The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi only then followed Cheng Yaojin into the front hall. Without saying a few words, he heard the noise coming from outside the hall.

I saw the handsome Shu King Li Ke and the honest and honest Fang Jun with a frustrated expression, and they walked into the hall under the **** of the cheerful eldest brother and the second brother.

"Hey, isn't this our Royal Highness King Shu and Fangjia Xiaoer?" Cheng Yaojin happily, stroking the thick beard that was so hard that he could pierce his thin face with bleeding eyes.

"My nephew is a junior, but he can't be called Uncle Cheng like that."

"The old man is not difficult for you. What do I mean by the two of you? When the old man returns to the house, you two will run like a thief without even saying hello. What do you mean, look down on the old man?"

"Absolutely not absolutely not. My nephew just wants to go home. I am worried about my mother and my brother." Fang Jun found a very wonderful reason for his soul blessing at this moment.

Cheng Chubi saw his father hehe a noncommittal look, and tilted his eyes to look at the poor Li Ke. "how about you?"

"Uncle Cheng, my nephew was lifted by the emperor's ban today. When this was released, I hurried over to visit Brother Chubi. I didn't want to have a chat with Brother Chubi. I almost forgot to enter the palace to greet my father. I was in a hurry and failed to say goodbye to my uncle. My nephew sinned..."

Cheng Yaojin walked up to Li Ke and Fang Jun, lifting them up with each hand, and then slipped to the back of the case and put them down.

"Since it is a sin, I will punish myself for three bowls when I drink, and the old man will not blame you."

"Uncle, my nephew is wrong, can you change the day?" Li Ke didn't give up, but wanted to struggle to death.

"What are you talking about? You are here now, and you have to change your fart. If this is spread out, don't others think it's because someone from Cheng is not treating the guests well, and driving them away without even giving them a meal. "

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The delicacies were brought into the hall one by one, and the wine jars moved in. The old man opened one of the wine jars first, and Cheng Chubi felt that something was not right...

You say it’s not a bar, it really smells like wine, but you say it’s a bar, and it has a smell similar to medicinal materials. If you say it’s a medicinal bar, why can you still smell a bit that makes Cheng Chubi feel careless? The smell of a ward spilled on a bottle of 84 disinfectant.

Cheng Chubi was trying hard to recognize this special taste when he saw his father, Raoqi, sniffed deeply at the mouth of the altar with a look of intoxication. "This is the three-leaf syrup made by my old Cheng family's own secret brew. It's not intoxicating, but it's still raising. You two little babies drink more.

While talking, I first filled myself with a bowl, then copied it and drained it, then squeezed my eyebrows for a long time before exhaling. "Good wine!"

Cheng Chubi, who was sitting next to Fang Jun, saw it. He saw Li Ke's face looking sadly at Cheng Fu Jia Ding filling himself with a bowl of Cheng Fu San Le Pu.

"Hurry up, are you a man? Little baby hurry up. After drinking three bowls, you can do it yourself. The old man is always kind and never presses wine."

"Then, that little nephew will do it first." Li Ke gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, took the wine and poured it into his neck, then suddenly rounded his eyes and rolled it twice vigorously.

Seeing Li Ke's uncomfortable drinking, Cheng Chubi felt that this product was not drinking wine but a special paraquat.

Turning his head and looking at Fang Jun next to him, this guy is also crying, holding a wine bowl, his mouth is trembling. Then he lifted his neck and drained his mouth, also winking his eyebrows for a long time before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"I said Brother Jun, is this wine so terrible?" Cheng Chubi stretched out his hand and stabbed Fang Jun and asked in a low voice curiously.

Fang Jun turned his head, his expression was better than death. "Brother Chubi, if the younger brother can't leave Cheng's mansion today, I have to trouble my brother to send someone to notify my parents and let them come and find me quickly."

"Is it so terrible?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help muttering in a low voice. Unknowingly, Boss Cheng, who had already cooked two bowls of three-leaf pulp, saw that his third brother hadn't even moved his chopsticks, and couldn't help but feel a little disgusted. Pleased.

"My third brother, it's not good for you to be like this. Although you are sick, these two are the distinguished guests in our house. See if they drink so happily, you have to drink something too."

Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard with a hearty smile, and nodded towards Cheng Chubi kindly.

"The third child, your eldest brother is right. You are almost healed now, and it's okay to smear your lips. Our old Cheng's secret three-leaf jelly, drink less, not only not intoxicating, but also healthy."

Cheng Chubi saw the ardent gazes of his father and two elder brothers, and after seeing Jia Ding pouring himself a bowl, the taste came directly on his face.

Cheng Chubi picked up the wine bowl, and after respecting everyone in the hall, he poured it into his mouth, and his eyes bulged in an instant. What the **** is this?

Suddenly, Cheng Chubi felt like there was a bucket of cold water. No, it was a bucket of iced water, mixed with smelly socks, straw mats, and shampoo, poured over his head.

It made him shudder in a cold war, and his lips were shaking. Could it be said that Laoshan White Flower Snake Grass Water has appeared more than a thousand years in advance? No, it feels like white snake grass water mixed with inferior liquor and shampoo.

Only after spitting out that sip of alcohol, it seemed, slightly, there was a smooth taste like swallowing soapy water for gastric lavage, as if it had just taken a sip of paraquat, and was successfully lavaged at the last moment. For the rest of my life...

"Hahaha...what's up with the third child, isn't our secret three-leaf pulp strong enough?" Cheng Chuliang saw that his third child was dumbfounded and hadn't recovered for a long time, couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Jin Dao? This is Jin Dao, it can make people worse than death." Cheng Chubi looked at the half bowl of San Le Pu in the bowl with a dazed expression. The turbid liquor that showed a light brown color was in the light. Under the shining light, rippling softly and slowly...

As the elder Cheng Yaojin, it would be too much to persuade the junior to drink. But the eldest brother and the second brother bravely stood up, insisting that the guests feel that they should feel at home when they come to the old Cheng's house, and they can't live up to the reputation of the old Cheng's warm and hospitable family.

After three or five cups, the trembling Li Ke and Fang Jun began to look relaxed. It seemed that the wine was so strong and courageous that they were really right. After the ten cups, Fang Jun and Li Ke were able to reciprocate their eldest and second brothers. It's just that every time I enter the mouth, I still have to wink for a long time before I can swallow it.

Cheng Yaojin pulled Cheng Chubi to sit down early on, happily showing that all three of the wounded who had been received today had become ill, and none of the four people treated by his son showed signs of illness.

"The old man Zhang Liang who dared to chew the root of his tongue was buried in the face by the old man today, but unfortunately there are still a few who slip faster than the rabbits, but it doesn't matter, it can always be blocked."

Watching Cheng Yaojin pour the three-leaf syrup of the white flower snake grass water into his stomach cup by cup, he smashed his mouth and proclaimed his great achievements in the court.

With a black line on his face and trembling, Cheng Chubi finally understands why, as relatives of northerners, they can deal with the spicy Southwestern cuisine without changing their colors.

Compared with the secret three-leaf syrup of Chengfu, the spicy flavor is at most a younger brother...

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