Rebirth King of Pit Climbing

"Zhongming Dingshi? What does it mean?" Yang Ling has a tendency to evolve into a curious baby. There is no way. In ancient times, if you don't understand other people's lifestyles, losing face is a small matter, but not having money is a big deal.

"You're a fool and you still don't admit it. When I say bells ring for food, I mean that in the past, wealthy families would use such utensils to cook food, and they would ring bells to remind everyone to come and eat. Now, it's a status symbol."

"Sure enough, the big dog family has many rules, and they have to be restrained even to eat." Yang Ling said with deep contempt.

"Boy, are you going to give me something to eat? I'm telling you, I'm a very picky person, so don't bring out ordinary things to fool me, otherwise I'll get angry and cook you."

"That's perfect. I make ordinary things. Otherwise, we won't make them, so you don't cook me and my future wife will become a widow before we get married."

"Stop talking nonsense and do it for me quickly!" the old man ordered.

"You brat, that oil is high-quality mutton fat. A fourth-grade official's family can only get a little of it every month. You should put less in it."

"There's no oil in the vegetables, so it's better to feed them to the dogs."

"Hey, what are you doing? You just roast the pork, why are you picking out the bones? Sugar, oh, that sugar comes from Jiaozhou, and the output is very small, so you can use it as much as you like."

"Ah, you don't eat pork, that's great. I can eat my sweet and sour pork ribs by myself."

"What a beautiful thought. Other officials say that pork is for the lower classes, but I don't care! Oh, how can you steal my wine? Oh, you loser, how can you just pour such a good wine into the food?"

"What a damn good wine. I'll give you two bottles of good wine another day. One tael a bottle. If you drink well, I'll buy it. I'll sell it to you for nine hundred and ninety-nine cents a bottle. It's only ninety-nine cents! It's a penny cheaper for you.

, I won’t give it to ordinary people.”

…

From time to time, the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen, accompanied by the bickering between the old and the young, floated outside the kitchen. The servants were walking around pitifully, either without leaving or not.

"It smells so good!" Someone suddenly swallowed.

"It smells really good!" There was a burst of agreement.

"Boy, let me ask you," the old man said with a sip of wine: "Are you good at playing chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"Yes, why not? I can definitely appreciate others. As for whether you will appreciate me, I can't guarantee."

"Boy, let me ask you again, do you have a heart that cares about the country and the people?"

"You're asking this question. I worry about the country and the people all the time. I even worry about going abroad. But my worries cost money. It's best to buy them away."

"Okay, let me ask you finally, can you fly? Although I know this question is very unreliable, you still have to answer it."

"You know, but you still ask? The one that can fly is a birdman. I don't want to land on my face. Oh, give me the salt, it's on your left."

"It's obviously on my right hand side."

"Okay, I think it's my left hand here. If you keep worrying about it like this, you'll get old quickly."

There was a lot of noise in the kitchen, but suddenly it became quiet outside, and the servants all leaned over and saluted: "Hello, Madam!"

Like a proud rooster, Mrs. Kong walked through the crowd with her head held high, and when she arrived at the door of the kitchen, she thought about it and felt something was wrong, so she quickly put on a smiling face. Before entering the kitchen, laughter spread into the kitchen: "Dad,

Why did you want to come and play in the kitchen?"

Yang Ling turned around and saw Mrs. Kong walking through the door with a smile like a chrysanthemum. Yang Ling looked at the old man's joking and slightly twisted face, and blurted out: "Dad?"

"Shut up! Did you call me daddy too?" the father and daughter scolded at the same time.

"Nonsense, my father died a long time ago." Yang Ling was obviously unhappy. He was taken advantage of by others and was scolded by others. If I don't regain some ground, how can I survive in the future?

Yang Ling looked at the old man and then at Mrs. Kong. How could they be father and daughter? The famous former prime minister was pestering him like a scoundrel. Then he thought about Mrs. Kong's cruelty towards him. They all said that like father, like daughter.

The old man is hiding very deep. Stay away from him in the future. The old man is in danger, so be careful when contacting him! This was Yang Ling's secret warning to himself.

"How about it, kid, I'm afraid, how dare you call me an old man?" The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, and it was indeed a fox-like look in his eyes.

Hearing this, Mrs. Kong became furious and said: "What little Lingzi, how dare you be so rude? If you are so disrespectful to the elders, this marriage cannot be concluded. You can break off the engagement yourself, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." Mrs. Kong

Now my mind is filled with the matter of breaking off the engagement. It would be a fool not to use such a good excuse.

"Don't be like this, brat, why don't you call grandpa to listen?" the old man said with a smile and waved his hand to stop Mrs. Kong who was about to run away.

"Dad? Grandpa, if outsiders find out, he still thinks that no one in our Yingxue family is rushing to marry this idiot!"

"Are you really the former Prime Minister?" Yang Ling still didn't believe that the old man in front of him, who was not upright, was actually the father-in-law of a cheap father-in-law. The former Prime Minister, no wonder the old man is so crazy, he really has crazy capital.

"It's guaranteed to be replaced if it's fake!" the old man said proudly.

"Isn't your name Shen San?" Yang Ling asked next.

"My surname is Shen, and I am the third oldest child, so they all call me Shen San. Did I lie to you?"

"Sure enough!" Yang Ling said proudly.

"Sure enough?"

"Sure enough, it's a fake name!" Yang Ling said as if I had known it for a long time.

"Ah, my daughter," the old man decided to ignore Yang Ling, turned around and smiled at Mrs. Kong: "Look, you have become so thin after working day and night for the Kong family. Let's make up for it with a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.

"After the old man finished speaking, he personally took a piece of ribs and put it into Mrs. Kong's mouth. He looked like a very good father.

Even though he looked like this, he was still thin. Yang Ling secretly pouted. When his cheap father-in-law worked at night, he must have produced twice as much as other men.

"Thank you, Dad! It's so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious meat. What kind of meat is this?" Mrs. Kong asked, spitting out a piece of bone.

"Pork!" the old man said concisely and put a chopstick into his mouth.

"Dad, you actually gave me human food?" Mrs. Kong stamped her feet.

"Okay, this belongs to your father and me."

"Who said I won't eat?" After Mrs. Kong said this, she used a trick of a hungry tiger to pounce on the food. In an instant, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and the thunder made the Yang Ling burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, like a fried chicken fresh out of the oven.

"I seem to have done this. Could you please leave a piece for me?" Yang Ling swallowed and said.

"Let's play!" The father and daughter said fiercely to Yang Ling again in unison.

I'm not a chef, I'm not a chef, Yang Ling howled in her heart with grief and anger.

————————————The dividing line of all evil————————————————

Kong Xingxue did not drag his tired steps back to the study until very late. His old gay friend and confidant Han Fu immediately brought hot tea and hot water to Kong Xingxue to wash and relax.

"Is everything peaceful at home today?" Kong Xingxue wiped his face, put down the towel, and then asked.

"It's not very peaceful." Han Fu thought about it carefully, and in order not to irritate his master's fragile heart, he decided to compromise.

"Oh, that's not too bad." Kong Xingxue picked up the tea bowl lightly and took a sip of hot tea.

"Madam beat Master Yang." Han Fu continued without raising his head.

"What?" Hearing this, Kong Xingxue sprayed a mouthful of hot tea on Han Fu's face.

Han Fu calmly wiped the ginger slices and tea leaves from his mouth and said, "Old Prime Minister is here!"

"What? My father-in-law is here? Why don't you lead me to see my father-in-law quickly!" Kong Xingxue stood up immediately after hearing this.

"Old Xiangguo is gone again!" Han Fu continued calmly.

"Han Fu!" Kong Xingxue felt his heart beating a little faster.

"Master, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Can you finish what you said in one breath? I'm too old, sir."

"Well, today the old Xiangguo came early in the morning and drank and grilled fish with Young Master Yang. Later, the wife beat Young Master Yang thirty times and then beat him thirty times. Then Old Xiangguo asked Young Master Yang to go to the kitchen to make lunch and dinner.

After dinner, Old Xiangguo left. Master Yang went back to the wing to rest, and Madam was waiting in the backyard for Master to return." Han Fu finished the story of what happened today in one breath, without even a single punctuation mark.

"You said this earlier, don't I understand? Is my nephew seriously injured? No lives were lost?" Kong Xingxue asked.

"Fortunately, except for a few bruises, Young Master Yang didn't suffer any serious injuries. A beating will make him healthier. I think Madam is doing it for Young Master Yang's benefit. I see that Young Master Yang is very active all day long."

"Han Fu, I'm hungry, can you give me a midnight snack?"

"Master Yang made dumplings for dinner today. Madam specially left a lot for me. I will go to the kitchen and tell them to bring them down for me."

"Han Fu!" Kong Xingxue shouted.

"Do you have any other instructions, sir?" Han Fu heard this and looked at Kong Xing Xuedao.

"Bring more vinegar."

"This, I'm afraid, may be a bit difficult. Madam has eaten all the vinegar in the kitchen today. I don't have time to buy it later. I'm afraid I have to wait until tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, you go."

After a while, Han Fu came back with a bowl of steaming dumplings.

"Master, please use it slowly!" Han Fu bowed.

"Han Fu, why is the square inkstone on my desk missing? I've been looking for it for a long time and can't find it. Didn't I tell you earlier? No matter how much you clean it up, you can't move the square inkstone. Quick, take it out and give it to me."

"Master may never see that Fang Yan again."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because that Fang Yan was smashed by Madam."

Hearing this, Kong Xingxue fell silent, and had to focus on his late night snack. He took the first bite, and his face was filled with excitement.

Han Fuqi said: "I know that I feel sorry for that Fang Inkstone, but there is no need to burst into tears like this?"

"No, I just think the dumplings taste very familiar, just like those made by Wanniang. I haven't eaten them in a long time."

"Master, please don't say this in front of Madam. Today, Master Yang only said that Madam looked like Madam Yang, and Madam smashed eleven tea bowls, two pairs of vases and the Master's square inkstone.

"

"Why is it like this, why is it like this," Kong Xingxue lamented: "Madam, she... how does she look like Wanniang!"