Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

Maybe it was because he ate too much Qingshen Cake, but he couldn't fall asleep even though he was hugged by his senior brother.

Under the thick curled eyelashes, his eyes were dark blue, his face was arched, and his soft hair brushed against Wen Zhaoxi's chin.

Wen Zhaoxi opened his dim sleepy eyes, he hugged the ball in his arms, the masculine breath permeated the room between the two, he gently followed Shun Xu's upturned back, and said softly to sleep: "Senior brother raised you..."

Xu Chaoqi was dejected, he climbed up and hugged his senior brother's shoulders, and pressed his forehead against it.

"Then I don't get something for nothing"

Wen Zhaoxi closed his eyes, licked Xu's upturned earlobes, his sexy Adam's apple rolled, and his deep voice made people blush: "Then Xiaoyao take the initiative once, and the brother will give Xiaoyao 100 yuan of top-quality spirit stones."

Xu turned his face up "shua" and blushed so much that he was bleeding, he turned his back and buried himself in the quilt and curled up into a ball.

Outside the window, the full moon is at the same height as the fairy palace, half above and half below the soil. The breeze blows the flowers and plants, and the cicadas sing from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Chaoqi crawled out of the quilt.

The night seemed a bit long, Wen Zhaoxi hugged the sweaty Xu Chaoqi on his chest, seeing the first ray of sunlight was about to shine on the mountains, he raised his hand and waved, the incense in the incense burner seemed to stagnate.

Maybe it was because of exhaustion, Xu Chaoqi slept soundly and comfortably this time, the heat in the bed gradually dissipated, and he opened his eyes in a daze with the quilt rolled up by himself.

Before dawn, smoke curled up from the incense burner.

He lifted half of the quilt, picked up his waist, and his black hair fell like a waterfall, falling on the wrinkled sheets.

The paper was blown up by the thin quilt with the wind, and Xu Chao raised his hazy phoenix eyes to look at the ground. There were countless land deeds and spiritual tickets.

A spirit ticket is a receipt issued by a business firm in the world that is specially used to store spirit stones. If you scan any one, the denomination starts at two thousand.

Memories flooded back, Xu Chao blushed and curled up under the quilt again.

Until the sound of footsteps echoed, the quilt was lifted, and he was pulled into an embrace. Xu Chao didn't even lift him up, and went straight into his senior brother's collar.

The senior brother smiled lowly and took him to take a bath.

The shampoo also has a sandalwood scent, Xu Chaoqi was raised by his senior, and the scent permeates from the inside to the outside.

Wen Zhaoxi stuck to his hair and sniffed lightly, his calm eyes filled with a slight smile, he lightly bit the back of the other's neck, and as expected, he was reprimanded by a certain Xiaoyao.

It was still early before the time to set up the stall, so Wen Zhaoxi rolled up his sleeves and prepared breakfast and lunch for them.

All kinds of scents rushed out from the stove, and Xu Chaoqi was packing today's goods in storage bags.

He sighed, now that the stock is getting less and less, it is estimated that it can only be sold for another day at most, but the big heads are behind.

Wen Zhaoxi was cooking soup, recalling the owner's habit of eating snacks, so he put down his sleeves and walked towards the warehouse.

The door of the pitch-black hall was opened, dozens of bright pearls lit up immediately, and the ink tails hung down and swayed on the ground, and he walked towards the depths.

There were various snacks along the way, including fish, shrimp, beef, chicken feet, ribs that he had marinated before...

And those big jars are all kinds of sweet and sour pulp.

After thinking about it, he took four small one-foot-high jars, which contained grape meat, shrimp meat balls, braised pork ribs, and spicy fish balls. Each jar contained about half a catty.

These four jars are not eye-catching among thousands of small jars, let alone hundreds of large half-foot-high jars, and there are more than 200 types of snacks alone.

He lowered his smiling eyes, and put the jar into a red storage bag, which was exclusive to the master.

The sound of footsteps echoed again, and the slender figure elongated under the light.

If someone saw this scene, they would definitely not be able to imagine that this warehouse was still an empty palace a year ago.

As the fairy palace gradually smelled of fireworks, things were only occasionally placed in the palace.Later, Wen Zhaoxi emptied the place, cleaned and arranged it, and put some shelves here.

There are more and more snacks.

Although Wen Zhaoxi, who is in charge of the house, always eats snacks outside, does not stop him, but Wen Zhaoxi is always worried about the quality of the snacks.

His heart to seize the Taoist companion was never to stop the Taoist companion, but to overwhelm the flowers and plants outside with his own ability.

Gradually, the head of the family also withdrew his heart and only ate at home.Even if there is a new food outside to hook him, the head of the house will only take a few bites to taste the taste, freeing up his stomach to fill the family food.

When Wen Zhaoxi closed the hall door, he took another look inside the hall.

Half of the snacks in it were made after they got married.

Xu Chaoqi also knew this place, so he and Xiaoyu teamed up to build a wooden basket with rollers. One person and one fish often slipped in in the afternoon, pushing the wooden basket to choose a basket full of snacks.

In the end, Xiaoyu carried the basket on his back, and they went up to the plane tree together, eating and reading scripts while facing the sunset.

Xiaoyu is also a clever fish, and he has learned all the characters in just a few days.Wen Zhaoxi closed the door completely, he thought that although the jars in the hall would not be broken, and there were more and more jars every day, these categories were always a bit boring.

When he is free, he can go to other places to see if there are any new snacks.

In the kitchen.

After Xu Chaoqi washed up, he had a whim. He looked at the boiling soup pot, so he also rolled up his sleeves, added some vegetables with the unused fish on the table, and boiled a small pot of soup.

He tentatively put in the seasoning, knowing that he was not good at cooking, so he took a sip every time he put it in, and he stopped quickly until the taste was almost there, and he drank most of the soup.

The water started to boil, and Xu Chaoqi tasted the fish again...

When Wen Chaoxi entered the kitchen, Xu Chaoqi was filling the bowls.

Hearing the sound, Xu Chao turned around and raised his head, his eyes were like crescent moons.

"Mmm," Wen Zhaoxi said softly, and turned his gaze to the bowl of soup.

Xu Chaoqi laughed: "Brother! I also made a bowl of soup for you!"

Although it's not very tasty, it's not bad to drink, and it's just mediocre. Compared with the craftsmanship of the senior brother, it's a world apart!

"En." Wen Zhaoxi smiled as usual, and touched Xu Chaoqi's head: "Xiao Yao has worked hard."

Xu Chaoqi wanted his senior brother to drink the soup with great expectation, but the senior brother remained indifferent.

It was still early, so he asked Xu Chao to have breakfast first, while he made himself a pot of tea and sipped lightly.

Xu Chao got up to drink the porridge, and secretly glanced at his senior brother. Seeing that his senior brother didn't want to drink soup, he lowered his head.

Seeing this, Wen Zhaoxi could only take a sip to appease him, and lowered his eyes to hide the smile in his eyes: "Xiao Yao is very skilled."

Xu Chaoqi's waist finally straightened, but Wen Zhaoxi stopped drinking.

Xu Chaoqi:

The bowl of soup had been left there, and Wen Zhaoxi used spells to maintain the temperature. When they left, Wen Zhaoxi packed their lunch, and carefully put the bowl of soup into it along the way.

Xu Zhaoqi blinked his eyes, and then Wen Zhaoxi led him away.

They came to the third level, and the stall owners who can come here to set up stalls are all related, so there are more than half of the stall owners today.

They searched for stalls and continued to set up stalls. During this period, Wen Zhaoxi took out a small jar for the master, and the savory fragrance hooked the souls of the new disciples.

They looked over here from time to time, but they were so busy at the moment that they couldn't get out.

At noon, Wen Zhaoxi took out the lunch box and put the dishes on the table, Xu Chaoqi drank the fish porridge he made, and he took the porridge that Xu Chaoqi made for him and drank slowly.

The fragrance spread farther and farther, and the disciples finally couldn't bear it anymore and approached the booth.

Seeing this, Wen Zhaoxi continued to scoop up the soup slowly, cherishing every sip without stopping.

Under the eyes of everyone, the new disciples approached, and one of them wiped his saliva and couldn't help saying: "Boss, are you selling this?"

Without even asking, Wen Zhaoxi said calmly, "Not for sale."

The disciple choked and shrank his neck: "I haven't asked what it is, the boss knows what I want to buy. I asked if the shrimp meatballs are for sale..."

Wen said nothing day and night.

He continued to drink the soup calmly, Xu Chaoqi raised his head after hearing this, and put the jar into his arms.

"Do not sell!"

Disappointed, the disciple pointed to the food on the table and said, "Will this fish be sold?"

Xu Chaoqi: "Not for sale!"

“What about the braised pork ribs?”

"Do not sell!"

“Fish Porridge”

"Do not sell!"

The new disciple kept asking around, but skipped the soup in Wen Zhaoxi's hand.

Wen Zhaoxi restrained his smile, and slowly drank the soup. When the new disciple left, he put down the bowl and whispered dignifiedly.

"This group of new disciples only care about their mouths, their Dao heart is unclear, and their vision is blocked..."

Xu Chaoqi: ...