Chapter 36： Photographing cats and painting tigers, it’s hard to get its bones (1/2)
(Thanks to Kitty Spreading Wings in 2015 for rewarding 10,000 starting coins, being promoted to the rudder master, thanks for three views.
It was a book review by my future leader Kitty Hawk that gave me the hope of being recognized.
After thinking about it again and again, Sanguan has to say that a salted fish with dreams like Sanguan needs to be dried.
In this day when the Wizard of Oz and the Back of the Moon need to be played simultaneously, I am also happy and sad.
PS: Not much to say. On the day when it was released, there were fewer chapters that were thrown out at once, please @小鹰展翼2015.
Yes, it's him, nothing wrong! )
Mingguang base city, Zhaojia.
Zhao Ziyu was a little worried, but the grandfather summoned him, but he didn't dare not go.
But since the grandfather came back from the wilderness a few days ago, the whole person is in a state of anger, and he has a dark face towards everyone, and he can't wait to eat his flesh.
Yesterday, San Uncle came back from socializing outside, and was kicked out before entering the door, saying that the smell of alcohol was too great. As a result, San Uncle knelt outside the door tremblingly all night, no one dared to persuade him.
The maid with a broken mouth said vaguely that when the grandfather came back, he put on a piece of animal skin, and he seemed to wear nothing inside...
Zhao Ziyu shuddered and hurriedly shook his head to shake off the thoughts in his mind.
Or, bring a stock air-dried salt-baked chicken to Grandpa? Grandpa definitely likes it!
As soon as he said nothing, Zhao Ziyu personally chopped the salt-baked chicken into large pieces, and ordered a bottle of Qingquanshan aging from the kitchen, packed it in a large set of plates, and carried it away.
The old house of Zhao’s family is located next to the west gate of Xiacheng District. It occupies a hill, scattered with a row of garden-style buildings. It is very exquisite and luxurious. Even the trees on the hill are first-order and second-order enchanted plants.
Usually Zhao Ziyu always thinks that the old house is too big. It takes half an hour to walk from his villa to his uncle's house. Today, I can't wait to walk for a day.
The servant and the maid looked at Young Master Zhao, holding a large tray in a proper manner, and walked in frustration.
”Master, can I get it for you?” a servant said.
”Go, go, go away” Zhao Ziyu drove him away angrily, becoming more absent-minded.
”Kang Dang.”
Zhao Ziyu felt that he had hit something, his head hurt, and the tray in his hand flew out.
”Who, don't walk long eyes? Dare to bump... ahem, grandpa grandpa...”
Zhao Qingcang held the tray steadily in his hand, with the other hand on his back, the white kung fu swinging with the wind, looking like an ordinary amiable grandpa next door.
”Well, Ziyu, where are you going? In a hurry.”
Zhao Ziyu hurriedly squeezed out a big smiling face, and the innocent light radiated from his pupils, ”Grandpa Grandpa, I am not going to see you! Look, this is the salt-baked chicken that I specially packed for you. Base City I guarantee that you won’t be able to buy it if you want!”
Zhao Qingcang's face turned dark. Isn't this really the dish in that **** restaurant?
”I heard that you took your second uncle's medicine and drank it?”
Zhao Ziyu's small face wrinkled tightly, and said pitifully, ”Grandpa Grandpa, I didn't mean to...”
Zhao Qingcang looked at his immature face and the faint fluff on the corners of his mouth, ”Yu'er, this year, are you twelve years old?”
Zhao Ziyu is flattered. The Zhao family is very complicated. It is incredible that Grandpa Grandpa can remember his age. At least there are dozens of children in the Zhao family. ”Yes, Grandpa Grandpa.”
Zhao Qingcang smiled and nodded, ”Yes, I'm very demeanor of Lao Tzu, don't learn from your second elder brother, the little bunny is not my kind, I don't laugh at any joke, it's boring.”
Zhao Ziyu said with a grin.
The second elder brother who had no interest in Grandpa Grandpa’s mouth was a benchmark for the younger generation of the Zhao family. He was 31 years old this year, a fourth-tier intermediate, and the rank of major general. He was unique in the entire Mingguang base city.
As for the joke that Grandpa Grandpa told... well... I don't want to mention it.
Zhao Qingcang tore a chicken leg and threw it to Zhao Ziyu. His greasy hand broke off the mouth of Qingquanshan's glass bottle. He suffocated half of the bottle. He suddenly thought of something, ”Outside that **** and unreasonable Lin Family Apocalypse Restaurant, you can go around. A turn. The people are not good, and the dishes are still pretty good, better than the cook at Old Xue’s house.”
Zhao Ziyu pinched the drumstick and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.