MTL - The Crazy Adventures of Wu Gate-Chapter 18 Meat task

Chapter 18 Meat Task

Ajo is so good?

Qing Qiao was shocked by this title, turning his body to look at people.

Mr. Qi's green cloth gown stood in the corner, and the whole person was bathed in a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

-This uncle, which Joe is this Joe? Gu Qingqiao's Joe or Qiao Feng's Joe?

The monk Qing Qiao Zhang Er could not find his mind, and when he saw Mr. Qi kept staring at himself, he had to ask with his fingers and nose with hesitation: "... me?"

Mr. Qi smiled and waved at Qiao Feng in the corner: "Go down, don't tell me, I will explain to Wang Ye."

Then he turned his head and instructed behind him, "All back down, I have something to say to Miss Gu alone."

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Qing Qiao couldn't help wondering: Uncle Mo Fei, are you talking to a ghost?

However, after hearing only a few solicits, a man's voice replied, "Maybe."

Then he heard a few sounds, a flash of green in the corner, and everything was calm.

"Stow your chin."

Mr. Qi turned back and gestured to Qing Qiao.

Qing Qiao immediately closed his mouth and looked up at the sky to do nothing about it.

However, Mr. Qi's next sentence made her almost even drop her nose-just listening to him in a very resentful and intimate tone: "Aqiao is so good, don't you even forget me?"

Crackling!

Wulei booming! Booming Booming Booming, Booming, her skin scorched and scorched from the whole body exuded a smell of coal.

Qing Qiao couldn't believe his ears and stared at Mr. Qi.

The culprit calmly looked back at her, his eyes were sharp, and the corners of his eyebrows were indescribable joy.

This person's scene can only be described by four words-Chunshan Ruxiao.

Looking at Mr. Qi, whose face was not a joke, Qing Qiao's abacus began to crackle and began to operate:

Could it be that most of the arrangements through the text, this Mr. Qi is the old friend of Gu Qingqiao's predecessor? Well, it's very good, so I beg him to be fearless-but not right! I was only ten years old when I walked through. How could I have an unforgettable love with the uncle in front of me? Uncle, do you only love the old grass of Lolita?

Think again and feel wronged: Alas, author! How can you arrange such a mediocre old lover for me? Where is the hostess who passed by, which of the young plums and horses is not bubbling brightly? Even if there is an age gap, that old lover should be a boutique pear flower in a tree pear flower, the female begonia, the tender begonia, cannot be crushed casually! You see the purple part and the light source, you see Xiaoling and the killing pill ...

Just when she was thinking intently, she suddenly heard another shocking thunder.

"Aqiao obediently, do you still not remember? At that time, I took a lot of **** and **** you to feed you with milk to help you change diapers. You don't even remember everything?"

Mr. Qi sighed and sighed, "Hate, hate!"

55, author I can't wait to see you! Why break my girly fantasy? Do I have any resentment against you, I know you are uneasy!

Unexpectedly, the deceased was actually a nanny. Qing Qiao took a deep breath and weeping with red eyes: "... Xiao Qiao was seriously ill when he was ten years old, and he remembered nothing when he woke up ..."

Mr. Qi was not surprised, and smiled slightly: "It turned out to be true. I thought it was your father's nonsense!"

After speaking, he came forward to embrace her, and said with emotion: "I haven't seen him for ten years, my Ajoy has grown up nicely, and has become beautiful. In the end, he did not care about General Xu's careful cultivation."

After one or two visits, Qing Qiao finally figured out that Mr. Qi was a student of her grandfather. He had taken care of her when she was still full of deciduous teeth. However, this Mr. Qi did not know why, when she was five years old, she left the officialdom and traveled alone, eventually breaking out of a new world of everything.

"After all these years, you must have gone through a lot of things." Mr. Qi rubbed her hair and looked with pity on her eyes. "Now Aqiao obediently has become so ancient and weird, and has accidentally hit the future. Princess Duan, are you happy? "

Yeah, do you know that I accidentally hit Duan Yu and my relative? It seems that the strength of this know-how cannot be underestimated.

With her head buried in Ogisang's arms, Qing Qiao Rourou sprouted softly, and ten percent of the young girls still wanted to talk: "... If Mr. Qi agreed to one thing, Xiao Qiao would be more happy."

Mr. Qi raised her face, bounced on her forehead, and grinned, "You little girl with a bad stomach, what do you want me to do for you?"

Qing Qiao thought that success was in sight, and opened his mouth to tell each other, but he heard a cold voice:

"If you really say it, you have to sell it to him in this life."

Looking for sound, I saw Duan Yu standing at the corner of the wall and staring at them, covered with cold, exuding suffocation.

"... The Lord is coming really fast." Mr. Qi shrugged, and embraced Xiao Qiao's hand quietly gathered. "I and A Qiao are old friends I haven't seen in ten years, but I want to have a clean heart, how can you follow this?"

Duan Yu stared at the big hand on Xiao Qiao's waist, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose:

"Mr. Qi, I know you want to find Xiao Qiao to do that-you will never forget, I will never agree."

Saying not forgetting to give Qingqing Qiao a severe glance: "Can't come ?!"

Qing Qiao first met Mr. Qi, and then looked at Duan Yu. After a few comparisons, he finally obediently walked to Duan Yu—no way, who made this ugly face so stinky, compared to that septic tank? Nothing worse.

Mr. Qi did not stop, but just smiled, and the meaning was long: "If A Qiao himself wants it? I said, Lord Duan, you can't always tie her around for a lifetime."

Duan Yu snorted coldly from the bottom of his nose, responded with contempt, and made no unnecessary speech.

Qing Qiao could hear the fog in the clouds and couldn't help but poke out half of his curious head from behind Duan Yu: "What are you talking about? Mr. Qi, what do you want me to do?"

Duan Yu quickly glanced back at her, with a strong warning in Feng's eyes.

Perhaps she was afraid of her restlessness, and held her tenderness tightly, her pinching teeth grinning and crying.

"It hurts, it hurts!" Qing Qiao's poor Baba Zhao Duanyu complained. "You're angry, angry!"

Mr. Qi could not help but calm down: "A Qiao obediently afraid, I just want you to help me take care of a child, it is not as difficult as heaven. As a corresponding reward, I will also ask you anything you want to inquire about Thing-I don't know such conditions, are you satisfied? "

Ren, He, One, Piece? !!

Qing Qiao was smashed by the pie that fell from the sky. Regardless of the danger of his little hand being swollen and turned white and red, he was about to leak blood. He nodded and said, "Satisfied, I am very satisfied."

Duan Yuqi shivered and shook her hands away.

"You're not nervous, I'm just going to help Mr. Qi take care of a child." Think about what I said and I was a "sexy love" pair with Wang Ye, doing a full set of plays, Qing Qiao hurriedly turned to Duan Yuyi Fan Wen said nicely, "... Since Mr. Qi took care of me then, I should do him a favor."

Duan Yu was so angry that she stared back at her, leaving only her face unpredictable: "Are you sure you won't regret it?"

"Why regret it?" Qing Qiao somehow.

Duan Yusi sighed for a moment, sighed, stretched out her hand and hugged her tightly in her arms: "... you are so obsessed, and the king wouldn't say anything-I just want you."

"King, Lord?"

Qing Qiao was overwhelmed by the sudden confession, so he turned around and looked embarrassedly at Mr. Qi: "That ... I don't know who Mr. Qi wants me to take care of for you? How old is it?"

Mr. Qi watched with great interest and replied without hesitation: "It is my nephew Shao Yi, who just turned fourteen this year, one year younger than you."

"It's already fourteen?" Qing Qiao was startled. He thought that the "child" in Mr. Qi's mouth would be a child with a yellow mouth. "Why do people of this size need me to take care of him?"

Mr. Qi gave her a look of "You are calm and restless", and explained slowly: "Three thousand slaves around Shao Yi, naturally you do not need to take care of him. However, he somehow started to resist diet recently, and he has nothing about all the precious dishes. With a little bit of interest, my body is getting thinner day by day ... "

"That is anorexia, you have to take him to see the doctor." Qing Qiao kindly mentioned.

"Even the Royal Doctor has come to see it, only guessing that it is a heart disease, and the others can't see the slightest clue." Mr. Qi had a little helpless loneliness on his face, "... I searched for recipes all over the place, but for the sake of He eats raw, and Mo Zai easily practices himself. "

"——What's that to me?" Qing Qiao grinned, questioning his head.

Mr. Qi's eyebrows were bent, and he laughed so wildly: "Nature is related to you. Aqiao now has an unparalleled love for food. I think with your perseverance, I will definitely infect my beloved nephew-as long as he is willing Eat with peace of mind, even if your mission is successfully completed. "

Contemplated, Qing Qiao held his breath carefully and said, "... In other words, my task is to make your nephew fatter?"

"Exactly." Mr. Qi nodded. "Ajo is really smart."

"... Empty words, what is the measure of whether he is fat or thin?"

"You don't need to worry about this. We will calculate an average value with reference to the physical condition of men of the same age. The specific measurement plan is as follows: one is weighing, someone will record his daily weight change; the other is measuring the body, the tailor of the first embroidery workshop He visits once a month to report on the changes in his dimensions-in short, everything speaks in numbers. Aqiao obediently, do you think this is fair? "

Mr. Qi's eyes were brilliant, Qing Qiao couldn't tell what was wrong, and felt that the reward was really attractive. He simply nodded and agreed.

Duan Yu watched the scenery quietly without any obstruction.

Qing Qiaosong sighed, the matter finally settled.

——Well, if you think about it, it's not a bit of a taste. The other heroines passed through, either in the martial arts, or in the imperial court; she was good at Gu Qingqiao. The first case she wore was actually going to be a nanny for a teenager; the only thing to do was to be a nanny. The task was just to get the boy to eat more fat-wasn't this feeding pigs? Where do you let her face of this 21st century elite woman?

Oh my god, you're jealous!

Earth, you have no pity for the talent!

Roaring a few words, I went home and washed and fell asleep.

Mr. Qi's efficiency is very high. The next day, he sent someone to Shang Shufu to send a post, saying that he hadn't seen it for many years. I would like to ask Miss Gu to come to the house three days later to tell the story.

Is there such a blatant invitation to every lady? Qing Qiao looked at scolding, secretly worried about Dad's reaction.

However, Gu Shangshu didn't know what medicine he took, and agreed without a word.

"... You don't mean to worry about it?" Qing Qiao Chao Shangshu made an "O" mouth.

"What am I worried about?" Gu Shangshu knocked on her little head and laughed. "Since Mr. Qi invited you out, there must be something important. I have a thousand hearts for him."

Qing Qiao pursed his lips, thinking that Ojisang was not small, and the backstage was not ordinary.

Back to the room to pack things, Dong Xi begged behind her **** and begged:

"Miss, I know something wrong, so please bring Dongxi."

"You're wrong? What's wrong with you?"

"Dong Xi shouldn't be confused by the beauty of Wang Ye, and take Wang Ye to the flower hall without notification, so that Wang Ye can see what should not be seen."

"Humph."

"Miss! Dongxi just fainted for a while and never dare again! You can rest assured that Dongxi is absolutely loyal to Miss ... Love is better than Jinjian ... Just ask Miss to see you in Dongxi's service For many years, don't drive slaves away ... "

"Hey, stop! What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't rush you or punish you, didn't you live well in Shangshufu?"

"Ah, that, Dongxi was excited and wrong for a moment ... Anyway, please don't miss Miss Dongxi. Dongxi is only missing Miss Xin. Any beauty can't enter Dongxi's eyes again!" Dongxi raised her Watery little round face swears and weeps.

Qing Qiao couldn't bear it, sighed, and touched Ama's head.

"... Don't have to be so radical, Duan Yu's guy is really good. You are in love, and you can understand that you are blindly chasing the stars ... I do n’t think I missed Fujii Shu at first sight? Ah, that white curtain A beautiful teenager reading a book ... "

The lady began to fall into deep memories of her past, and she was helpless.

"Yes, miss, you are going to live in Qifu for two months this time. Does Mr. Duan have no opinion?"

"Opinion? No, he just sent me a letterhead ... Yes, I haven't opened it yet. Help me see what's written in it?"

Dongxi opened the letter and looked at it with a smile: "Miss, Lord Wang said he thought he might not see you for a long time, and he was very sad. According to folk custom, he hopes to get a personal item you made as a souvenir. . "

"... there is such a custom?" Miss opened her eyes wide.

Dongxi covered her mouth and nodded: "This is done between the men and women who have settled down, and you should send the same souvenir to the lady."

"Ah, what's the best thing to send? You need personal belongings ..." The lady looked up at the sky, her face confused: "Do you want to send underwear and underwear? I really don't know what model he wears ..."

Dong Xi's face was full of redness. "No need to be so bold, young lady, just send a sachet ..."

"Oh, there are sachets!" The lady sighed with relief, "how can I forget this stubble."

The day before going out, the lady called Dongxi to her and handed her a kraft paper bag.

"You take this to Lord Duan," the lady ordered.

Dongxi glanced into the paper bag and couldn't help but be taken aback-a crooked cloth bag was lying quietly in the bag, although the best satin was used to see it, but how can the work of this plate shape look embarrassing, and the cloth bag I didn't know what weird stuff was in it, and it faintly gave off a smell of medicine.

The most weird thing is that this bag is too big, as big as a pancake! !!

"This, what is this?" Dongxi looked blankly at Miss Xiang, she felt that she had been completely defeated by Miss unexpectedly.

"Of course it is a personal souvenir for Mr. Duan!" The lady gave her a wink.

"... It's not like that, miss! There should be incense in the sachet, and this size, this size is a little too large ..." Dongxi's voice was sore, her eyes closed, and her body couldn't help shaking.

"Cough, no need to worry, of course, I know this is not a sachet." The lady quickly explained, "But Lord Duan only gave me three days. How can I have American time to make sachets for him?"

"... that ... what is this?" Dongxi glanced at the big bag in her hand again, thinking that it would be better if she didn't look at it.

The lady smiled mysteriously, and replied with a tone of triumph and pride in seven points: "This is Gu Qingqiao's secret recipe, and the 505 magical power bag is also-" 2k novel reading network