White Moonlight of the Tyrant

When Lin Yuesheng was awake, he was lying in the hospital, alone receiving an infusion.The whip wound on his back has been bandaged with medicine, and the frightening high fever has subsided.

Seeing that he woke up, the servants guarding the door hurriedly whispered: "Wake up, wake up, I said he can't die!"

"You little bastard, you know how to find trouble for us. Thanks to me, I found out early! If he dies in the house, Mr. Huo can't spare us, and everyone will be shot!"

"Tell me, is there a ghost in that scary meowing sound..."

"Bah, bah, bah, you're talking nonsense, the sky is bright and bright, where the hell is it!"

Lin Yuesheng's face was frighteningly pale. After the high fever passed, his whole body was sore. In addition to the wound on his back, he was still in pain besides the pain.

Hearing them meowing, Lin Yuesheng thought of the meowing he heard in the cabinet the day before yesterday, as well as the dazzling fireflies.

Lin Yuesheng's eyes were indifferent, and the incandescent lamp above his head was a bit dazzling. He raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Suddenly, he found a bunch of orange fluff stuck to the cuff, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be like cat fur.

"A cat...?" Lin Yuesheng whispered.

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After Ming Ruifeng returned home, he called Ming Ran to the study room, covered in anger, and yelled at Ming Ran with a stern face: "What are you doing so crazy, to prevent your brother from stepping down in front of outsiders, and to let those classmates How do you think of your younger brother in the future, how do you think of our Ming family!"

Ming Ruifeng is nearly sixty years old, tall and tall, and the sound he makes when he roars is like thunder, which makes people's ears buzz. He pointed at Ming Ran: "Think about it yourself, you have done something this year. What! Don’t go to school, stay in the room, with a sullen face like a ghost every day! Either crying for your stepmother, or bullying your younger brother, do you know how to write the words benevolence, righteousness and filial piety! "

"You were not like this before. You used to be humble, polite, optimistic and hardworking. You were the pride of our Ming family. Why did you become like this now?! You also suffered from the strange disease of Lao Shizi, and you can't speak! You It's an embarrassment to my Ming family! Sinister!"

Ming Ran's expression was numb, and he usually listened to Ming Ruifeng's violent roar after routine work. Ming Ruifeng would say these words once a week, each time getting worse and worse, and Ming Ran was already tired of listening to them.

"Do you know what's wrong?!"

Ming Rui's mouth was parched, he stared and waited for Ming Ran to admit his mistake. After a long time of silence in the room, he remembered that his eldest son could no longer speak.

Shame!

Ming Ruifeng waved his hand irritably: "Get out."

After a while, Su Wenyi dragged her graceful skirt into the study.

She has a very beautiful face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and phoenix eyes, and her every move is seductive. At this moment, she is wearing a dark gold floor-length silk pajamas, full of jewels, so fascinated Ming Ruifeng can't move his eyes.

"Don't be angry, Rui Feng, that kid Ming Ran is sick, we have to coax him well."

Ming Ruifeng snorted coldly: "I still have heart disease, this damn child will drive me to death sooner or later!"

"What are you talking about!" Su Wenyi frowned and said coquettishly: "You just have the heart to abandon me and Xiu'er, you are so cruel."

"How come, how come, I'm just joking, Xiaoyi, don't be angry."

Su Wenyi gave Ming Ruifeng a push, then changed the subject and said, "By the way, you told Ming Ran that there was nothing wrong with it, what's his attitude?"

Ming Ruifeng shook his head: "I was confused just now, I forgot."

Su Wenyi: "Rui Feng, you have to hurry up, otherwise it will be difficult when they find Ming Ran. This cooking competition is national in nature, it is very important, and the media are eagerly paying attention to it!"

"Ming Ran's culinary skills are indeed superb, but he...he can't speak! Isn't this... embarrassing you in front of the media!"

"Also, do you know who is the biggest sponsor of this competition?"

Ming Ruifeng: "Who?"

Su Wenyi curled his lips into a smile: "It's the Huo family in the capital."

Hearing these four words, Ming Ruifeng took a deep breath.

The Huo family in the capital, who dare not know if they are capable?That's the Huo family occupying the entire north, turning clouds and rain in the shopping malls, covering the sky with one hand.

The four words Huojia in the capital are like thunder!

Ming Ruifeng suppressed the shock in his heart and asked in doubt: "Why would a big family like the Huo family sponsor a cooking competition?"

Su Wenyi: "The Huo family naturally has their reasons for doing so. We don't need to think too much, we only do things that are beneficial to ourselves."

Su Wenyi smiled, and continued: "If our family wins the ranking in this competition and shows our face in front of the Huo family... Maybe we will have the opportunity to climb the big tree of the Huo family in the future!"

Ming Ruifeng's eyes brightened: "That's right, if we can embrace the Huo family, we will be emperors above ten thousand people in Lin City from now on!"

"Ruifeng——" Su Wenyi frowned: "What is Lincheng? If we get the support of the Huo family, we will definitely go to the capital to develop. What are we still doing in a small city like Lincheng?"

"Yes, yes, I was confused, Xiaoyi, you are really my baby."

Su Wenyi: "So, in order for us to cooperate with the Huo family in the future, we can't make any mistakes in this cooking competition. If the Huo family knows that our Ming family dare not say anything, will they think highly of the Ming family? They Will you give the Ming family a chance?"

Ming Ruifeng: "What does Xiaoyi mean?"

Su Wenyi lowered her eyes and smiled: "Xiu'er's culinary skills are not under fire, so it is naturally most appropriate to let him go."

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After being scolded by Ming Ruifeng, Ming Ran walked back to the second floor slowly. There was no trace of grievance or sadness on his face, as if he had just listened to a stand-up comic and went home after the show.

The window of his room was not closed, and a strong wind blew up. The curtain in front of the window was blown around by the wind, and the dark clouds in the distance were closed, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

Under the window, in the garden, a large area of ​​roses was swaying around by the strong wind, like a fiery ocean.

Ming Ran stared at it for a while, then suddenly took off his shoes, climbed up the window sill, and stood on the third floor, precariously.

The wind roared outside the window, blowing bursts of strong fragrance, like a warm invitation, and like a mother's gentle embrace.

Ming Ran opened his arms, feeling that he was about to fly.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

Ming Ran frowned, and after thinking about it, he jumped off the window sill.

User [L] requests to add you as a friend, agree or reject.

Refuse.

Ming Ran threw the phone on the bed.

Beep—the phone rang again.

User [L] requests to add you as a friend, agree or reject.

Ming Ran frowned, and clicked to refuse again.

In the next few minutes, friend application notifications were sent one after another, which showed how persistent the user named [L] was.

Ming Ran scratched his hair furiously, and nodded his agreement by accident.

User [L] sent a message soon: The steps of making crepe ravioli were sent.

[Xiao Ming]:?

【L】: Your last post, crepe ravioli.

[Xiao Ming]: ...No

There was silence for a few seconds, Ming Ran held the phone, and suddenly felt a faint, strange sense of anticipation.

drop--

Ming Ran looked at the screen and cut it.

With crackling fingers, he pressed the keyboard, carefully edited the steps of making crepe wontons, and sent them over.

【L】That's what I said just now: Sorry, I have a bad appetite recently.

After receiving Ming Ran's message, they quickly replied with the word "thank you", which was simple and generous, without sloppy at all.

After that, [L]'s profile picture darkened.

Ming Ran simply continued to browse the forum, there were all types of posts, relationship problems, entertainment revelations, posting pets, and videos teaching girls how to dress and match, there were so many tricks and dazzling.Of course, there are also delicacies made by myself, just like Ming Ran.

Crepe wonton is a kind of delicate and delicious small wonton, so named because the outer skin is extremely thin, flowing like a gauze.

Boiled bone broth or chicken broth is often used as the soup base. After the wontons are cooked, the thin yellowish skin and a touch of attractive pink are dotted on the belly. They are thrown into a large blue and white porcelain bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onion, seaweed, shrimp skin and eggs. Si, splashing a bowl of hot soup poured down, suddenly colorful, a bowl of emerald green and golden.

A trace of fresh fragrance floats along with the heat, the taste of thick soup and pasta is mixed together, mixed with the deliciousness of minced meat and shrimp, not only pleasing to the eye, but also refreshing to smell.

If you sprinkle some fresh spicy pepper...you will be moved to tears when you eat it.

Ming Ran did it once a few months ago, took photos and posted them on an anonymous forum, but unexpectedly got a "fan".

I found the last post on a whim, and there were already hundreds of replies on the first floor. Ming Ran looked carefully at the first floor and the first floor, and finally fell asleep holding the phone.

It was already pouring rain outside the window, and the rose garden was in a mess, and the petals that were watered down were like drops of donated blood, being crushed into the yellow soil by the heavy rain.

In the room, the fish-shaped jade pendant on Ming Ran's chest suddenly emitted a soft light, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.