Chef [Quick Transmigration]

The news of Meng Jue's fainting hadn't spread to the backyard, and others woke up. Seeing Zhang Xiaobai's face that was [-]% similar to his son's when he was a child, he immediately believed it, not to mention Meng Ying was there to testify. With less population turnover, not to mention the rare genetic appearance like the Meng family, Meng Jue has always been reserved, so he couldn't help but squeeze Zhang Xiaobai's hand tightly, and even said hello a few times.

Looking at Meng Jue, Zhang Xiaobai also had a strange feeling in his heart. It turned out that this was his father. The word father had a different meaning to Zhang Xiaobai. He grew up with his father, and his personality was complicated to a certain extent. The father was engraved, and the person in front of him was his mortal father in this life. He became a grandfather by accident, and now he came to his side again, which seemed a bit fateful.

Meng Jue didn't know what Zhang Xiaobai was thinking. The more he looked at this child, the more he felt satisfied. His facial features were very similar to his eldest son who died early, his eyes were clear and spiritual, and he looked like a sensible and good boy.

Thinking of the child of the same age at home, Meng Jue couldn't help but feel a little unhappy. He has three sons and a daughter. Although Meng Lou is a bit of a dude, he still knows right and wrong. The second son is more sensible. He has practiced martial arts with him since he was a child. Going to the battlefield to kill the enemy never complains, but life is bitter, and his daughter is also sensible, but the third son... From the moment he was born, he has broken his heart: he refuses to eat human milk, even if he uses fine linen to make clothes, he will cry In a place like Border Pass, you have to take hot baths every day, command soldiers to do things behind his back, make soap with cow and goat milk for sick patients, and want to make kilns to make glass when I was five or six years old. To write books and articles at the age of one, just mentioning a pen means that the world will be divided for a long time and must be united for a long time.

Speaking of the third son, Meng Jue thought that only the four words Zhida Caishu could describe him.

Fortunately, now that he is back in Beijing, he seems to be much more settled. If he can really calm down and read some books, he will not ask this child to pass the imperial examination, and it will be fine if he doesn't make trouble for the family.

Meng Jue recognized it happily, but when the news spread to the backyard, it exploded all at once.

Meng Lian couldn't believe her ears. She had been the only male in her family since time travel, and she believed that she must inherit the Ding Beihou Mansion after all these years. When she first heard the story of Meng Lou, she couldn't help but sigh. She sounded like Huo Qubing, so she didn't have any more thoughts. People are dead, so what else could she think about?If Meng Louren was alive, she might still be able to see if this brother could conquer him.

She had already figured out how to live a capitalist life after inheriting the title, and suddenly a child about her age jumped out, and she said he was Meng Lou's son?

It was difficult for Meng Lian to control his expression for a moment, he gritted his teeth and buried his head in his grandmother's arms.

Mrs. Lao Dingbeihou hurriedly asked: "Is it really the child brought by Meng Ying? What does my son say?"

The woman who came to announce the good news was all smiles, and said happily: "The ancestors don't know, I took a few glances at that child, and at first glance, it was carved out of the same mold as our elder son when he was a child. Yes, the master was so happy that he turned over once, and now he is bringing the child to visit the ancestor!"

The old Mrs. Ding Beihou and Meng Lou are intergenerational relatives. Meng Lou was absurd when he was young, and half of it was because his ancestors doted on him. Now that he knows that Meng Lou still has blood in the world, his ancestors are almost dizzy. past.

Mrs. Dingbeihou is much calmer. Although Meng Lou is the flesh that fell from her body, it is not like Meng Lian who was raised by her side since she was a child. She was raised by her ancestors after birth. Leaving aside a grandson whom she had never met, she had some considerations in her mind at the moment. At the time when Meng Lou died at the border, all the outhouses he raised were dismissed. If there is something wrong with his identity, which good family can allow his daughter to raise the child so big before coming to the door to recognize relatives?

Meng Jue also asked about this on the way to the backyard with Zhang Xiaobai. Zhang Xiaobai was very frank and explained Shen Yanwei's background without Meng Ying's help. He looked up at Meng Jue and said, "My mother is I'm from a lowly family, I'm also from a lowly family, I don't think a lowly family is inferior to others, but if Lord Hou is unwilling to accept it, I won't bother you when I get out of this door."

He looked at Meng Jue, with a trace of imperceptible hope in his sincere eyes, Meng Jue suddenly thought of his dead eldest son, and reached out to touch Zhang Xiaobai's soft hair, "Don't mention this again, you are a filial son Good boy, he is a child of my Meng family."

Zhang Xiaobai pursed his lips and said nothing.

The old ancestor lived in the main hall in the backyard. The place was very large, because the residents were old people, and there were no flowers and plants. Now that the New Year was approaching, Zhang Xiaobai followed Meng Jue into the main hall. Picking up the curtain, there is a gust of hot wind head-on.

There was a charcoal fire in the room, an old lady with silver hair was half leaning on the couch, holding a ten-year-old boy in her arms, a middle-aged woman was sitting beside her, and four or five maidservants were waiting on her. The wife's face was full of excitement, while the smile on the middle-aged woman's face seemed to be painted off. As for the boy, who turned his back to him for a long while, he finally turned around, revealing an indistinguishable face and a pair of Cold eyes.

Zhang Xiaobai stood still in the room. For some reason, he was not afraid of the legendary greedy wolf. He glanced at Meng Lian, then raised his head and followed Meng Jue to salute the old lady. People, called grandma.

The old ancestor had heard from his mother-in-law that Zhang Xiaobai and Meng Lou looked alike, but now he couldn't see clearly when he came up close, so he waved to Zhang Xiaobai and said lovingly: "Come, come to □□mother."

Meng Lian moved away stiffly to make room for Zhang Xiaobai.

When people approached, the old ancestor looked at Zhang Xiaobai carefully, and immediately held his hand, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Okay, it really looks like Louer."

After finishing speaking, he refused to let go. Meng Lian was very uncomfortable being squeezed beside the two of them, and he didn't want to be aggrieved to give way. With a look of grievance on his face, he pulled the old ancestor's sleeve and shook it, and said with a flat mouth: "The old ancestor had a great-grandson, so he didn't want a grandson."

Meng Jue couldn't see his son's appearance the most, his eyelids twitched, and subconsciously reprimanded: "Speak well, and make such a crooked gesture, what does it look like?"

The old ancestor also hated Meng Juehou's beloved junior, and was about to reprimand Meng Jue, only to realize that today's day should not make a son's face in front of the child, held back, and patted Meng Lian with the other hand, Holding the two children in his arms, he said joyfully, "Leave him alone, with you here, the ancestors will be complete."

Zhang Xiaobai glanced at Tanlang who was close at hand, reached out and patted the hand of the ancestor, and said in a warm voice: "Thanks to the love of the ancestor."

The more the ancestor looked at him, the more he liked him, and asked him, "Did your mother give you a name? What month is your birthday? What does your mother's family do?"

Meng Jue was like the previous Meng Ying, who almost immediately opened his mouth to cover up for Zhang Xiaobai, fearing that the child's head would offend his ancestors, but Zhang Xiaobai thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "I don't have a formal name. They all call me Xiaobai, my grandparents used to be in the Hanlin Academy, but then the family fell into decline, and gradually failed..."

Meng Jue breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he didn't mind the identity of Xiaobai's mother, and it was okay to explain it to his wife. Only the old ancestor must not let her know, otherwise a bad thing would make her fall ill.

Zhang Xiaobai seldom lies, but he is born with a stable temperament. Although he has no expression when he speaks, he does not have the wandering eyes and tone of ordinary liars. Nothing wrong with it.

Hanlin is a dignified official, and he has no good fortune. His family fortune may have fallen because the head of the family resigned from office or some accident happened, and there is no one to set up a family. If Menglou is still alive, it is not bad for him to marry a daughter of Hanlin with such a reputation. Now that I am so tired that I have a child out of wedlock, I don’t know how wronged I am. The ancestor thought, pity this great-grandson more and more, and talked for a long time, until the old man lost his energy, he yawned, reluctant to give up. let go.

Coming out from the old ancestor's place, Meng Jue took Zhang Xiaobai around the Hou's mansion, during which the grandfather and grandson talked a lot, and learned that Zhang Xiaobai was working as a cook in the brothel, Meng Jue didn't say whether it was good or not , just to remind him that the Dingbei Hou Mansion has guarded the border for generations, and the Meng family is not the son and grandson of Qiluo Township. Once they recognize their ancestors and return to their clan, they will follow him to practice martial arts and read military books.

Zhang Xiaobai found it unacceptable, and he looked at Meng Jue incredulously, "Practicing martial arts is the right thing to do, why does my grandfather let me cook? It's the frontline fighting, so don't you even have time to eat?"

This... of course there are. In fact, the border guards are all elite soldiers, not the kind of peasants and soldiers who come to practice after they are finished. The barbarian invasion also requires basic law. There are not many wars at the border gate throughout the year, and they are concentrated in autumn and winter. In addition to practicing, the rest of the time is still very leisurely.

Zhang Xiaobai and Meng Lian are about the same age. Although Meng Jue knew that people's physiques cannot be generalized, he was still overwhelmed by Zhang Xiaobai's strong physical strength who completed the whole afternoon's practice without blushing and breathless, and was able to straighten his body into the kitchen. up.

In all fairness, this kind of drill is nothing to border guards. Meng Jue made the drill plan according to the physical strength that a ten-year-old child should have, but Zhang Xiaobai has been exercising his physical fitness since he was sensible. It is normal for Meng Lian, who is unsteady in his steps, to set him off as a martial arts prodigy that is rare in a thousand years.

Meng Jue couldn't help but began to recall, did Meng Lou have such extraordinary talent when he was a child?Although the memory is not very clear, but why it seems... not?