I have a cub with a tyrant

Chapter 133 What kind of crime is this called?
The last time Chi Yuan got so much money was when she was almost sold into a brothel.

She turned her head to look at the clothes and mended shoes on Chi Heng's body, turned her head to meet Mu Shiyu's calm eyes, understood her meaning, and smiled brightly and charmingly.

"Master Mu will be able to return to Beijing safely."

"Ah."

Mu Shiyu didn't investigate Chi Yuan's identity, and believed that He Lianchuan asked Jin Wuwei to investigate, and it was up to him to reward him.

Chi Heng tugged at Chi Yuan's clothes, and when she turned around, she pointed at the grilled fish and glanced at Mu Shiyu again.

The appearance is extraordinary and refined, the bearing is extraordinary, the clothes, fabrics and accessories are also extremely luxurious, and the delicacies of mountains and seas that he has eaten must be countless.

He was ashamed to give her the fish.

Chi Yuan understood what her brother was thinking, patted his arm lightly, carefully picked up the grilled fish, and came to Mu Shiyu.

"It's really delicious, try it."

Chi Heng stretched out his hand to the clean bamboo chopsticks, but seeing his black hands stained with charcoal, he froze in place and felt a little at a loss.

Mu Shiyu smelled the fragrance very attractively, took the chopsticks placed on the lotus leaf, picked up a piece of fish and tasted it.

The aroma is tangy, the fire is just right, and the fish with seasoning is fragrant and spicy.

Mu Shiyu's eyes lit up, he swallowed the fish, and said sincerely: "Mu's family has a restaurant, ask brother if he would like to be the grilled fish chef."

The Mu family sold a lot of property, leaving a restaurant with good business. Chi Heng worked as a grilled fish chef in it. After two or three years of hard work, it is not a problem to marry a clean and beautiful girl.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu. A job like a chef is very suitable for my brother. You don't have to contact outsiders when you stay in the kitchen, and you won't be laughed at."

With tears in Chi Yuanhu's eyes, luck finally favored her, allowing her to meet Mu Shiyu, concealing the excitement in her heart, and gestured to Chi Heng.

Chi Heng thought he had misread it, and was stunned and did not respond.

Chi Yuan took his hand and wrote on it, Chi Heng finally understood, a little embarrassed, his callused hands tightly grasped the hem of the clothes, staring at Mu Shiyu in a daze.

Mu Shiyu thought of Song Ran and Song Yan. The two siblings both lost their parents in the troubled times, but their fates were completely different. He smiled and said:

"delicious."

Chi Heng understood her lips. He was very happy when his cooking was recognized by outsiders, but he couldn't believe it. He pointed to the condiments on the ground and shared why he made them so delicious.

For thousands of years, sign language has not been popularized in various countries. Everyone has different living habits, and the meanings expressed by gestures are also different. Mu Shiyu can only understand some simple gestures.

Chi Yuan smiled and said: "Master Mu, let me take you back, this fisherman must accept it."

"Okay, thanks."

Mu Shiyu's kindness is hard to turn down.

But Chi Yuan didn't let him deliver it, and he returned home with the grilled fish wrapped in lotus leaves, standing in the yard, he could see He Lianchuan in the kitchen at a glance.

He Lianchuan's black outfit has many details and is very handsome overall. The cuffs are covered with inlaid wristbands inlaid with gold thread, which is very convenient for work.

The long hair is tied up with a golden crown and a gold hairpin, and the soft tail hangs down naturally. In addition to being extravagant, there is also a sense of youthful spirit.

Mu Shiyu felt that he was there, and the whole kitchen was full of brilliance. He put the grilled fish on the table, glanced at the batter on his plate, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's not done well, it's still short of sugar."

He Lianchuan stretched out his hand to block it, but how could he be able to block it, he calmed down, slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Mu Shiyu who was suppressing a smile.

From the corner of my eye, I saw something wrapped in lotus leaves on the table.

"what is that?"

After speaking, he pursed his lips tightly and knew it was delicious when he smelled the fragrance.

The batter in the basin was completely destroyed, and he who was full of confidence suddenly felt a little helpless.

"Brother Chi Yuan's grilled fish is delicious, and he gave it to us. Just wait for me." Mu Shiyu turned around and walked out.

He Lianchuan looked puzzled with downcast eyes, and stretched out his hand to pinch the batter in the basin.

Back then when Xia Kingdom was defeated one after another, Emperor Xia asked him to kneel like a palace supervisor to serve him and those concubines and princes and princesses for meals.

At that time, he was too young, and he couldn't even eat the leftovers, and he had never eaten delicate pastries. He was kicked away by Emperor Xia just by looking at him, and everyone in the hall was laughing.

Until he was 13 years old, suddenly there were more ingredients, but he had never cooked before, so he mixed all the ingredients together and steamed them, and made very sweet pastries by mistake.

Later, when he had the opportunity to find materials, he tried to study and ponder. He hadn't done it for a long time, and he had almost forgotten how much to put in each item. He forgot to ask Jin Wuwei to send sugar.

After a while, Mu Shiyu came back with brown sugar.

Walking quickly to He Lianchuan's side, tiptoed to touch the corner of his lips lightly, seeing that the tails of his eyes were reddish, his heart was instantly softer than batter, and said softly:
"What's more?"

"Not bad."

He Lianchuan's hands were covered in batter, he leaned over slightly and kissed her warm and sweet lips, the gloom between his brows dissipated the moment Mu Shiyu walked back with the candy.

The pastry made by the two people was very successful.

When Tan Gu came to deliver the meal, the two were enjoying their meal in the courtyard.

She widened her eyes. After looking around, the cakes and grilled fish didn't look like something her lady could make. She controlled her eyes from looking around, put down the food box and left quickly.

In the leisurely afternoon, there were two reclining chairs next to the wisteria flower tree, and Mu Shiyu and He Lianchuan lay on them for a nap. She told He Lianchuan about her plan to bring Chiyuan and Chiheng back to Beijing.

He Lianchuan kept his eyes locked on Mu Shiyu, and after she finished speaking, he said:
"Chiyuan and Chiheng's parents are ordinary merchants in South Vietnam. Chiyuan had a criminal record in Qingzhou a month ago, and was almost forced to abolish that person. I asked the prefect of Qingzhou to settle the matter for her. You can use her with confidence. "

"it is good."

Mu Shiyu has seen the darkness of human nature, and understands why Chi Yuan wants to follow her.

Chi Yuan wants Chi Heng to get married and have children, so she can no longer hide from people who covet her beauty.

Even if she has martial arts, she can't stop those powerful people. It is conceivable that what awaits her is to find a safe enough backer.

Thinking of returning to Beijing, He Lianchuan looked weary, and said slowly:

"Most of the government affairs can be handled here, but there are some things that I must personally attend, such as the grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven."

The rebels have all been eliminated, and he intends to tear down the occupied Sparrow Palace and rebuild a paradise on it.

"The Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony is in mid-August, so there's not enough time." Mu Shiyu stretched out his hand to brush a few strands of his black hair, the fragrance in the hair was stronger, the smell of ambergris was much weaker, and the soft hair was clearly rooted , let her put it down.

He Lianchuan's eyes seemed to be entangled with Mu Shiyu little by little like hot threads of love.

Under the wisteria tree, Mu Shiyu's languid appearance was shockingly beautiful, but he didn't know it. His fair and clear skin felt like a light touch could leave red marks.

So He Lianchuan stretched out his hand, and under Mu Shiyu's suspicious eyes, pinched her face, reluctant to increase the force, more like stroking.

"You wait." Mu Shiyu, who was a little sleepy in the afternoon, gave He Lianchuan a fierce look.

Obviously not the slightest lethality.

Mu Shiyu let go of his hair, climbed over the armrest of the chair and climbed onto him, looked down at him, and stretched out his hand to pinch that unparalleled handsome face.

"What kind of crime is this?"

(End of this chapter)