"The person in front is my father. He has a strange temper. If you say something unpleasant, don't take it to your heart." Xiang Yiling reminded in a low voice.

Zhu Yujin also agreed with bitter face:

"Bo Ren Xiang is very good, but his temper is not bad... I have been a little afraid of him since I was a child. Alas, this is not right. Even now I am still scared of him..."

When several people heard this, they nodded one after another.

Xiang Yiling's stilt house is located at the edge of the Miao village. Although it is a little remote, it is much spacious than other families. An old man from Miao village is leisurely sitting on a lounge chair at the door to bask in the sun.

The old man was about fifty or sixty years old, wearing Miaojiang clothes, with a dark face and an ordinary appearance, and was just an ordinary Miaojiang elderly man.

The only special thing is the huge cigarette pole in his hand.

The ordinary cigarette pole is only one foot long and the thickness of a thumb, but his cigarette pole is more than three feet long and as thick as a child's arm.

With a "pop" mouthful, the old man had already taken a sip. The end of the cigarette pole suddenly seemed to light up as if a lantern appeared. Then he exclaimed, and the thick smoke as solid sprayed out, just like burning fire.

The old man raised his upper body slightly, as if he had hit the thick smoke, and he wanted to enjoy it with his pores. After a breath, he fell back to the recliner, his eyes narrowed and folded, and his face was full of intoxication and leisure.

"Okay!" Jiang Xiaoshu couldn't help but shout, and he clapped his hands:

"Others smoke with their mouths, but the old man is smoking with all his strength, which really opened my eyes."

The old man sat up, poked his head out of the smoke and looked at Jiang Xiaoshu:

"You know how to smoke?"

Jiang Xiaoshu Xiaoxiao:

"I just understand it a little, don't be surprised if you say it wrong."

"It's right, it's right..." The old man turned the cigarette rod backward and looked at Jiang Xiaoshu:

"Come on?"

Jiang Xiaoshu was stunned, then he was not polite and stretched out his mouth and sucked it up.

The momentum of this breath was much worse than that of the old man. The end of the cigarette pole flashed slightly, and the smoke was even less pity.

Smoke sprayed out, Jiang Xiaoshu's face was stiff:

“What a spicy cigarette.”

But the old man glanced at Jiang Xiaoshu:

"The lions play in the water, the fairy returns to Penglai, and the whip method I have never seen before... You are very smart, and your martial arts are very mixed, which is a bit interesting."

Jiang Xiaoshu forced a smile:

“Good eyesight.”

The rest of the people were confused and didn't know what they were talking about.

When the cigarette holder was approaching in front of him, Jiang Xiaoshu suddenly had an inexplicable intuition - the cigarette rod was clearly placed in front of him without moving, but he must not turn his head left and right or backward, otherwise he would definitely suffer a great loss.

This cigarette pole is made of hard bamboo, and the head and tail are wrapped in pure copper. If it is wielded and stabbed, it is also a powerful weapon.

Jiang Xiaoshu didn't know why he thought this way, but he was alert at the first time.

The right leg is slightly lifted, which is exactly the "Lion Double Playing in the Water" among the twelve-way Tan legs. Once the old man is not good for him, he will fly and kick out.

Pressing your right hand on the scabbard and your thumb is about to bounce. This is the starting step of "Xian Returns to Penglai".

The little finger of the left hand raised slightly, grabbing the soft whip on the waist. As long as there is a slight movement, the series of rapid "dragon and snake flying" will immediately attack the old man.

Jiang Xiaoshu leaned over and took a sip. The cigarette rod was still motionless, but the intense anxiety suddenly disappeared.

After spitting out the smoke, a breeze blew, and Jiang Xiaoshu's back felt cold, but it turned out that he was soaked in cold sweat.

Turn the old man back to the cigarette pole and take a light sip:

"It seems that it's not your boy who hurts people?"

"Dad, Brother Jiang..." Xiang Yiling explained on the side, but the old man raised his hand to stop her:

"Have he not spoken a bit? Let this kid say it himself."

Jiang Xiaoshu clasped his fists:

"It's my friend, but the old man is fine with me."

He said to the old man:

"Seeing that you look like a big girl, I didn't expect you to have some responsibility."

Jiang Xiaoshu shook his head:

"There are my parents' appearance, but I have the responsibility of myself. There are many cowards with big beards on my face, and there are many examples of men as good as men. The old man's words are a bit wrong."

Glimp at the old man:

"Good boy, I won't bother you if I hit someone, so you dare to stubborn?"

Jiang Xiaoshu grinned:

"I like to argue with people since I was a child. I have been dealing with it a lot, but my problems are hard to change."

"Interesting, you guy is interesting..." The old man nodded thoughtfully, and then he stood up:

"What are you all standing here to cook? My dishes are all fried, come in."

This sentence is naturally directed at others.

Xiang Yiling led a few people to the stilt house, but only Zhu Yujin was still standing there.

Walk to the old man:

"Xiao Zhu, what's going on?"

Zhu Yujin's cramped smile:

"Xiang Bo, do you have my share?"

Thinking about the old man:

"Well...no, you get out of here."

Zhu Yujinru received a general amnesty:

"Yes, yes, I'll leave first, I'll leave first, I won't disturb Mr. Xiang."

Then he left quickly as if he ran away.

"Bear-like." He teased the old man at his back.

Then he picked up a sign from his arms, looked at it for a while, and murmured to himself:

"The boy from Qin Lin, the werewolf, the cook, the rich lady... why did this group of people get together?"

…………

On the stilt house, everyone sat around a square table.

The dishes on the table were still steaming, and bursts of fragrance hit everyone's faces. The sour and spicy taste, after only a moment of smell, the tongue was filled with saliva, and the appetite increased greatly.

"Soth soup fish, old bacon, vegetarian melon beans... are all home-cooked dishes, please feel free to everyone." Xiang Yiling smiled and then handed over the last bowl of rice.

Jiang Xiaoshu took the rice, pointed to one of the strange dishes and said:

"Miss Xiang, what kind of dish is this thin piece with the whiskers?"

Xiang Yiling showed a puzzled look:

"Is this a cold-salted ear-fried root? You don't recognize it?"

Jiang Xiaoshu is more confused than her:

"Folding ear root? What is that?"

Xiang Yiling was even more surprised:

"Every family of ours eats, don't you Zhongyuan?"

Jiang Xiaoshu shook his head, then took a chopstick, put it in his mouth, and only chewed it:

"Um!"

Jiang Xiaoshu's face suddenly became extremely distorted and terrifying, and even the blue veins on his neck burst out, his face full of pain.

Xiang Yiling was shocked:

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

The other people were also shocked. They didn't know what happened to Jiang Xiaoshu, and Sheng Yujin even held the handle of the knife.

"Damn it, it's so fishy!" Jiang Xiaoshu opened his mouth with difficulty:

"It's like swallowing a newly caught dead fish."

"Fishing?" Xiang Yiling immediately picked up a chopstick, chewed a few bites, she said wonder:

"Where is the fishy place?"

Laugh at the old man:
To be continued...