Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant

The defending champion Luo Wei settled in the Wei's ancestral hall in the city, and he followed the old man to the home of the Xuanzhou Wei's patriarch.

The patriarch also had an impression of the Nan Geer that year, and did not ask the defending father to live outside these years. He only said to the defending champion: "I am coming back, this time, come back, still?"

The defending champion said: "Don't go."

At this time, the old man asked the defender, "Southern brother, your Fu Geer, isn't it good?"

"He is sick on the road," said Wei Wei. "The road has been running and has not been well cultivated, so the disease is not well."

"But I don't think he is like someone who can stay with you in the ravine." Wei Laohan said: "The little old man just talked to him. This brother has read the book. It looks like everyone is out. of."

The defending champion knew how this Rovi would be installed, and the son of the body could not cover it. Look at these old people are watching him, waiting for his reply, the defending only had to take Luo Wei on the road to think of the set of words, come out and say, "His family is also a big family in Jiangnan, just this one After being changed, my parents and brothers were gone, and I followed me."

"What about his leg?"

“I accidentally broke,” said Wei Wei. “I just raised a little, so it’s not convenient to walk.”

"Have you seen the Fu Geer?" The patriarch asked the old man.

"I have seen it, a good brother," said Wei Laohan. "As long as you can live with Nan Geer with peace of mind, what else can you ask for? Let's have no jade here, and want to make a fortune." Nor will we come to Xuanzhou."

The patriarch no longer asked, and took out a gray genealogy and said, "Southern, let's add a name."

The defending champion said at this time: "But I can't read."

A few old men are not surprised. A lonely child who is away from home is afraid to have a chance.

The patriarch wrote a copy of the Weinan character in a space on the genealogy.

When the defending champion saw the name on the genealogy, he realized that the south of his name was the south of the southeast and northwest, and that Luo Wei did not get the slogan for him. When the defending champion thought about it, he still liked the words that Luo Wei took for him. The mountain wind was awkward. The words of Luo Wei at that time, the defending champion always remembered.

In the family of the patriarch, the name was put on the genealogy, and the patriarch also promised to defend the life of the valley. The defending and the old man left the patriarch's house.

"He lives here with his wife." When Wei Laohan came out of the patriarch's family, he told the defending family that the sons said: "The sons are all going out to ask for a living, and they don't know when to come back."

"I will come back," said the defending champion. "Isn't that the leaves fall back to the roots?"

"When I get back, we can't wait for these old men," Wei Laohan sighed. He made an appointment with the defending champion to go to the temple tomorrow morning, took him and Luo Wei to the Qingshan Valley, and went with the other four old partners. .

After the defending father left the five old men, he rushed back to the ancestral hall.

The old priest of the Guardian Church came back to see the defending squad, and greeted the defending priest: "Southern buddy is back."

"Grandpa," the defender stood down and shouted the old master.

The old church owner said: "Is the name written on the genealogy?"

The defending champion said: "Write it."

"That will take your Fu Geer to the Xiangtang to give the ancestors a fragrant incense," said the old master. "I have to let the ancestors look at the two of you."

"Okay," the defender agreed, and said, "I will go back to the room to see him, and take him in a while."

The old church owner nodded.

When the defending champion arrived in the room, he found that Luo Wei was not there. The defending officer suddenly panicked and went to Xuanzhou. He could not lose this person here. Busy out of the house to look for, looking at the courtyard in the hall, just a few candles, the others are black.

"What's wrong?" Just as the defending was going to find Luowei in a bright place, the old master took a big broom and walked over.

"Fu Geer is not in the room," the defender did not dare to let the old church owner see that he was in a hurry, and looked pale.

"He should be in the kitchen," said the old cousin. "He told me that he wanted to cook some food, maybe he hadn't burned yet," and then the old owner said to himself, "How long is this?" Time is up, how can I burn a meal until now?"

The defending rushed to the kitchen and Rovi was cooking. This was the same as losing Rowe. He made the defending flustered. He had never seen Luo Wei enter the kitchen. This man burned rice and would not burn the kitchen of this ancestral hall. Alright?

"Oh," Luo Wei stood in front of the stove in the kitchen and saw the defendingman coming in. He was busy with the defending: "I made noodles, and you can taste it later."

After a few steps, the defending champion walked to the stove and looked up into the pot that had already been boiled. He said, "Where is the noodle coming from? The old master gave it?"

“The old master gave me flour,” said Rowe, “I did it myself.”

"What do you do?" The defending star looked at Rowe.

"Why can't I do it?" Luo Wei listened to the defending question and asked some questions. Some of them are not happy. "How much useless is it in your heart?"

The defending guard saw that Luo Wei had a flour on his face, and he might have smoked the fireworks. His face was black and white, and he smiled loudly.

Luo Wei is not clear, so: "What are you laughing at? I am making a noodle, so that makes you happy?"

Defending his hand and rubbing Rovi's face, he looked at Luo Wei with the finger of the flour and said, "A good face, now a cat!"

"How could this be?" Rowe was busy wiping with his sleeves.

"Okay," the defending champion pulled down Rovi's hand. "You are not ready for this dress? Go wash your face, here I look."

There is hot water in the kitchen, and Rowe doesn't care to look at the cauldron with noodles and say, "Look, don't cook."

"Okay," said the defending champion. "I must watch, I must not pass."

Luo Wei just went aside and washed his face.

The defending team looked at the table in the kitchen. Fortunately, the flour was not found everywhere. The remaining flour was used in the basin, and all the items were cleaned up.

Luo Wei hurriedly washed his face, his heart was taking care of his noodles, the water on his face was not cleaned, and he went to the stove again. He only glanced at it and shouted to the defender: "The noodles are good, 岚Come out soon, it will be rotten again!"

The noodle pot was placed on the table, and the defending champion first gave Luo Wei a bowl of noodles and said, "It looks good, the son will cook."

Luo Wei took a plate of bacon from a steamer on the stove and a dish of pickled vegetables mixed with sesame oil. He said, "There is nothing to eat here, so these two kinds of salty goods, hey, you can eat them."

"This is what you did?" the defending asked in disbelief.

"In addition to me, there are no other people here," Rowe clipped a piece of bacon to the defending bowl and said, "Come on, you are hungry?"

The defending burying his head and eating a chopsticks noodles, the noodles turned out to be very strong, and then eat bacon, steamed just fine, not steamed at all.

"How?" Rowe asked.

"It's delicious," the defending gulls, grabbed a chopstick and picked the pickles into the mouth. The pickles were fried by Luo Wei, and they were eaten in the mouth. They were fragrant and crisp. The defending singer Luo Wei smiled and said: "I really I didn't expect the son to cook."

Luo Wei looked at the defending scent and was satisfied with it. With a proud look, he said to the defender: "It’s just cooking, it’s hard for me."

The defending champion said: "Isn't the gentleman far away from the kitchen?"

"I am not a gentleman," Rowe said. "I will still give it to you in the future."

"No," the defending screamed and sighed. He said, "You can't be tired, I will come here."

"You have to plant the land, but also to cook?" Luo Wei took a bite of the noodles in his bowl. It tasted good. After eating a few mouthfuls, he continued to say to the defender: "I am happy to cook for you, others. I still can't eat my craft."

Wei Wei looked at Luo Wei with a smile and suddenly remembered the word wash.

"It started to smirk again," Rowe stuffed a piece of whole-fert bacon into the mouth of Wei Wei. "Hurry and eat, the noodles don't eat fast, and they form a noodle."