Spring is coming

Chapter 44

The two of them arrived at Bo Qingshan's residence together.

"This this."

Bo Yiqing looked at the table full of red faces and was dumbfounded.

"How is it!" Bo Qingshan was in a good mood. He cast an approving look at Mo Jingchun and said loudly: "Uncle Er Tang, this is a dish specially made by my cook to welcome guests from afar. It is spicy, spicy and crispy. , Nephew, I think you will like it!"

Bo Yiqing felt that his throat was starting to feel hot. It was burning hotter than the stove in the kitchen. He was wrong. He was the second master of the Bo family. How could he know what the stove looked like?

He remained calm and said tentatively: "My nephew, your second cousin, I never eat spicy food." You don't remember, right?

He suspected that Bo Qingshan was deliberately making things difficult for him, and countless names flashed through his mind, wondering who had betrayed him.

"Ah?!" Bo Qingshan was shocked and at a loss, "How could this happen? How could I forget it!"

His eye circles immediately turned red, and he hugged Bo Yiqing and started to cry bitterly: "Second cousin, my nephew didn't mean it! Damn me, I forgot that you don't eat chili! My nephew actually asked the cook to get up and leave early in the morning. I walked twenty miles on the mountain road to the town to buy these vegetables and came back. After working in the kitchen for a whole day, my nephew never thought that you don't eat spicy food."

Mo Jingchun, who Bo Qingshan said had "walked twenty miles of mountain road", was dumbfounded.

Sometimes he cried bitterly and hugged Bo Yiqing tightly; sometimes he beat his chest and feet and cried all over the place; sometimes he burst into rage and yelled at Hang Sheng who was standing in the room: "Damn you, how could you not remind me that my second uncle can't eat spicy food!"

Hang Sheng also had a look of regret: "Second Master, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been busy taking care of the house just because there are no other servants. I forgot to remind you!"

Bo Yiqing's whole temple was throbbing. How could he dare to say a word in this scene?

For a moment, he felt that he should be the one to die.

I once again thought that his nephew was getting more and more cunning.
"Okay!" Bo Yiqing shouted to stop, and Mo Jingchun, who had enjoyed the performance for a while, was stunned and turned their heads to wait for what he was going to say next.

"Okay. My dear nephew, it's okay."

He paused for a long time before struggling to squeeze out these words: "Uncle, I can eat it!"

He immediately became happy when he saw his nephew's expression, and became even more convinced that the other party did it on purpose.

Show him this scene and force him to talk about it himself.

Bo Qingshan stopped pretending, immediately beamed, and stabbed Bo Yiqing in the heart: "Second uncle is still the most caring nephew!"

"Hehehe"

Bo Yiqingxu sweated, and suddenly the little girl looking at Bu Cai looked familiar.

"Is this someone hired by the village or someone brought from Jingzhou? It always looks familiar to me."

He was curious and asked Mo Jingchun to look up.

"Uncle Er Tang, this little girl is from Mojia Village. How come you have seen her before?"

Bo Qingshan stood in front of Mo Jingchun calmly, no matter what medicine Bo Yiqing sold in his gourd.

"Is your ancestral home from Mojia Village?" Bo Yiqing asked again.

"Ah."

Mo Jingchun didn't want to talk to him too much, so he immediately stood far away from him.

"Okay, Uncle Er Tang, don't think about it. You have never been to Mojia Village, how could you have seen it? Come and eat."

When Bo Qingshan saw him staring at Mo Jingchun, he felt very unhappy and directly gave him a chopstick of chili.Bo Yiqing spent a long time mentally building up, and finally finished the meal with a table full of chili peppers.

Hang Sheng counted them carefully in his mind: boiled fish fillet, spicy chicken, bean curd tenderloin, saliva chicken, mapo tofu... Each item was filled with enough chili pepper and Sichuan peppercorns to make it spicy!
Bo Yiqing's face was now red and swollen. He felt as if he could spit out fire when he opened his mouth. Seven bowls of tea in a row did not relieve the spicy feeling at all.

He kept wiping the sweat on his face with his sleeves. The airs that he used to carry as the second master of the Bo family were gone. He breathed heavily: "My dear nephew, Siha Mojia Village. Siha is always hissing."

"Is this how you eat?"

Does anyone really eat like this?

Bo Yiqing felt very regretful. Regardless of whether it was true or not, he would never come again.

On the other hand, Bo Qingshan was not much better. There was a burning sensation in his chest, but it was not obvious on his face and he looked normal.

Hearing Bo Yiqing's question, he still pretended to be fine and said, "Yes, my second cousin, my cousin's favorite is this vegetable soup mixed with rice. Do you want to try it too?"

After saying that, without waiting for Bo Yiqing to refuse, he took the initiative to spoon a spoonful of the spicy tofu curd tenderloin soup and pour it on Bo Yiqing's rice.

!!!

The tofu pudding is tender and smooth, and the tenderloin is also tender and smooth. Bo Yiqing's eyes are about to burst: "Thank you, my dear nephew."

The word "thank you" almost came out through gritted teeth, and Bo Qingshan felt very comfortable.

After dinner, Bo Yiqing walked dozens of times around Bo's house, and then he lay down by the well without any scruples and drank a ladle of refreshing cold water to relieve the heat. He couldn't say any more words and went directly to Bo Qingshan for him. I slept in the small courtyard prepared.

After Bo Yiqing was gone, Mo Jingchun had been secretly looking at Bo Qingshan with an inexplicable look on his face, with a complicated look on his face.

"What are you doing just looking there?" Bo Qingshan said, his gentle voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness: "Hurry up and get a bowl of cold water for your brother Bo, Jingchun girl, you almost killed me too. "

He had just managed to stay calm in front of Bo Yiqing, but now he could no longer pretend. He was supporting the corner of the table with one hand and rubbing his stomach painfully with the other.

"Brother Bo, are you okay?" Seeing him like this, Mo Jingchun quickly put away his expression of just watching a show and ran to get him some water.

"Why is it warm water? I..."

"You can't drink cold drinks!" Mo Jingchun glared at him, "You know how to drink cold drinks. You have to go to the latrine several times at night."

"." Bo Qingshan directly picked up the tea cup and poured it into his mouth, his throat rolled, and he drank two large bowls before stopping slightly: "Okay, you did a good job."

Mo Jingchun's expression was very intriguing: "Brother Bo, today I have seen what a true scoundrel is."

It was clearly his own deliberate mischief, knowing that the other party couldn't eat spicy food but wanted to prepare a table of spicy food, yet he could still say that.

Bo Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled: "If he wants to be a hypocrite, then I will act like a real villain for once. Seeing that he is feeling aggrieved and can't say anything, how long can I keep pretending?"

"Sir, you are really like this." Hang Sheng gave him a thumbs up and said in admiration, "Miss Jingchun made me sneeze when I smelled this dish. You actually ate so much. Even the second master will probably order it again this time." Pretending to be aggrieved."

"Do I care about him?" Bo Qingshan was very impatient, "It's best to make them all afraid and no one will come next time."

"Brother Bo, I'm going back first."

Mo Jingchun listened silently for a while, feeling that this was not something he could listen to, and his thoughts slipped away.

Bo Qingshan glanced at the sky outside. It was completely dark. He adjusted the folds of his clothes and said, "Don't worry, it's completely dark. I'll light up a lamp to see you off."

(End of this chapter)