Article 133

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"There are also seaweed and shrimps." Mo Ran added.

"Yes, there are also seaweed and dried shrimp." Xue Meng rarely shared the same hatred with Mo Ran, "I can't bear it."

Chu Wanning glanced at the two fools, and said expressionlessly: "Oh."

The dishes were served quickly, the frozen bamboo shoots were fresh and crisp, the green vegetables green, the tofu was crystal clear, the fish fillets were fresh and tender, the lamb slices were rolled into thin rolls like cicada’s wings, neatly stacked on a white porcelain plate, and the deep-fried Su meat was golden yellow and burnt. Crisp, finely sprinkled with cumin pepper, a pot of freshly ground soy milk is placed on the side of the table, and the small table is creaked under pressure.

Friendship daughters are all eaten one meal at a time, not to mention the hot antique soup, three or two rounds of fat sheep boiled in the pot, and one or two cups of bean curd into the stomach, it is such a cold relationship between Xue Meng and Mo Ran , and can't help but temporarily relax in the dense steam.

Xue Meng rummaged through the spicy oil soup with chopsticks: "Hey, what about the brain I left behind?"

"Isn't your brain resting on your neck?" Mo Ran laughed.

"I'm talking about pig brains!"

Mo Ran bit his chopsticks and smirked: "Yes, I'm also talking about pig brains."

"Son, you dare to scold me—"

"Hey! Your brain is floating! Eat, eat!"

When Xue Meng was excited, he was caught by him, and he yelled: "Take your dog's paw away! Don't grab me, this is my brain!"

Chu Wanning sat on a small bench, holding a porcelain jar of sweet bean curd, while drinking happily, while leisurely looking at the two childish ghosts next to him. Shi Shiran was not in a hurry, anyway, half of the clear soup pot was his.

After drinking the bean curd, the child licked his lips eagerly, Mo Ran saw it, and asked him with a smile: "Little Junior Brother likes this?"

Chu Wanning digested the title of "Little Junior Brother", silently estimated the possibility of getting rid of this title, and found that it was almost zero, so he had to say bluntly:

"Well, not bad."

Mo Ran then turned his head and said: "Xiao Er, this soy milk, bring another can for my junior brother."

Chu Wanning then drank the second can with satisfaction.

He was born with a sweet tooth, but he had tooth decay because he ate too many pastries before, and it took a lot of work for the greedy elders to fix it for him. Afterwards, Chu WanNing got in the way of face and didn't eat too much every time.

At this time, he turned into a child, which made it easier for him to eat dessert.

Mo Ran looked at him eating, and said: "Your taste is similar to Master."

Chu Wanning was choked for a while, but his face was still very calm, and he said calmly: "...Brother, you mean Elder Yuheng?"

"Yes." Mo Ran smiled and nodded, and pushed a plate of steamer to Chu Wanning's hand, "Come and try this. I think you will like it too."

Chu Wanning picked up the leaves in the bamboo steamer and took a small bite. The soft white skin showed a hole, and the steaming red bean paste inside was soft and sweet.

"Is it delicious?"

Chu WanNing took another bite, then nodded: "Yeah."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "Then you eat more."

The three were eating and chatting, and Chu Wanning suddenly remembered the previous conversation. He pretended not to care, and after eating the fourth Yeerpa, he asked Xue Meng: "Young master, you were on the mountain before. Tell me, every elder has a nickname, since my master Xuanji is called the Poor King, then what is the nickname of Elder Yuheng?"

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The stalk of the mandarin duck pot comes from the joke "How to tell that a Sichuanese is very disappointed in you", the following is an adapted version of some characters in the article——

How can you tell that the Young Master at the Peak of Death and Life is completely disappointed in you?

Xue Ziming: Well, the mandarin duck pot is the mandarin duck pot.

How can you tell that Elder Yuheng is completely disappointed in you?

Chu Wanning: Yes. No sugar no sugar.

How can you tell that the handsome little brother at the top of death and life is completely disappointed in you?

Shi Mingjing: Oh... well, if you look like a mother, you will be a mother.

How can you tell that Mr. Ye, a Confucianist in Linyi, is completely disappointed in you?

Ye Wangxi: If you didn't appear, you didn't appear.

How can you tell that Senior Brother Kunlun Treading Snow Palace is completely disappointed in you?

Mei Hanxue: Hehe, if you are upstairs, you should be upstairs.

How can you tell that the protagonist in this article is completely disappointed in life?

Mo Weiyu: Humph! A big scumbag is a big scumbag.

Roubao: ...Wait a minute, it seems that someone up there has given up on himself?

Chapter 54

"Master?" Xue Meng looked solemn for a moment, "Only he has no nickname, and no one in the whole life and death dares to make fun of him."

"Nonsense, it's just because others know that you like Master, and they don't tell you the truth." Mo Ran rolled his eyes, pulled Chu Wanning, and whispered in a quiet voice, "Don't listen His, let me tell you, Elder Yuheng has the most nicknames in the entire peak of life and death."

"Oh? Really?" Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows slightly, looking interested, "For example?"

"For example, to be more polite, call him Bai Wuchang."

"...Why is it called this?"

"Because I wear white clothes all day long."

"……anything else?"

"Little cabbage."

"……why?"

"Because I wear white clothes all day long."

"anything else?"

"Big steamed bun."

"why?"

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