173 God of Wealth arrives

Thinking like this, he unconsciously touched his chest... When he left the palace, he deliberately brought a silver needle.

But some poisons can't be detected unless...

He couldn't help but feel a little sad. Could it be that next year's day of his death?

While it was desolate, Luo Wen'er came out, holding a large tray full of bowls. The bowl contained half a bowl of black things. It smelled like soy sauce and vinegar, and added sesame oil, and there was a small pinch of garlic piled up in it.

What is this going to do?

Seeing Luo Wener put the bowls on the table one by one and Wanying wanted to help, she refused.

You really need to do it yourself.

Okay, if you find out anything later, you won't have to wrong others!

After Hu Lun saw that she turned around and didn't get started, she immediately took out the silver needle and quickly inserted it into each bowl.

He was nervous and busy back, but when he turned around, he saw that everyone was puzzled. Lang Hao's iceberg face was obviously contemptuous.

He hummed and was careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years. You know nothing!

After a while, Luo Wen'er came out with a big tray.

This time, there are four plates on it, with things like ingots, but there is still a faint cyan in the middle, which is hot.

Luo Wen'er put down her things and turned back. The people in the hall looked at each other, and then their eyes fell on the plate.

When Luo Wener turned out again, she saw everyone standing at the table. Even Mo Xi also stood regularly and couldn't help laughing: "It won't taste good when it's cold. Just cook so much first. There are more later. Don't worry. Let's eat first, and I'll cook later.

Everyone continued to conside at each other, or Qian Yumo sat down first.

The rest of the people stand according to the rules, which seems very uncomfortable to Luo Wener.

Qian Yumo shook the fan: "Sit down. Today, with an exception, who asked us to test whether the clouds can pass together?

Although saying this, no one moved his chopsticks and stared straight at the plate.

Luo Wener knew that Mo Xi was the master. If he didn't move, others would not move and glanced at him.

Qian Yumo cleared his throat, picked up his chopsticks, and hesitated a little, but still caught a ingot...

"Master, slow down!"

Hu Lun quickly came over, took out a silver needle from his arms, and stabbed the ingot...

Pull out... observe... and stab again...

Seeing Lao Wu holding a silver needle to stare at the dumplings one by one, he thought about Mo Xi's hesitation...

Luowen'er's face changed.

She suddenly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the dumpling that Hu Lun was about to start, dipped it in the seasoning, put it in her mouth and ate it, and then picked up another...

Most of the dumplings fell in the blink of an eye.

Hu Lun's silver needle failed and was about to lose his temper. Qian Yumo stopped him and smiled, "Can Yuncai's craftsmanship be enjoyed exclusively? Come on, everyone try it..."

With that, I picked one, dipped it in the seasoning, sent it to my lips, and took a bite...

"Wang Wang..." Hu Lun couldn't save it and was stunned.

Qian Yumo's eyebrows tightened, then stretched, and smiled. He also put the remaining half in his mouth and then clipped another one.

Everyone stared at him and saw that he was eating with relish. They even nodded and couldn't help picking up their chopsticks.

At the beginning, when he saw Qian Yumo eating regardless, Hu Lun grinned as if he had been bitten by his own meat. However, when he saw everyone moving one after another, he couldn't help returning to his seat, picking up his chopsticks, still hesitating, and then bit fiercely with the posture of looking back to death. A...

Immediately stay...

"Hmm, have you found it? The taste is different..."

"I like this more..."

"You just like meat!"

Although the eight flowers were chatting, the chopsticks were flying. In the blink of an eye, the four plates saw the bottom.

Qian Yumo looked at Luo Wen'er with a smile.

Although Luo Wener was still angry, she still went back to the kitchen and served four plates of dumplings in just a while.

Hu Lun only ate three because he came to the table late. He was afraid that he couldn't grab it. He directly grabbed one and put it in his mouth, but then spit it out and blushed: "Hot, hot..."

Everyone laughed.

Luo Wen'er couldn't help laughing.

Qian Yumo looked at her and looked at the crowd, deliberately and said slowly, "Yuncai is responsible for the kitchen..."

"I agree!" Wanying immediately said, pointing to the plate in front of Wanlong: "Miss Luo, I like to eat this flavor..."

Eight flowers immediately told Luo Wener their taste.

Qian Yumo shook his fan and narrowed his eyes: "Xue Lang, how about you?"

Lang Hao has been eating silently, and at this moment, Hu Lun has independently eliminated the plate in front of him and is aiming at Lang Hao's plate.

However, the ingot was light and slippery, and he couldn't hold it left and right, and he was about to do it. Lang Hao's martial arts skills are strong, and his hands are quick and his eyes are fast. He inserted a chopstick and almost inserted into Hu Lun's hand.

Hu Lun hurriedly shrank and watched the last ingot fall into Lang Hao's mouth.

Qian Yumo smiled and said, "It seems that you two don't have to ask, right?"

"To ask, to ask..." Hu Lun stared at Lang Hao angrily and stretched out his neck: "Miss Luo, is there anything else?"

Luo Wener still hated him for tying dumplings with silver needles, and did not answer him, but began to close the plates.

Eight flowers hurried forward to help, in order to see if there were any ingots in the kitchen.

Hu Lun also followed up and smiled flatteringly: "Miss Luo, you are really delicious. But I don't know what the name of this thing is?"

I have nothing to say!

Luo Wener still ignored him.

But Hu Lun was indomitable and only circled around her: "This thing is so strange. I don't know how the broken vegetables in it are put in. Miss Luo, can you play tricks?

Luo Wen'er took notice and turned around: "Haven't you eaten dumplings?"

Dumplings? Is this ingot called 'dumpling'? Hu Lun blinked his little eyes.

For a moment, there seemed to be several lightning strikes in Luo Wen'er's mind...

She remembered that no one made dumplings on New Year's Eve in Yucheng...

She remembers that since she came to this time and space, the only staple food she ate was rice...

She remembered that when she bought noodles at the market, the flour was placed in an inconspicuous corner, which was very cheap. Lao Wu also said that this was something that the lower people ate...

She still remembers that today, when she was looking for flour, eight flowers also helped together, but it took a long time to find it in the warehouse...

And all kinds of strange things on the dinner table just now...

It turns out that I'm not just worried about poison, but...

"Business opportunity..."

"What?' Injured chicken? What is this delicious food? Are you going to beat the chicken? OK, girl, wait, I'll go!"

Luo Wen'er didn't hear what he was saying at all, or that she didn't exist in her eyes now. She just rushed out and hit Hu Lun, who was rolling his arms and sleeves, and rotated several times in place.

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Qian Yumo is shaking the fan at the table.

Luo Wener rushed in: "I want a loan!"

"What? What should I bring?"

There is probably no word in this spacetime.

Luo Wen'er's reaction was unusually fast and turned to say, "It's just borrowing money."

"What do you want to borrow money for?"

Luo Wener stared at him.

At this moment, the candlelight of the four walls swayed, and the yellow light was warmly caged on Mo Xi's snow coat, making him look more gentle and elegant.

However, it fell into Luo Wen'er's eyes, and it was by no means more than that.

Tonight's Mo Xi is so handsome, so handsome, so tall, and he seems to be rising in the candlelight.

He is actually... a shining god of wealth!

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"I'm seven and you three!"

"You are three and me seven!"

......

"I'm six or four!"

"You four and I six!"

......

"Five-five, half, can't be lowered any more!"

"Good deal!"

Qian Yumo shook his fan and smiled.

Luo Wener gritted her teeth.

"Yes, you borrowed money from me, this interest..."

"Mo, Xi!"

Luo Wen'er seemed to hear the sound of the plan plate.

This iron rooster mentioned this to her after negotiating the division. It's too much!

However, Qian Yumo always shook his fan and smiled, smiling and charmingly: "You are borrowing money from me privately, so according to the rules, you have to collect a profit of 1.5 yuan. In this way, I should get at least 70% of the income of the dumpling restaurant! Don't worry..."

Qian Yumo patted her on the shoulder with a fan: "And who knows whether your dumpling restaurant is a profit or a loss? My creditor is the one who bears the risk. In case of compensation, what will you give back to me? Isn't it because I suffered a big loss?

"I..."

Take a fan and pat her on the shoulder again to stop her impulse: "But if you can make one or two of my favorite meals every time I come to make me happy, I may consider taking you less..."

At this point, the end of the eyes is a flash of light, a little warmth, a little expectation.

Luo Wen'er is secretly hating.

She found that with this Mo Xi, she could not get the upper hand every time, and she would be oppressed by him every time. He is indeed a businessman. He is almost refined into his bones, and a stone can make him pinch out three minutes of water.

It's just that without him, I really don't know where to get the money.

So I thought for a long time and nodded depressedly.

"Good!" Qian Yumo took away the fan and hit it on the palm of his hand: "Well, it's you and me. Deal!"

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The market was bustling with people. Although it was autumn, Luo Wener still sweated thinly, and people smelled various colors, which made her dizzy.

"No matter what you do, you can't do it recklessly. Just by impulse, you often have to do bad things." Qian Yumo shook the fan and walked slowly.

In a white dress, walking in the crowd, it is spotless and cool.

Luo Wener stared at him secretly... To put it bluntly, don't you want to lend me money?

Also, after all, she is opening a shop. This land, house price, placement, employment... It's really not a small amount. No wonder he found all kinds of excuses to delay. Today, he said that he would take her to inspect the market. As a result, it has been moving from the morning to now. Her stomach is empty, but he is still walking from his own home, as if She is hanging out with him.