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"I'm back, eat first?"

Because there is no gain, the Bodhisattva, relying on Prajna Paramita, has no hindrances in his mind, no hindrances, so there is no fear, he is far away from upside-down dreams, and he finally attains Nirvana.

How difficult it is to want to be reborn in Nirvana.

The man in the quietness opened his eyes, he still wanted to have, to have, everything that should belong to him.

Bian Mu didn't look back, hummed, put the rosary on the wooden table, and asked him slowly, "What do you eat?"

He thought he was going to do it now, but he heard the footsteps of the man standing behind walking away. This man didn't hear it at all, wasting his feelings.

Shao Kou just gave a notice, went back to the house and pulled a pair of slacks to change into, went to the kitchen to pour out soy milk, filled some sugar, soaked mulberries and put it in a basket, there was still steak in the refrigerator, anyway, it was cooked on the other side, and served on the table.

"You fry the steak, you eat it yourself."

You have been so fleshy all morning, no wonder you are so muscular. He took a bite of a steamed bun and took a bite without eating the stuffing. After swallowing it, he asked him sincerely, "Why are the steamed buns crumpled?"

The two sentences were seamlessly connected. Shao Kou glanced at the small body meaningfully. He was a vegetarian every day and was as thin as a hemp pole. A gust of wind blew over. able.

"There's less stuffing, just take another bite and you'll have it. You bought this steak, forgot?"

That day in the supermarket, the one on the left and the one on the right were happy to take something that cost nothing, but now I don’t eat it anymore, who will pay for your willfulness, food should never be wasted.

Even though I said that, I still embraced the mentality of an old mother, cut it into big pieces with a knife and pushed it in front of others, babbling non-stop, "Drink a few sips of soy milk first to warm your stomach. Don't eat the buns if they don't taste good. Break the fritters into pieces, soak them in soy milk, and eat them with the soup."

The said Bian Mu subconsciously looked down at the little bastard's bowl, the messy mixture, forgive him for not being able to accept it.

The little painter obviously wouldn't do what he said, and Shao Kou couldn't do anything about it. He ate one by himself, after thinking about it and persuading him, "Don't just drink some pulp, if you don't feel hungry, come on, take a bite and try it. If it doesn't taste good, just give it to me, okay."

The two of them didn't know what they were comparing, anyway, one had to give it a try, and the other had to dislike it loudly, "You made it, and I won't eat it, it's like pig food, it's okay to fool the little bastard." Almost, don't try to lie to me."

The man propped up his long legs and moved the corner of the stool forward. The deep-fried dough sticks held in his right hand had already turned white. The appearance was indeed not pretty, but the inside was really good.

"Don't just look at the appearance, but not the inside. Besides, when have I lied to you? Quickly open your mouth and I'll feed you."

I want to award myself an excellent nanny qualification certificate, a small red flower certificate or something.

"The beauty of the soul is the real beauty. That's a lie. Who can look at your heart? Even if you are beautiful now, what if you are not beautiful tomorrow?"

It's all nonsense.

"Going off topic, it's getting cold."

The man's arm was sore all the time, but his voice was full of confidence. He thought about it and discussed it, "Why don't you take a bite and I'll give you a free massage, okay?"

He had learned massage from a blind teacher before, and he thought his skills were quite good, but he didn't like to show off. Now he will use it as a big killer, and it will definitely make you feel at home.

massage?

Bian Mu grows up and doesn't like others to touch him, but this old man is probably a special case, "For the sake of your willingness to recommend yourself so enthusiastically, I will forcefully grievance my stomach."

Shao Kou quickly poured some warm one for him, the deep-fried dough sticks were a bit hard, broke them into two and threw them into the bubble slowly, it had to absorb some water, and then chewed the soup together, Bian Mu still curled his lips, what the hell.

But after I ate it, I remembered a word, it’s a bit like the one I ate when I was a child, sweet, with the natural taste of soy milk, um, not bad, very delicious, not greasy at all, soft Very tasty.

He was once again conquered by the simple food. It can’t be blamed for his ignorance. He hadn’t eaten it before, and it was very fresh. He also had a feeling that this old man was amazing. He could make so many strange things and wrapped him up His taste buds, his admiration from the bottom of his heart, naturally couldn't escape the confident man next to him, still like a mother, after finally cooking a dish, it can be regarded as able to restrain picky eaters.

"It's not bad, you have to try new things, and always follow the rules, isn't it a waste of life?"

This is very level, Bian Mu, as a doctor, can't refute it, it's really incisive.

Take some time to yell at him, "You count how many bites I ate."

Don't talk nonsense, let's count the number of massages with affordable points, blind master.

Simply, there is no one sentence to say, "You eat, I watch, you sit, do you want me to stand?"

I'm sorry, but for whom is my allegiance, a heartless one.

"If you are capable, you stand on three legs."

Damn, Bian Mu wanted to swallow his tongue after he finished speaking, is this sentence molesting a decent woman?

Hurry up and make amends, "Close your ears."

Pretending not to hear, Quan Dang never said anything.

Shao Kou's eyes can be regarded as suspicious. Could this little painter be invaded by italics? Could it be that the image of Kaolin Flower collapsed because he ate too many weird things?

"I can keep my mouth shut."

The unspoken meaning is that I heard it clearly, but I don't need to refute you, it's interesting enough.

Bian Mu actually wanted to hate him, and Pi was very happy about it.

"That's fine, anyway, I'm a fish."

What's the matter again, Shao Kou wanted to buy a pair of long-distance running Olympic champion shoes, so that he could catch up with his train of thought.

"Ok?"

Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about.

Bian Mu finished eating the whole one, and looked up at him contemptuously, "The fish's memory is only seven seconds, what did I say just now, how could I forget it?"

I really want to order 666 for you, this wave of operation is also worthy of his super massage skills.

"Usually, after I massage the fish, I always put the oil in the pan."

In this second-floor building, there were two gangsters, one competing with the other in a showy operation.

"Hehehe, did I just say that I am a fish? I forgot. You have to be considerate of my bad memory. The massage is normal, but the hot oil is canceled."

If you're so capable, why don't you go to heaven to be the God of Cooking, instead you'd better lie to him underground.

"I listen to you, what an unreasonable ancestor."

The bickering time for breakfast is over.

Shao Kou changed into a gray coat and told him to go out only once, nothing more than not forgetting to go, join in the fun, and be more cheerful, not so bland.

"You go upstairs to get the money yourself, the first drawer under the computer desk, as long as I have as much as you."

Bian Mu returned to the tea room and continued to chant sutras.

Shao Kou went upstairs and counted ten, and went straight to the restaurant. Uncle had already returned, and a few aunts helped choose the dishes. Seeing him coming, they kept shouting, "Quick, Kou Zi, help me."

Several people in the backyard were carrying half-pulled sheep to the rack. Shao Kou agreed, and ran over to stabilize the iron barbecue grill, "Uncle, is this all marinated?"

"It's ready-made, and when you burn it back, the smell will permeate."

The sheep slaughterer in the city is related to his tofu family, and he took the initiative to pick half of them and prepare them in advance, waiting for the banquet.

"Okay, how many hot ones, how many cold ones?"

Uncle is also a real person, so he told him one by one, the two of them first prepared the things that needed to be fried, and then carved them with knives. When the time came, they started to fry. For mixing, Shao Kou picked some glass sprouts, grabbed them with sweet vinegar, left them alone, and some prickly old sprouts, put them in the egg white, wrapped them in dry noodles, and fried them in oil on a light fire. Take it out and sprinkle some salty noodles, throw it into the pan and fry it, put it under the curtain and cover it well, alas, I even made a small stove specially for it, I just can’t stop worrying about it.

It's nine o'clock, and I started to light the fire. Uncle's technique is fast. The two pots together can produce several dishes. Shao Kou is slow on this side, and they are connected in a row at the other end. I couldn't even look at it, and I was helping to pass a soy sauce, salt, and vinegar. Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder, and I turned around and muttered, "Who, didn't you see that you were busy?"

He took a closer look, hehe, what is the young man in sleek clothes doing in this oily place? He probably didn't find the right place. He looked like a visitor from the city. "Go through here, and there is the living room over there."

The aunt also raised the volume on purpose, the wind is blowing, you can't hear it if you don't shout louder, but Bian Mu is an awkward person, he doesn't want to shout, but the old man is blocked tightly, and he can't reach it Ah, I can only shake my head to show that he doesn't mean that, and point to the man who is making a bold move to mix cold dishes, meaning, I'm looking for him, looking for this stinky man who smells of oily smoke.

It's a pity that this aunt's love was so overwhelming that he thought this young man was dumb, so he blinded such a good-looking child for nothing, "Wrong, it's not this end, you pointed to the backyard, that end, that's the front, You go back."

Can I say jokingly, is he destined to be a person who wants to go to the backyard?Can?can.

Bian Mu encountered a language barrier, how to solve this problem, forget it, he should go home and take a shower, the kitchen is really not a place for him to stay alone.

Therefore, the two men missed it perfectly.

The banquet starts at ten o'clock, and the Doufu family is standing at the door. First is the youngest son, who is usually lively and smart. Now he is holding a wine glass, and the words he speaks are also pleasant to listen to. Unlike the little painter, who speaks with swords and swords , It is bound to create a bloody storm.

The people in the village don’t pay much attention to what they do, and they don’t care if their children grab a handful of candy and run around. Some of them are far away, and secretly tore off a chicken leg and put it in the hands of their grandchildren. They took away all the melon seeds and peanuts. To prevent the child from eating and choking, Shao Kou scanned the circle in the commotion, but he didn't see the light-colored shadow, and his heart sank, why can't he just kneel and chant scriptures at home, this brat has no sense of time.

Wipe your hands, ask uncle if there is anything else, he will take the food and go back to eat, after all, he still has to serve his ancestors.

After Bian Mu came out of the shower, he felt a little sleepy, so he just lay down on the bed and stared, basking in the sun, and fell into a warm sleep.

So when Shao Kou found someone, he was a little bit ridiculous, sleepy, and his reputation was well-deserved.

Sleeping is also a variety of tricks, lying on the stomach is not afraid of shortness of breath, chest tightness, shortness of breath, just about to lift his feet up, and then smell the strong smell of oily smoke on his body, hey, forget it, take a bath first, I love scrubbing Brush, scrub brush may not love me too much.

With wet hair, he stepped into his bedroom again, picked him up with one hand, turned his body over, and lay on his side, watching him wriggling uncomfortably for a long time, and finally moved one hand under his face to press it, sleeping really deeply , as smoothly as a pig, he carefully pulled out his hand again, and then turned around to prepare to go down. When he scanned the self-portrait on the wall, his eyes flickered.

Should I believe you, or should I continue to doubt you?border herd.

The author has something to say: Bian Mu: I'm a little sleepy.

Shao Kou: Well, go to sleep.

Bian Mu: I want to hear a lullaby.

Shao Kou was helpless: I can't sing.

Bian Mu smiled wickedly like a little fox: Then hum.

Shao Kou raised his hand and surrendered: I really don’t have musical talent, please forgive me, little ancestor.

Bian Mu scratched his hair a little annoyed.

Shao Kou: How about I count sheep for you.

Bian Mu had a flash of inspiration: memorize the ninety-nine multiplication table, let's start.