stop!This is your junior brother!

On the first day of junior high school, you should sleep until noon and then get up.

Luo Shu stretched comfortably, and lifted the quilt refreshedly, "Morning Xiao Ba, happy Chinese New Year!"

"Host, good morning, happy new year."

[-] responded with a smile, tested the temperature of the water, and put the towel on the rack.

Probably the reason is that the body shape is the reason of the elderly. Although Luo Shu liked to stay in bed when he was young, but now he gets up very quickly. Luo Shu sighed in his heart for a while. Not complete at all.

"Host, drink some warm water, and eat dumplings later."

Luo Shu held the water glass and drank slowly. When he heard that there were dumplings, his eyes lit up and he asked, "What kind of stuffing?"

[-] was silent for a moment, and said: "Leek meat, cabbage meat, three delicacies, celery meat, mushroom meat, shrimp, tomato egg, egg yolk, peach blossom..."

"Wait!" Luo Shu was dumbfounded, "The style of painting has changed since Shrimp! Dumplings filled with scrambled eggs with tomatoes? Is the egg yolk stuffed with steamed buns and egg yolks? What about peach blossoms?"

[-] rolled up Luo Shu's hair, took a wooden comb and combed it carefully, with some helplessness in his tone, "Not only these, but also bone marrow stuffing, five kernel stuffing, tofu flower stuffing..."

In [-], there are more than a dozen kinds listed, and some Luoshu are almost unheard of, let alone eaten.

That's right, this is the first appearance of the strange dumplings by the chefs in his building. Since then, a strange landscape has been formed, and what kind of stuffing you eat depends on God's will.

Luo Shu went to have lunch in a daze, and people had started to arrive in the lobby one after another. The tables in the lobby would not be removed until the opening, and dumplings had been scattered here and there.

The shapes of dumplings made by several chefs are different. Just by looking at the shape of the dumplings, you can know who made them.

Chef Su’s making dumplings is like making soup, with every fold neatly organized; Chef Liu’s making dumplings are like leaves, thin and long; Chef Zhou’s making dumplings from Buddhism must be very popular with children, and I will come here soon Little Butterfly, there will be a little pig in a while, Luo Shu suspects that those dumplings with sweet fillings such as peach blossom and red bean are made by Chef Zhou.Chef Wu and Chef Tian are very good at making dumplings. Once you pinch it, it becomes a dumpling. The skin is thin and the filling is big. The dumplings can top the amount of three other chefs.

Luo Shu was very envious, eager to move, sneaked into the kitchen, ruined two dough bowls and three spoonfuls of stuffing, then ran out in a hurry, bumping into Ning Heng.

"Ahem, Lao Ning, happy Chinese New Year." Luo Shu smiled sheepishly, looking around.

Ning Heng couldn't help laughing, took a bowl, dug out a spoonful of three fresh stuffing, and said, "Brother Luo, this is it."

With just a simple pinch, Ning Heng formed a pretty dumpling.

Luo Shu's eyes widened, he looked at Ning Heng and then at the dumplings, and let out a wail.

Why is Lao Ning's martial arts so high and his hands-on ability so strong!

"Old Ning, who did you learn from?"

Seeing that Ning Heng put the dumplings on the mat, Luo Shu was a little curious.

Ning Heng's cooking has always been simple and full. He can roast meat without making soup, and can fry vegetables without kneading noodles. Although the taste is good, he rarely cooks by himself, unlike him in Luoshu. Without a single bit of talent, he went to the kitchen unbelievingly. So far, he has burned down the three pots in Zuixianlou.

For Ning Heng, dumplings should be classified as troublesome.

"Who did you learn from..." Ning Heng was slightly stunned, "I learned from a... a chef from a restaurant."

Ning Heng smiled at Luoshu.

***

"Aheng, do you think the dumplings are delicious?"

When he was a teenager, Ran Cang put his hands behind his head, and turned his head to look at Ning Heng.

Ning Heng was a little surprised, "Hasn't Ah Cang eaten it?" Obviously, he will definitely eat it every Chinese New Year.

Ran Cang's expression was a bit gloomy, but he still smiled at Ning Heng, "No, I'm not favored at home."

Ning Heng looked at him, feeling inexplicable.

Ning Heng has seen countless people, and the rare treasures he has seen are even more rare. In fact, he has long been surprised. Looking at this young man's behavior and behavior, he has a noble air, but except for the first time we met, his clothes and accessories are just ordinary objects. Even a little rough.Originally, Ning Heng didn't want to make friends. Although it was strange, he didn't want to explore it. He only thought that it was the first time that the rich man went out and found that he was dressed too well.But never thought, it turned out to be such a reason.

But what kind of home is it, and how is it not favored, that you have never even eaten dumplings?

How did Ran Cang survive these days when he was poor in culture and rich in martial arts?

Ran Cang pursed his lips, looked up at Ning Heng, a little imperceptibly cautious, "Ah Heng?"

Ning Heng came back to his senses, and rubbed his head vigorously, "What a big deal, let's go to a restaurant to eat later. There is a family whose dumplings are delicious, mushroom meat, my brother treats you."

Ran Cang shook his head, smiled again, and said, "Ah Heng, you don't have to be like this. It was the first time I went out, I just wanted to go out and have a look, afraid that I was wearing too shabby, so I put on my favorite set of clothes , I met you later, and changed into simple clothes."

"Although I am not favored at home, after I went out last time, I found that there are many things to do, and I finally made a fortune, whether it is practicing martial arts or eating, it is enough."

Ran Cang looked up at Ning Heng, and said with a wry smile: "I just heard that the most important time to eat dumplings is at the New Year's Eve dinner, but I just think it's not interesting to go to a restaurant to eat."

……

Ning Heng thought, what was he thinking at that time?Is it distressed, uncomfortable, or angry?

Thinking back now, it’s already too far away. I just remember that I went to the restaurant with great enthusiasm to worship the teacher. I have been using the sword for those years, but one day I suddenly discovered that there is something more difficult than the sword.

At that time, when I first came into contact with him, why didn't I sprinkle flour all over my body, just like Brother Luo now.

……

"Ah Heng, what's the matter? Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

After a while, Ran Cang sneaked out and met Ning Heng, he was so happy that he didn't even care about the cold eyes he received in the palace.

"Ah Cang, come."

Ning Heng opened the food box, and white mist rose in the room. Ning Heng's eyebrows and eyes were dimmed and gentle in the mist, and Ran Cang couldn't tell what day and night were for a while.

"Try one."

Before Ran Cang understood what Ning Heng was talking about, something warm was pasted on his lips. He opened his mouth subconsciously, forgetting the usual poison testing, and bit off the skin of his face without warning, slightly scalding the fresh food. The fragrant soup splashed in the mouth.

"This is……"

Something was about to come out in his heart, and Ran Cang could hear the heartbeat ringing in his ears.

"Are the dumplings I made delicious?"

Ning Heng ate one by himself, tasted it for a while, and boasted with a smile: "It really tastes good."

"This is the dumpling made by Ah Heng? Who did you learn from?"

Ran Cang raised his head slightly in a daze, the indescribable and unknown emotion in his heart grew wildly, almost breaking through his chest.

"I, I learned from a chef in a restaurant..."

Before Ning Heng finished speaking, he was suddenly embraced.

"Huh? Ah Cang, don't, don't cry."

***

"Lao Ning? Lao Ning!" Luo Shu waved his hand in front of Ning Heng's eyes, and shook his shoulder worriedly.

Ning Heng came back to his senses in a daze, and it wasn't until Luo Shu forcefully opened his hand that he realized that the palm of his hand was bleeding out from his pinch.

"Brother Luo, I'm fine."

Seeing Luo Shu sighing and applying medicine to stop the bleeding, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Brother Luo has a delicate heart, so I'm afraid he guessed something.He didn't want to trouble everyone with this matter, but it was Ran Cang who opposed him, and Ran Cang represented the imperial palace, so he didn't want to involve them.

Ning Heng laughed at himself and said, "Fortunately, this is not bloodshed on New Year's Eve."

Luo Shu glared at him: "Who told you that we can meet on the first day of the new year?"

Luo Shu simply wrapped Ning Heng's hand with gauze, trying to prevent Ning Heng from smelling the medicine and affecting his appetite when he was eating.

Ning Heng touched his bandaged hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Luo."

Luo Shu wanted to give him a lesson, but he didn't know what to say.

Say what?

Did it mean that Ning Heng shouldn't draw his sword to help, or did he teach him that he didn't know people clearly?Is it possible to train him not to think about it?

But love and hate, can this kind of thing be easily let go?

……

In a blink of an eye, the eighth day of the lunar new year came, which was the first day of opening.

The Zuixian Building is full of homeless people, and there is no need to leave any relatives. It is very lively, Luo Shu is alone, and several of his apprentices simply move their respective affairs here, and wait for the sixth day to deal with the sect I only go there for New Year's greetings. For a while, the martial arts elders and the demon guardians in the Drunken Immortal Tower looked at each other and hated each other. The listeners and killers stared at each other. Che Hen and Zi Che Chou are the most leisurely, not only have nothing to do, but also have the mood to study strange bugs, and try to study strange soups for the tired brothers.

During the New Year's greetings, Xue Muzhi and Long Tao met at the gate of Zuixian Tower, with the same helplessness on their faces, Xue Yuegui in Xue Muzhi's arms stretched out his hand, and Long Yu, led by Long Tao, jumped up, as if Like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl who hadn't seen each other for a year, they uttered a joyful and sad cry——

"Xiaogui!"

"Xiaoyu!"

Long Tao secretly scolded this brat in his heart, wondering why he had mistreated him, looked up at Xue Muzhi, and felt inexplicably calm again.

All the same, same.

Luo Shu originally thought that he would be frightened by his sudden old age, but he didn't expect him to be unaffected at all. At Luo Shu's current age, his likes and temperaments are similar to those of children, and the three of them got together to have fun for several days In fact, Xue Yuegui and Long Yu actually looked like they were taking care of Luo Shu. Not only was Luo Shu not ashamed of his increasingly childish temperament, he was even a little happy.

However, the happy and refreshing days are always short-lived, and soon it was the day of the opening, and the doorway was full of people before dawn. Even though Luo Shu likes to be lively, his scalp was numb from fright.

But different from Luo Shu's scare, Luo Qing and the others seemed to be used to it, and even had the mood to calculate when today's survival would be eaten up by the diners, and how to appease the early closing so as not to cause riots.

Luo Shu secretly wiped off his sweat, and sat down where he usually sat. Luo Zhe smiled and served Luo Shu some tea and snacks.

The most well-informed place is usually the restaurant. His Zuixianlou is now famous, and the customers are like a cloud. It is more convenient to inquire about the news than ordinary places.

This is a holiday these days, has anything major happened?How well did the news spread among the people?

Luo Shu pricked up his ears curiously, but gradually frowned.

"Have you heard? It's about the former leader."

"Ning Heng?"

"That's right, it's him, I really want to scold him."

"What's the matter? Scold him? He is the former leader of the alliance, so be careful."

"I'm so cautious! Be careful, will he be the leader of the alliance? He doesn't have the ability to be the leader of the alliance, go back to his mountain, and come back after reading all the words!"

"It's serious, brother, he is the leader after all."

"Fart! He's a shit leader, fuck me, fuck me, shit Ning Heng, shit leader!"

Luo Shu's face was dark, and he slowly picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp. The moment he put it down, the cup silently turned into a pile of ashes.There was a sound transmission, and it reached the ears of the wind listener who was hiding in the dark.

"Get me a sack and a stick."

"Master Luo, how thick do you want?"

"It doesn't need to be very thick, the size of the mouth of the bowl is fine."

The listener was silent for a moment, then went to find the sack and stick, thought about it, and then found the car mark.