's neck, "Brother Shan, brother Yi is wrong, I shouldn't trouble you."

The white shirt hugged Yisheng Zhenjun's slender waist with both hands, shaking like a wave, "Yi...brother, I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again."

The Emperor of Heaven shook his sleeves and concluded, "Come here, leave these two people behind."

Yisheng Zhenjun and Baishan did not give up on pretending to be good brothers, entangled like prawns.

The poor Heavenly Soldiers and Generals next to him didn't pull or drag, so they didn't dare to move for a while.

It was General Bingke who came out in person, kicked with confidence and boldly, and was sitting on the white shirt's buttocks, only to hear the white shirt wailed "Ah", and the two of them hugged each other and fell to the world.

The white shirt rubbed his butt, and cursed bitterly, "You despicable villain, how dare you kick me, when the general returns, I will beat you to death."

Zhenjun Yisheng lost his immortality, and was very sad, like a frosted eggplant, "What should we do now?"

Bai Shan waved his hand, and immediately crossed the river and demolished the bridge, "What can I do, you take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge."

Bai Shan had already made up his mind to go to Lin Yi's house to protect General Wang Ji as soon as he was in the mortal world.

Zhenjun Yisheng's tone softened, "Take me with you, I can help you do many things."

The white shirt refused, and walked forward on his own.Yisheng Zhenjun refused to follow, but followed with a stern face.

After walking for a while in Baishan, he turned around and saw Zhenjun Yisheng staring at his piece of fat like a little wolf dog that couldn't be shaken off.Bai Shan had no choice but to say viciously, "Are you willing to be a cow or a horse?"

"So, you mean to live with me for a long time?" Lin Yi listened to Baishan's explanation indifferently.

"Mr. Lin, we don't live here for nothing. True Lord Yisheng is a good hand at work, so you can leave all the heavy and rough work to him."

Master Yi Sheng remained silent, and he had to bow his head under the eaves.

Lin Yi glanced at Yisheng Zhenjun's figure, which was more charming than a woman, and said lightly: "Go and light the fire first."

The white shirt repeated proudly: "Did you hear that, go and light the fire."

Zhenjun Yisheng obediently went to the kitchen.

After the fat man came back, he found that there were more immortals in white clothes and a man who looked like a woman that he had never seen before in the room.When he saw the white shirt, he remembered the tonic from last time, which made him feel uncomfortable all night, so he didn't give him any good looks.

When the meal was over, the dishes on the table were obviously different from usual.There are cucumbers in soy sauce, fresh fresh tofu, agar-agar in clear soup, crucian carp in watercress, and gizzard flowers in salt water. The meat and vegetables are evenly matched, tender and delicious.These are the craftsmanship of Yisheng Zhenjun, which is very different from Lin Yi's light cooking method, and has a touch of deliciousness.

There was an extra bodyguard and cook out of thin air, Lin Yi is really a dumb man marrying a wife—he was overjoyed.

Sitting in the courtyard after dinner, I was free for a few days.

Everyone had a full meal, even Lin Yi was rarely full.A group of people sat in the yard to digest food.

Baishan sincerely praised Yisheng Zhenjun's craftsmanship, and he was the one who ate the most among all the people. "I didn't expect Zhenjun Yisheng to be a good cook."

Yisheng Zhenjun combed his beautiful black hair with his slender fingers, and was proudly praised by the white shirt. His appearance was no different from that of Blue Ear who trimmed his hair.

The white shirt looked at the vast sky, felt it, and chanted a poem, "The drunken moon is frequently holy, and the lost flowers are not the king."

Seeing the appearance of white shirt full of food and drink, and groaning without illness, Zhenjun Yisheng couldn't help but choked him, "You have been kicked out of the heaven, and you don't have to "serve" if you want to."

Bai Shirt's eyes widened, and he cursed, "Bai is in good health, why can't he be "servant"?"

Yisheng Zhenjun covered his mouth, laughing so hard that the branches trembled.

Fatty Hei didn't recognize a few big characters, so he turned around and asked Lin Yi, "Isn't it?"

Lin Yi shook his head and pointed it out, "This servant is not that servant."

Yisheng Zhenjun wanted to serve the Emperor of Heaven, and Bai Shirt really wanted to serve the beautiful woman.

Lin Yi smiled back, thinking to himself: Be careful of the white shirt in the future, don't let him teach his black fat man bad.

Fatty Hei also thought that Yisheng Zhenjun's cooking was good, but he still flattered Lin Yi, "Uncle's cooking is really delicious!"

"You're partial to your uncle." Bai Shan was drunk and boldly refuted the general's words.

Fatty Hei was not convinced: "Today I ate the dustpan cooker made by my uncle for my classmates, and he was so delicious that he cried."

Lin Yi only thought that the black fat man was talking big and flattering himself, and he smiled and didn't take it seriously.

On Sunday, Fatty Hei went to Aunt Hua's house for lunch.Aunt Hua cooks good dishes, making Fatty Hei's belly plump every time.

"Xiao Hei, how is your uncle recently?"

"pretty good."

Aunt Hua suddenly sighed, "Have any women visited your uncle's house?"

The fat black man thought about it carefully, except for the uncle in white, there was almost no one else in the house.He shook his head.

Aunt Hua hesitated for a while before saying, "Your uncle has lived here for some years, and I have never seen him get married."

Fatty Hei wondered, didn't he and his uncle have a family? Why did Aunt Hua say that his uncle didn't have a family.

"However, this may be a good thing for you kid. I'm afraid your uncle will neglect you after he gets his wife."

"Uncle won't!" The fat black man protested holding his fat paw.

Aunt Hua thinks old-fashioned, thinking that the stepmother treats her husband's children with a heart of snakes and scorpions. "A man only cares about his own wife after begging for a wife. How can he care about you."

The fat black man was not convinced on his face, but he silently remembered this sentence in his heart.A solid concept was formed in my mind: I can't let my uncle find a wife, or my uncle will treat me badly.

Seeing Fatty Hei getting angry, Aunt Hua knew that she was talking too much, so she quickly brought a plate of fried dumplings to apologize.

Fatty Hei got angry. He wanted to refuse Aunt Hua's dumplings, but then he thought, Uncle might not have eaten yet.So he put the fried dumplings into a clean lunch box and brought them back to Lin Yi to eat.

Lin Yi took the bag from Fatty Hei calmly, and Fatty Hei had a warm expression on his face, "Uncle, eat quickly, it's delicious."

He was noncommittal, "I'll eat it later."

Lin Yi was relieved that the fat man had learned to love others.But he had a tricky mouth and didn't like to eat greasy food, so he threw those fried dumplings into the trash can while Fatty Hei wasn't paying attention.

When the fat man was taking out the trash, he saw those dumplings. Some of the dumpling skins fell apart, leaving only a shriveled empty shell, looking listless.

There was a tingling pain in the fat black man's heart.He liked everything his uncle gave him, but his uncle didn't like what he gave him. He faintly felt a kind of inequality, but there was nothing he could do.

He turned those dumplings out of the trash can, washed them in the pool, and put them in bags.

The next day at school, the black fat man quietly stuffed the bag of dumplings into his bag.During lunch, he took out the dumplings.He didn't eat the lunch box that Lin Yi made for him, but ate the bag of dumpling that was thrown away to express his silent protest.

Wang Ji stared at the dumpling in the fat man's hand, "Did your uncle make this again?"

"Oh, this is my uncle..." Before he could finish the word "lost", Wang Ji grabbed the bag bluntly and started to eat quickly.

Seeing how he looked like a starved ghost reincarnated, the fat man generously gave him the dumplings.After Wang Ji finished eating, a strange expression of satisfaction appeared on his face, which made the fat man tremble in fright, and almost knocked the lunch box to the ground.

During class in the afternoon, Wang Ji's complexion suddenly became very strange, his brows tightened, and his forehead was sweating.He raised his hand, "Teacher, I have a stomachache and I want to go to the bathroom."

Fatty Hei saw him running out of the classroom quickly, and was secretly worried. Wang Ji's face looked very bad.

In one class, Wang Ji ran to the toilet several times.The teacher was very worried, and temporarily suspended class to accompany Wang Ji to the infirmary.The fat man followed, carefully supporting the weak Wang Ji.

The doctor looked at Wang Ji's pale face and asked, "Did you eat anything unclean today?"

Fatty Hei suddenly thought that today Wang Ji ate his own dumplings and didn't eat anything else.The dumplings are from yesterday and have been washed with tap water, so they may have gone bad.

He lowered his head and said guiltily, "It seems that my dumplings made Wang Ji upset."

Wang Ji had a happy expression on his face, "I don't blame you, I want to eat it myself."

As long as it was made by that person, even if it was poisoned wine, he would drink it with a smile.

The fatty black heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately Wang Ji ate the dumpling and didn't get into his uncle's mouth, otherwise it would be a disaster for his uncle to have a stomachache.