There Will Always Be Protagonists With Delusions of Starting a Harem

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Lei Baofei left with a black face, the food did not move, the wine was completely sprinkled, and before he left, he was tempted to persuade him to be practical. An Chengjie was a bit embarrassed. He didn't understand that he just introduced the new dishes and talked about the future development plan of the restaurant. How did the other person walk away?

The shopkeeper was as scared by the sudden departure of the guests. He probed the probe outside the door and asked, "The owner, the dishes in the kitchen... do you still need to do it?"

"No need!" Some annoyed interrupted shopkeeper, he frowned and glanced at the various ingredients on the table, depressed and confused. Lei Baofei’s attitude today is really strange. The words that I said before I went there are no words. Is the ancients so moody?

I was hesitant to catch up with Ray Baofei and talk about it. I saw the store’s second-handed little bamboo basket ran in a panic and hurriedly said, “The East is not good, and the South Street is also open. The restaurant that sells hot pots at home, the price is less than half of the price of ours. We also announced the recipes and production methods! This is the hot pot bottom that they opened today."

He smelled his face and changed his face. He grabbed the bamboo basket in the second-hand use. He opened the look inside and quickly took out the letter and browsed it again. The fingers holding the stationery gradually applied hard, and the brain seemed to be smashed by a hammer. I don’t know what I’m thinking, I’m instinctively asking, “Where is that store? What is it? Who opened it?”

"In the middle of the South Street, called Kawagoe, I have not heard of who the boss is. The people who manage things are very unfamiliar, and I don’t know the origins." The shopkeeper said everything he heard, and seeing An Chengjie is also a bad idea. Look, my heart is more and more flustered, "Dongjia, what should we do now?" The restaurant is about to open, and the signature dishes have been used by others. How can this be good?

Kawagoe, crossing... An Chengjie shakes his hands and almost can't hold the small basket in his hand. His heart sinks heavily. There is a kind of excitement that may encounter the fellows, and there is a panic that will be taken away as an advantage. Hot pot, Kawagoe... Is this name a coincidence or a suggestion from the other party?

Ye Zhizhou returned to the town government with Yan Mingyong, ready to eat hot pot at home. While waiting for Changshun Changfu to handle the ingredients, he sent Yan Mingyong to the small hall next to the dining room and stuffed the book with him. "Ming Yong, wait, I am going to call my brother, he is at home today. Just let him taste the fresh." By the way, wash his brain.

The smile on Yan Mingyong's face faded and his eyes sank. "Do you like your brother?"

Seeing the bear child and getting sick again, Ye Zhizhou turned his eyes helplessly, bent over and licked his face and touched his hair. "Be obedient, after I finished eating, I will show you something you haven’t played before. Now look at it. Conference book."

The face that was kissed by the face was unable to control the fever. Yan Ming’s black eyes were slightly bright, but he did not show his excitement. He still said with a face. “Let's go once, go.”

He chuckled his lover's serious face, and then he turned away and then turned away. The lover has become a little boy, and slowly develop something... great!

The ingredients were just ready, and Ye Zhizhou came back with An Chengsheng. Yan Mingyong put down the book and moved his wheelchair to the dining room outside, ignoring the sudden stop of An Chengsheng, reaching out to Ye Zhizhou. "Leer, my chest hurts."

Ye Zhizhou was fooled, and he walked over to pat him on the chest, and asked anxiously, "What about pills? Didn't you say that you have a chest pain?" The body of the lover is too weak, and the pills given by the system are quick-acting. He didn't dare to feed directly. He diluted the warm-up pills and mixed the cakes into small pills to make him eat when he was uncomfortable.

"In Dean's hand, I forgot to take it." Yan Mingyong enjoyed his concern very much. He took Dean's eyes and said nothing. After reading it, he looked at An Chengsheng and hooked his lips. "Just a little A little uncomfortable, nothing, eat first, don't let the big brother wait a long time."

An Chengsheng was clenched by his provocative eyes and listened to him actually calling his brother to call his big brother. His heart was really sour and sour, but he still remembered the identity of the other person and tabooed the other person’s hand. After a good psychological construction, I bowed my hand and did not want to be a cold greeting. "I didn't expect the Eighth Emperor's Highness to be there. The younger brother's temper is jumping, which makes you bother."

Yan Mingyong smiled back and did not see the madness when he met last time. His extravagance was wide and harmonious. "Let is good, you have a good brother."

An Chengsheng also laughed, and the smile did not laugh. "The many brothers of His Royal Highness are also very good."

It’s awkward, and there seems to be an invisible spark between the two.

Seeing them like Ye Zhizhou, I still can’t see that Yan Mingyong’s body is uncomfortable. I rolled my eyes and pulled back my hand. I took the lead to the table and fished chopsticks. “You talk slowly, I am very hungry. I will not accompany you."

The two men who used their eyes to fight saw him angry, and he was busy retracting his eyes and feeling honest. Yan Mingyong quickly occupied the position around Ye Zhizhou and pulled his sleeve. "How do you eat this?"

Ye Zhizhou squinted at him, sneer, now knows how to pretend, just how to pretend to be sick?

An Chengsheng took a slow step and could only sit opposite the younger brother, pick up the chopsticks, and euphemistically start to marry his younger brother. "It’s fun to watch this food. Lele can always find something new, good."

"It's good." Ye Zhizhou did not eat this flattering, tearing down the sleeves and Yan Mingyong's hand touched the temperature. Seeing that it was not too cold, he put the chopsticks in his hand and got up and took the dish and the cool road. "I stumbled upon a collection of ancient books, and I wanted to give it to my eldest brother. It seems that it is not necessary now."

Poetry collection? Or ancient? An Chengsheng, who loves poetry into a madness, catches the key moment and puts down a chopstick. It’s just like a brother, just for the brother’s fault, please be sure to lend it to your brother.

A small sample, you know that you have to hook. In his heart, he laughed twice, and he got up and walked to the cloth bag he was carrying with him. He took out the mixed version of "Three Tang Poems of Tang Poetry" and "Selected Songs of Songs", and stuffed it into An Chengsheng's arms. "That ancient book is too old, not suitable for reading, I copied a copy, you take it."

When An Chengsheng was awarded the treasure, he held the poetry in his hand. He didn't care about his dog's brush-climbing words. He didn't eat the rice, and immediately read it.

Yan Mingyong saw the chopsticks silently, watching Ye Zhizhou not talking.

When Ye Zhizhou saw him, he knew that he was going to be ill again. He took the chopsticks and put them back in his hands. He said, "A collection of poems, you want me to copy it again, or you want other gifts. In short, what do you want, I will give you something, eat fast, eat, you are not good, you should eat well."

"What do you want me to give me?" Yan Mingyong took chopsticks and confirmed it carefully.

Ye Zhizhou, who was paying attention to the system prompts, nodded and helped him to pick up the vegetables from the clear soup pot. Yan Mingyong looked at him seriously and bowed his head. The free hand sneaked around and grabbed a corner of Ye Zhizhou and smiled. The only thing he wants is this one.

The system prompts constantly popping up, Ye Zhizhou is eating hot pot, and my heart is beautiful! An Chengsheng’s feelings towards An Chengjie are more like a fan’s crazy pursuit and obsession with idols. Now An Chengjie’s show of “talent” in front of An Chengsheng is gone, as An Chengle’s presence in their emotional assists. It has become a self, and these two people want to happen again, it is difficult!

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After the hot pot was finished, An Chengsheng’s poetry collection was over. Ye Zhizhou satisfactorily turned off the light screen and found a box of poker from the space. He smiled at the elegant Yan Mingyong and Wen Yajun’s An Chengsheng. After eating, let's fight the landlord!" From today, as long as An Chengjie took the man's work, he must do it first, so that the other party can be ruthless!

In the middle of the night, Yan Mingyong woke up in Ye Zhizhou's arms, and looked straight at him for a while and then got up. He took a *bead from the bed and smashed it under his nose, confirming that he was completely sleepy and stepping. Get out of bed and pull a string on the side of the bed. After a while, Dean gently pushed the door in and stood silently in front of the bed.

"Is people caught?"

Dean stepped forward to help him dress quickly and whispered back. "Catch it, it has all closed to the dark."

Yan Mingyong gripped the most powerful hands of the recent, and his lips showed a slightly gloomy smile. "Very good, this palace is too dirty, it is time to clean it up." Then he looked back and looked at the quilt and fell asleep. The red fluttering Ye Zhizhou, a flash of light in his eyes, "I have to let the music live comfortably."

An Chengjie began to close the door after the restaurant collapsed. The young servants who waited for him to see the Lei family did not come to him again. The usual lavish rewards were gone, and they gradually slowed down to him. . An Chengjie is very angry about this, but he can't help it.

In the past few days, he hid in the room and looked at the dish in the bamboo basket. He hesitated and hesitated. All the possibilities were listed all over the place, but he could not make up his mind to find the possible fellow. Nowadays, he has gradually adapted to the ancient life, and he has a general plan for his future life. The sudden appearance of the other party makes him feel bitter and disgusted, and the instinct is against it.

Xiao Yan’s big column saw him not thinking about it for two days. He thought that he was in a bad mood when he was troubled by business. He suggested, “After three days, there is a literary meeting held by Yingtian Academy under the Yuanyuan Temple outside the city. Why don’t the son go? Walk away from the heart? I heard that this article will even go to the Great Confucianism will go, with the son of the literary talent, will be able to get a big Confucian eye!"

When is the DPRK? An Chengjie’s heart was slightly moved, and the troubled mind was slightly calm. Also, it’s useless to guess the door like this. Since making money doesn’t work, what about making a name? Imagine the pursuit of various poetry conferences, and then think about the disdain for the people in the town government and the shackles of Lei Baofei, and suddenly a strong spirit rose. What about the scorpion, he will definitely be better than those scorpions! It’s not a matter of Lei Baofei’s backing. It’s up to the advanced knowledge in his mind that the nobles will line up in the future to ask him to rely on him!

The expression gradually became firm, and his eyes were placed on the small bamboo basket on the table, and his eyes grew deeper.

This Kawagoe restaurant is best just a coincidence. If it is not... a lucky passer like yourself, there is only one need in this world.