Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 178 Dogs Don't Eat

After hearing this, the young man stared silently at the bowl of milk cake that had only moved in one mouthful for a long time, but he didn't have the courage to raise the small spoon next to his hand again.

In all fairness, the little national master was willing to condescend to go to the kitchen to make desserts. He was very happy and wanted to eat up this bowl of milk cakes. After all, no matter whether it is good or bad, it was all made by the little girl with great effort.

But the "sugar osmanthus flower" added to the milk cake was too sweet, bitter and sweet. He was really afraid that if he finished eating today, he wouldn't be able to see the morning sun tomorrow.

Damn, it's better to save the little girl more face, this is a complicated and tangled question.

Mo Junli fell into deep thought, and didn't move for a long time. Seeing this, Mu Xici realized belatedly that the "sugar osmanthus" she added was not quite right.

"So... it's hard to eat?" Mu Xici raised his eyebrows, stretched out his fingers and ordered the rim of the bowl, "I added sweet-scented osmanthus, right?"

"Throwing away the layer of sugar on the top, it's actually pretty good." Mo Junli replied very sincerely, "But that layer, it's really too sweet, it's too sweet to eat."

He wanted to say that it was as sweet as chewing a handful of fine white sugar dryly, but he swallowed the words forcefully as soon as they came to his mouth—it was as if he hadn’t said it, and he said goodbye to the sweet osmanthus flower according to Mu Xi. How to do it, isn't he just chewing fine white sugar?

"As for sweet-scented osmanthus, my lord, have you ever seen desserts with sweet-scented osmanthus before?" the young man bit the bullet and asked sincerely, sweet-scented osmanthus is a common ingredient, generally speaking, anyone who has seen it will not understand wrong.

"Probably." Master Mu said slightly, "But I don't really like dim sum with sweet-scented osmanthus. Maybe I didn't pay much attention to it before."

"Besides, I don't have many chances to eat snacks." Mu Xici pretended to cough.

In her previous life, she grew up outside Beijing before she was ten years old, and the dim sum was mainly made for her by the small kitchen and Lingqin. She didn't like the taste of sweet-scented osmanthus, so naturally they wouldn't make it for her.

From the age of ten to 16, she lived in Liuyun temple with her master, and her life as a monk in the mountains was poor. She couldn't cook. Master and the elderly seemed to hate sweets, so she seldom had snacks.

Needless to say, after returning to Beijing at the age of 16, she went to the battlefield at the age of 17. In the border towns outside the Great Wall, it is not easy to get some fresh fruits and vegetables, let alone snacks.

So, where would she know what that sweet-scented osmanthus was?
It would be nice to be able to make white sugar and sweet-scented osmanthus.

Mu Xici didn't care much, lazily closed his eyebrows and leaned back: "If it tastes bad, you can throw it away."

"Anyway, I really don't have much talent for cooking. Dogs won't eat anything I make. If you can't swallow it, I won't force it."

Dogs don't eat what they make.

The boy who was just about to pour out the bowl of milk cake was taken aback for a moment. He held the bowl and looked back at the little girl seriously. He saw that her long eyelashes were half drooping, her small body was nestled in the chair, and she couldn't feel it. Out of sorrow and joy, I suddenly felt a blockage in my heart.

The little national teacher can actually say such words.

She can say such a thing, thinking that in the past, no one really wanted to eat what he made.

Mo Junli pursed his lips, lowered his head and quietly looked at the bowl of dim sum in his hand, in fact it wasn't that bad, it was just a little bit sweeter.

If he drank more water, he should be able to relieve the sweetness, right?
Besides, he could scrape off some of the top layer.

Yes, it can be scraped off a little so it won't be too shabby.

The young man suddenly figured it out, and then resolutely picked up the small spoon beside the teacup, and under the surprised gaze of the little girl, swallowed the bowl of milk cake into his stomach one bite at a time.

"It's... not bad." Mo Junli grinned, and then his face changed drastically, and his whole face almost twisted into a ball.

He hastily pulled the teapot on the table, cup after cup of tea, and poured down two large pots of clear tea without caring about the temperature or temperature, the sweetness in his throat was suppressed by most of it.

"...Warrior, you actually ate them all." Mu Xici was dumbfounded, and subconsciously clapped his hands to beat, "I really wanted you to throw it away. It's true that the dog didn't even eat it. I didn't feel bad."

"Huh?" The young man clutching his neck couldn't turn around for a moment, he would be full of water, and if he opened his mouth, the water would overflow his throat.

"When I was cultivating on the mountain in my previous life, I cooked once, and my master sealed the kitchen in my courtyard with one bite. I felt that it was a pity to waste the rest, so I just poured it out to the people who often come to Guanli to rub it. A big dog that eats and drinks."

Mo Junli frowned: "Then?"

"Then the dog licked it, vomited for most of the night, and never showed up again after that." Mu Xici spread her hands, she had always been quite accurate about her abilities in this area.

... Whether what she is cooking is food or poison.

The young man wanted to cry but had no tears. If he knew this was the case, he just poured out the bowl. Why is it like this?Not to mention the water in his stomach, his throat was still sore.

"However, you've already finished eating, and I can't get it out of your stomach, can I?" The little girl smiled and held her chin, "Then go directly to the next part—"

?Is there a next link?

Mo Junli blinked, propped up his body as if listening attentively.

"Don't be nervous." Mu Xici smiled extraordinarily softly, and in the next moment, his face turned cold, "Tell me, where did you get the money to buy the tree? Is the 4000 taels I gave you last time all the trouble?"

"Heaven and earth conscience, I really haven't touched a cent of the 4000 taels you gave me." Mo Junli was frightened by her, and subconsciously straightened her body.

"You haven't moved a penny?" Mu Xici frowned, "If it's true that you haven't moved a penny, how have you survived these few days?"

This is the master who can squander 8000 taels in one afternoon. She doesn't believe that this old man can get rid of his "good habit" of prodigal so quickly.

"Well..." The boy's eyes flickered slightly. For some reason, he didn't want the little girl to know that he was tricked by He Ling's iron cock again. If she knew, she would definitely scold him.

Mo Junli's eyes flickered, the iron rooster agreed to advance the next month's money under his soft and hard paw, but asked to withhold one-tenth of the silver taels as the advance interest.

In other words, for every ten taels he spends in the past few days, the available silver will be reduced by 11 taels next month. Can't get it.

The interest rate was outrageously high, and He Ling was also very secretive, but he had no choice, he was really reluctant to spend the 4000 taels.

"Say it quickly, if you don't tell me, I'll take it as if you have defeated the 4000 taels." Mu Xici saw that he was ambiguous, and moved his fingers leisurely, as if he was about to make a trick.

Mo Junli was used to cherishing his life, seeing the little girl was about to make a move, he resolutely and simply let go, and within a few words, he completely revealed his old self.

"Ten percent interest? Good guy, what's the difference between this and Ming Qiang!" Mu Xici sneered, and the speed of making the tricks became faster and faster, "You also let him grab it."

"This...isn't there's no way." Mo Junli groaned, feeling that a catastrophe was imminent. He saw the little girl's hands clenching the tricks, and she was about to turn out a phantom, and suddenly became wise, "Wait a minute!"

Mu Xici paused slightly: "Say."

"My lord, why don't you ask me to tell you about the poetry meeting in March and the garden party in April?"

　Mo Junli: Ah Ci must be sad to say that dogs don’t eat, so I’d better eat it.

　　A Ci: No, what I said is true. The dog really doesn’t eat. Not only does it not eat, but it also vomits for a long time

　　
　
(End of this chapter)