Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

Huangfeng Pavilion is on the second floor. It is said that the Pavilion is actually a private room.The built-in furnishings are very old-fashioned, and the window is facing the alley where they came.

The dishes are three dishes and one soup, but it is not simple at all. The chef not only puts the dishes on the plate, but also tastes very good.

A dish of golden retriever lionfish, meat slices, mapo tofu, and a bowl of pork ribs and lotus root soup, it looks delicious at first glance.

Even Hong Tingyun, who was used to delicacies from mountains and seas, ransacked the table and even made two bowls of rice.

But looking at Mo Xiaofeng beside him, he didn't take a bite of the tofu, and was slowly drinking the pork rib soup, as if he was about to leave the table, so he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Isn't this mapo tofu not good? How can I see that you haven't eaten a single bite?"

Hong Tingyun said that he almost drank the soup, okay?

Mo Xiaofeng put down the bowl and chopsticks, took a piece of paper aside and wiped his mouth.

"Master Lu wants to hear you complain about his poor craftsmanship, so he can come to you with a knife to settle accounts. His ancestors were the royal cooks for Lord Kangxi. You forgot, I am from the north, and I don't like spicy food."

Hong Tingyun was eating the tofu chopsticks, and looked up at Mo Xiaofeng in surprise.

"Then let's serve this today? A big pot of rice?"

Mo Xiaofeng really wanted to give him a supercilious look, he had never seen a pig running before, he must have eaten pork anyway, did you see any imperial chef frying big pot dishes for you.

"Master Lu usually doesn't serve me these. Maybe he knows that someone is going to eat here, and he will take care of someone's taste in case he won't be used to it."

These words were a bit sarcastic, but Hong Tingyun felt completely satisfied when he heard them, and even laughed happily for a moment.

"Oh, your cook has quite a sharp eye!"

Mo Xiaofeng was really too lazy to talk to him, so he called the lady in charge to come in, wait for him to wash his hands and rinse his mouth, and then he was ready to go backstage.

Hong Tingyun stopped eating now, wiped his hands and stood up, his eyes full of eagerness to try.

"Are you going on stage? Can I watch?"

Mo Xiaofeng stood up and tidied his clothes, his expression was still that indifferent, he said as he walked.

"What's the matter. Cross talk is meant to entertain others. Anyone can sit down and listen to it. If it's not fun, I should cry. My master asked me to rehearse a show here every week, saying You can’t forget Ben, everyone in the Mo family can say a few words.”

"Master?"

Didn't it mean that he learned art from his father?Why did another master appear?Hong Tingyun was a little confused for a moment.

Mo Xiaofeng had already left the Huangfeng Pavilion, and walked downstairs step by step towards the backstage.

"My master is my father, and I have to call him master according to the rules of seniority just after being a master. But I suffered a lot from being beaten with a small stick. He really didn't teach me much in this line of work. It's the elder brother who is leading me."

Just as he was talking, Yu Tianqing came out from the backstage and saw Mo Xiaofeng walking towards him, with a tail behind him, he couldn't help laughing for a moment, and when he was about to speak, he heard Mo Xiaofeng cup his hands at him first, respectfully shouted.

"Master Yu."

The Tangzi was performing a Beijing opera, and the clappers rang loudly. Hong Tingyun glanced back and saw Mo Xiaofeng bowing to someone, and called "Master".

He didn't know whether he just woke up or fell asleep again after eating, Hong Tingyun was a little confused.

Looking at the familiar old guy not far away, he didn't realize where he had seen it before, and seeing Mo Xiaofeng being so polite to others, he yelled along with some uncertainty.

"……uncle?"

Yu Tianqing was called out by this claim and didn't know whether he should agree or not for a moment. Mo Xiaofeng in the front was stunned for a moment and turned back to look at Hong Tingyun with an unbelievable expression. He didn't know what kind of brain circuit this guy had come up with two words.

Hong Tingyun also realized at this time, this is the old guy who served his uncle in the morning, and the father in Mo Xiaofeng's photo didn't have such a face.This misunderstanding was really embarrassing for a moment, like the scene of a social death.

But he was also very wronged, okay, the eyes he looked at Mo Xiaofeng were full of resentment.

Hong Tingyun: "...you can call him Master..."

right!It's not my fault, it's you who clearly called it that.

Mo Xiaofeng also came to his senses, and when he remembered the last sentence he said to him, he swallowed the swear words again.

"This is Master Yu Tianqing Yu, the shopkeeper of this Qingpinglou. He is not my master or my father, and my father is not my only master, understand?"

This is a bit confusing, Hong Tingyun is using his own CPU to deal with such a long list of character relationships, but he is amused by Yu Tianqing who understands it.

"Young Master Mo, your friend is really interesting."

Mo Xiaofeng felt that the word "meaning" had to be changed.

"He's an idiot."

Normally, Hong Tingyun would have turned up and quarreled with him, but this is Mo Xiaofeng's territory anyway, and there are elders watching, Hong Tingyun endured it, put down his temper and did not accept this.

Mo Xiaofeng went backstage to prepare for the scene, Yu Tianqing called the lady in charge to come over to take care of him and went to work himself.

Hong Tingyun looked at the bluffing singing on the stage, he was really bored, and asked Mo Xiaofeng when he was on stage, and he asked the lady in charge to take him to find a seat in the lobby.

This woman in ancient costume was younger than the few people I saw this morning, with a very gentle appearance, and looked very politely at Hong Tingyun.

Hong Tingyun casually asked a few words before he realized that her name was Erying, and she was Yu Tianqing's right-hand man who was in charge of serving Yu Tianqing.

He speaks very lively, but the questions are very tight, and he can't find out anything at all.

After a few sentences, Hong Tingyun only knew that he was the first friend Mo Xiaofeng brought to the building.

Well, Hong Tingyun, who wanted to compete in everything, felt great satisfaction in his heart at this moment.

Nothing else matters anymore!Anyway, I'm such an awesome guy!

Mrs. Erying personally served tea to Hong Tingyun, and put out a plate of melon seeds for him, and retreated not far away to stand quietly.

The Beijing opera on the stage was over, and two master masters from the Tianjin region went up to talk for five or six minutes.

It was rare for Hong Tingyun to calm down and listen to such a passage, and felt that it was much more fun than the star variety shows he usually watched.

It is said that traditional things will be eliminated by the times, but some new elements can be added to it, combined with the current folk styles, it is still very impressive.

But Hong Tingyun wasn't waiting for such an announcement at all, he waved to the lady in charge, Er Ying hurriedly stepped forward to give a blessing, and then moved his ears closer.

"When will Xiaofeng come on stage? Why haven't I seen him?"

They have all read today's excerpts. After all, it is not the Spring Festival Gala. Due to the interaction of the audience under the stage, there will be a rough fluctuation in time, and the time should be almost the same.

Just as he was talking, the two actors on the stage had already bowed to thank him and left the stage, announcing that the next program was "My Father".

Yo?coming!

Just as he was talking, Mo Xiaofeng came on stage with a fat man who was much older than him.

Mo Xiaofeng: "Let me introduce myself, Mo Feng, and the person next to me is my partner Huang Tianqi. You read it right, this is the golden fan who is the partner of Mr. Xu every day, and I borrowed it today to use it!" "

Huang Tianqi: "Yes! I'm yours today. I can do whatever you want!"

Mo Xiaofeng: "Ahem, it sounds like I'm going to do something indescribable to you. I'm a serious person! I just want to ask everyone, are you surprised or surprised?"

Huang Tianqi: "No surprises, no surprises, I'll just make a living. You are the young boss, so you have the final say. I don't have a good father!"

As soon as I said a few words at the beginning, the following became hot, and a group of people liked to watch these jokes.

Hong Tingyun listened to it a few times, and was really amazed.

Mo Xiaofeng on the stage was as if he had changed his core. As a funny actor, he was completely silly and sweet, and Huang Tianqi, who was being praised, kept tearing things down.The face is full of confused and amusing looks, it is really a joy to look at Hong Tingyun.

It turned out that Mo Xiaofeng on the stage looked like this, and his usual cold tone formed a strong contrast. For a moment, Hong Tingyun really didn't know which one was his real look.

Mo Xiaofeng: "Don't talk nonsense, those who don't know will think I am an illegitimate child! This Qingping Building is not my family's business, it is my uncle's, I am just a poor cook!"

Huang Tianqi: "Yes! Poor noble son, come down the mountain to experience the life of poor people, I understand. Who told me not to have a good father!"

Mo Xiaofeng: "You understand again! What's wrong with my father, then he has to take care of me. My father is in the north and I am in the south. I have been sent here. Parents are not poor enough if they don't love each other. ? Not miserable enough? Can you still get his light? A joke!"

Huang Tianqi: "Oh, I have never seen a wage earner who drives a Ferrari one day and a Porsche the next. Look at me! I just found my second uncle at the entrance of the alley to fix the tire on my bicycle and accepted me 20 yuan. It's a pity that I was stuck with a nail before I walked two meters! I said, it couldn't be your kid who did it!?"

Mo Xiaofeng: "What the hell am I doing! That's because I negotiated the share with my second uncle! If you ride a shared bicycle and go to him to repair the tire, you are burning too much money!"

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The audience was amused, perhaps because it was rare to see a young man with a good skin and a shallow face. Sometimes when he talked about the rise, the audience yelled at him to take off his clothes and give him more money.

Mo Xiaofeng's face was full of righteousness, and he waved his sleeves calmly to resolve it.

"This can't be said on stage, you have to pay more!"

The audience was full of laughter, and Hong Tingyun listened to him telling jokes so heartlessly, and usually still looked like ice, he really felt that this guy was too good at acting.

But gradually, he came to think of it again, and some of the stories in it seemed too close to his life.

The more Mo Xiaofeng became annoyed on the stage, embarrassed and forgot his words, the more joyful the audience was. Hong Tingyun put down the tea in his hand after listening to it, thinking about the content of the joke he said, and how good it was. How true is it?

A ten-minute cross talk won the applause of the whole house.

With a smile all over his face, Mo Xiaofeng respectfully saluted all the parents in the audience.

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