"My kick just now hurt your lung. If you are not afraid of death, come back again!" Qu Yong said sternly.

"I don't dare anymore." This kind of street gangster knows best about watching people's actions. Brother Niu made a comparison with the rumors. That Qu Yong was also in his twenties. He was not outstanding in appearance and was ruthless in his attacks. He quickly waved his hand and said: "No.

Don’t worry, this is a misunderstanding.”

"What misunderstanding!" Qu Yong said: "If you don't dare, get out immediately! In addition, we will pay the medical expenses of the person who was injured by Cheng Xiaoyu slowly in batches."

"No, no, no, nothing. How dare we ask for any money while you are here!" Brother Niu ran out the door crawling.

"Brother Niu? What's wrong?" Huang Mao had never seen Brother Niu look so frightened that he was about to pee his pants. He turned around and glared at Qu Yong, "See you later" and then called to the others and chased after his boss.

.

"Brother Niu..." Huang Mao finally caught up with Brother Niu, helped him up and said, "What's wrong with you? We have five people, three sticks, and a knife. Are we still afraid of him?"

"Pah!" Brother Niu slapped Huang Mao's face with his backhand and cursed: "You don't know what the hell you are! It's not enough for you to stuff people's teeth! You heard me clearly, his name is Qu Yong

!”

"Qu Yong?" Huang Mao also felt his heart skip a beat and asked, "Could it be that Qu Yong who stormed into Jingtai some time ago, killed dozens of masters by himself, and disabled one hand of the Divine Fist?"

If Qu Yong knew the current description of him by the outside world, he would definitely laugh or cry. In fact, Huang Mao's version is relatively reliable. Now there is vague rumors in Jiangsu and Zhejiang of a young master whose kung fu is even more powerful than the four King Kongs of Jingtai.

The fourth girl also relied on this person to calm down Yu Lian's rebellion.

Regarding these rumors, the fourth girl did not come forward to deny them. Instead, her attitude was ambiguous and made people confused. Especially some very subtle plots that some people can weave vividly, it seems that the story version was spread from within Jingtai.

However, Qu Yong doesn't know this yet. How would he know that he has been stared at by countless pairs of eyes with different intentions, and everyone has different plans.

In Uncle Cheng's room, Zong Qianqian rubbed the bruises on her arms and said with a smile: "They seem to be afraid of you?"

Qu Yong also saw that Brother Niu looked a little strange just now, and said: "These people who come out to fool around are all bullying good and fearing evil. They should be scared away than me."

Zong Qianqian said noncommittally: "Maybe."

"Ayong." Uncle Cheng looked guilty and held his hand, saying: "You, Uncle Cheng, are useless. If you hadn't come back, the little thing I pledged to you would be gone."

"Uncle Cheng, please don't say that." Qu Yong held Uncle Cheng's hand and said, "I have asked my friends to think of the most profitable way to sell these honeysuckles. I will pack them up and take them to school when I come back today.

Sell."

"Take it to school and sell it?"

Qu Yong said: "Yes, Uncle Cheng, don't worry. If we all help together, everything will be fine."

Uncle Cheng looked at this young man and then thought about his own son. He really envied Qu Yong's father for having such a good son. "Well, you can have dinner at my house at noon. Your aunt and I have dried it. It will be easy for you to pack it up and take it with you."

Past.”

Qu Yong said: "No, I have to go home."

"Oh, I brought Miss Ayong home, how could she have dinner at our house?" Aunt Cheng has been paying attention to Zong Qianqian for a long time. The girl is pretty and seems to know some kung fu.

Uncle Cheng suddenly came to his senses and said quickly: "Oh, that's right. I need to go back quickly and show it to your parents. Your mother has worked hard all her life, and now she's doing well."

Qu Yong was embarrassed and wanted to explain, but Zong Qianqian suddenly took his arm. She smiled sweetly and said: "Uncle Cheng, Aunt Cheng, let's go back first."

"Hey, good girl, walk slowly."

"Ah?" Qu Yong was carried out of the yard by Zong Qianqian. Before he could react, he said, "Why don't you explain it to Uncle Cheng?"

Zong Qianqian said: "Did you explain it clearly? You idiot!"

"Oh?" Qu Yong felt that this reason was far-fetched, and Zong Qianqian still didn't let go of her arm, as if her whole body was glued to him, soft and soft with a strange electric shock.

Qu Yong walked home like this. When he came home, the door was still closed. It seemed that his parents hadn't come back yet. He took the key, opened the door, and said to Zong Qianqian: "Sit down for a while, I'll go."

Cook."

Zong Qianqian asked curiously: "Can you cook?"

Qu Yong said matter-of-factly: "Yes, my parents used to work in the fields and asked me to prepare rice so that they could eat it when they came back."

"Wow, you are simply..." Zong Qianqian couldn't find the adjectives at once, and said after a while: "You are so different from the boys today. Not to mention boys, even girls at your age can't cook.

That’s a lot.”

Qu Yong found an apron, tied it around his waist, and said with a toothy smile: "The children of the poor have long been in charge of their own business. We met Mr. Jiu at the entrance of the village. He used to tell my fortune and said that I was a wild boar without a pen, and I was born to be raised by nature."

of."

Zong Qianqian burst into laughter and said, "According to what you say, the children in the city are just domesticated pigs."

Qu Yong chuckled and said: "Domestic pigs are still pigs. As long as they are not raised with hormones or injected with water, they are fine."

"Well said!" Zong Qianqian also stood up and said: "Then, I, a domesticated pig, will cook a meal with you, a wild boar, today."

"Together?" Qu Yong glanced at Zong Qianqian suspiciously.

Zong Qianqian waved her white little fists and said, "Don't underestimate me. You must know that cooking, washing, and housework are basic skills when living abroad."

"All right."

Qu Yong first steamed the rice in the wooden barrel, then went to the vegetable field behind the house to chop a cabbage and pick two loofahs. After thinking about it, he went out to cut a pound of pork at Pork Li's. After all, there were guests at home.

It should not be too shabby, and add a scrambled egg.

Qu Yong’s mother didn’t go into the mountains to collect herbs during this period because it was the harvest season for late rice (double-grabbing rice). It was almost twelve o’clock when Qu Yong’s mother finished work. When she walked into the village, she looked at her house and saw smoke from the kitchen stove.

Naughty, "The brat is back?"

As soon as she stepped into the main room's kitchen, she was stunned. Her son was chopping vegetables on the chopping board, and there was a girl in an apron cooking on the stove. It looked like the stars on the wall calendar she bought during the Chinese New Year.

"Brat?!"

When Qu Yong saw his mother coming back, he said casually: "Mom, are you back? Wait a minute, the meal will be ready soon."

"Who asked you?" Qu Yong's mother pushed her son away, quickly went up and grabbed the cooking shovel from Zong Qianqian's hand, and said, "Oh, my child, how can you do such a rough job when you come to our house? It's all Qu's fault.

Yong, that stinky boy, you see he didn’t say anything... I don’t know, I should... stinky boy, did you cut some meat and bring it back?"

"Mom..." Qu Yong knew as soon as he saw her that she had misunderstood. He wanted to explain, but his mother pushed him away again, "What do you want to do? A girl came to our house, and you actually asked her to give it to you.

Stir-fried vegetables? Your skin is itchy, right?"

"No." Which child in the countryside has never been beaten, either with a feather duster or fried pork shreds with bamboo sticks, anyway, it just means "pain". Qu Yong has always been sensible early, so he has not been beaten for many years.

He had been beaten, but he never thought that as soon as Zong Qianqian came to his house, his status would suddenly drop to that of being beaten.

Qu Yong's mother taught him a lesson: "If you don't, hurry up and pour some water. Let the child sit down and rest for a while."

"Auntie, I'm fine." Zong Qianqian said with a well-behaved look on her face: "Just stir-fry one more dish. It will be quick. Auntie, you have been busy all morning, so you should take a rest first."

Qu Yong found that this Zong Qianqian had completely put away the amorous feelings that she had when they first met in Sanya. Now Zong Qianqian is just a well-behaved little daughter-in-law. Women seem to be changeable. Although

She doesn't have the nine faces of the fourth girl, but this Zong Qianqian is quite varied.

Qu Yong's mother was so excited that she was called by Zong Qianqian's one aunt and another. She burst into laughter and liked it so much. Her stomach secretly growled, "I don't know how the brat deceived this girl. This child

She actually knows how to cook, is pretty, and has a sweet mouth. It’s really nice.”

"No, how can you work when you come to our house?"

"It's okay. Auntie, you have been busy all morning, so you should take a good rest. Just do it for a while and we will do it." Zong Qianqian couldn't help but push Qu Yong's mother on the chair in the living room where she was eating, and said

: "Auntie, you'll be fine soon."

Qu Yong's mother sat helplessly for a while, but couldn't sit still anymore. She stood up and murmured to herself: "No, I have to tell his father to stop working and come and see my daughter-in-law."

Just as Qu Yong's mother was going out in a hurry, Zong Qianqian looked at Qu Yong's embarrassed face with a half-smile, and said with a smile: "Your mother is very enthusiastic."

"She mistakenly thought you were the girlfriend I brought back." Qu Yong said awkwardly: "Why don't you let me explain? She will really misunderstand."

Zong Qianqian flipped the cabbage in the iron pot and said, "Then just let her not misunderstand."

Qu Yong said: "I just wanted to explain it clearly so that she wouldn't misunderstand it?"

Zong Qianqian sprinkled a pinch of salt with an expressionless face and said: "If there is no misunderstanding, there is no need to explain."

"ah?"

Qu Yong's hand slipped and he cut his middle finger with a kitchen knife, but he didn't feel any pain at all. "No misunderstanding... What do you mean by this?"

"What do you think it means?" Zong Qianqian started cooking, which happened to be a pot of stir-fried cabbage that was full of color, flavor and flavor. "Your hand was cut."

"Yes." Qu Yong still didn't feel any pain and said blankly.

Seeing his appearance, Zong Qianqian smiled sweetly and said, "Idiot."

A boss Cao once said when commenting on women in the dormitory: "There are three moments in a woman's life when she is the sexiest. The first is when she gets up, without any makeup, and is lazy and self-conscious; the second is after taking a shower, naturally

Go to the carvings, and the last one is wearing an apron and cooking."
Chapter completed!