(BL) Almighty Strategy Game [quick wear] BOOK 2

Chapter 195

When Jiang's father mentioned "rebirth parents" last time, Xuan Qing felt that his generation had been raised by one generation. This would be regarded by Jiang Li as Jiang Nuomi's "grandfather", which made him feel like a master who has become a master since he was a child. , but Jiang glutinous rice also called out to him very cooperatively.

Looking at the two Qi Qi looking at his face, the blue veins on Xuan Qing's forehead jumped slightly: "...Don't scream."

Jiang Li caught the subtle changes in his eyes, leaned forward, and asked knowingly, "What's the matter with you, little master? Don't you like Jiang Nuomi to call you grandpa?"

He got close, and his breath was almost hitting the tip of Xuan Qing's nose. Xuan Qing felt the omen of another change in his heartbeat, so he reached out and pushed his face away in time: "Don't It 's so close."

Jiang Li felt that he was speaking a little faster than before, and smiled at his sensitive reaction, no longer teasing him, and lowered his head to help Jiang Nuomi take a bath.

Ginger glutinous rice is small and a little thin. I don't know if it was not well fed when I was with the hawker before. After getting wet, it was only a little bit bigger like a chicken. Poorly, he used his front two paws to scratch Jiang Li's hand, fearing that he would put himself in the water.

"Ginger glutinous rice is still afraid of water." The system said.

"Yeah." Jiang Li complained, "Usually it looks horizontal, but when I see water, I will be cowardly to death."

Xuan Qing noticed Jiang Nuomi's thin body, her eyebrows narrowed, and her tone was a little dissatisfied: "Why so small?"

Jiang Li also When he found out, he gently bathed Jiang Nuomi while saying, "Probably to save food, just feed half full."

Jiang Nuomi let out a low cry and licked Jiang Li's wrist.

Seeing this, Xuan Qing said, "It likes you very much."

He used a declarative sentence. When Jiang Li heard the words, he paused for a moment, then raised his head and smiled at him: "The same is true for you."

No matter which world they are in, Jiang Nuomi has the same feelings towards them even if the way of expressing them is different.

After taking a bath for the little guy, Jiang Li wrapped it in a clean cotton cloth, wiped the water droplets on its hair, and then hugged it and sat beside the small stove, and helped it comb the hair on its body. Let it dry faster.

After Xuan Qing emptied the water in the wooden basin, he cleaned his hands and returned to the living room.

Jiang's house is some distance away from the market. It's not as lively as the market after nightfall. Apart from the vague sounds from the market, there are only some intermittent crickets. It's not noisy, but it's more pleasant to listen to.

In the living room, Jiang Li was sitting around the fireplace, with a white hairball lying on his legs. The dim light from the oil lamp was printed on his side face, setting off the simple smile on his lips very gently.

This picture has a feeling of good times and quiet, making Xuan Qing stop walking across the threshold, his eyes fall on him, and there is a vague awareness of this situation in his mind, as if he has seen it before.

He stopped to think for a while, and then stopped when he couldn't remember. He walked in and sat down beside Jiang Li. He looked down at Jiang Nuomi on his lap, and found that the little guy was almost falling asleep after being touched by him.

"Need a place to sleep for it?" Xuan Qing asked.

"No need." Jiang Li lightly touched Jiang glutinous rice and said casually, "It will just sleep with me."

"Sleep with you?"

Jiang Li was a little surprised when he heard his words, stopped and looked up at him: " Is there anything strange? If you want to sleep with me, I can."

"..."

Xuan Qing's mind couldn't help but think of two people lying on the same bed. Jiang Li likes to move so much, if they sleep together, He might still be holding himself...

Thinking of this, Xuan Qing's ears were a little hot, he moved his body unnaturally, and spit out two words: "No need."

Jiang Li gave a "tsk", looked at him with some dissatisfaction, and said, "You still dislike it, don't you? Let me tell you, my bed can't be used by anyone, you can't fall in love with the bed now, in the future. You can't climb up the bed of Jiang Li."

Xuan Qing: "..."

Xuan Qing thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of how he would climb up Jiang Li's bed, since he can remember, he has never shared a bed with anyone, so He shook his head simply: "Impossible."

Jiang Li didn't take his words to heart. The reason why the little bald donkey was so firm was because he didn't understand love and didn't know it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Now that the favorability level has reached 58%, as long as he is a little more thoughtful, he can immediately light up the "primary liking" achievement. In time, the little monk is afraid that he will swallow what he said.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xin was very happy, and looked at Xuan Qing with a deep meaning, looking at him inexplicably.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Xuan Qing asked inexplicably, "But there is something on my face?"

"That's not true." Jiang Li said, "I just think you look good, just look at it casually, the little master doesn't need to care."

Xuan Qing: " "..." I always felt something was wrong.

The two sat by the fire and chatted one after another. After Jiang Nuomi's hair was finished drying, Xuan Qing got up and left.

He stopped at the door, looked back, and saw that Jiang Li did not enter the room, but stood there, watching him leave, and when he saw him looking back, he smiled at him again, and said, "Good night, little one. Master."

Xuan Qing looked at him and asked, "What does good night mean?"

"It's a local dialect." In the previous world, Xiao Qiheng also asked the same question, Jiang Li explained with ease, "I just hope you Have a good night's sleep and have a good dream ."

- I hope you have a good night's sleep and a good dream.

Xuan Qing was slightly startled, and looked at him fixedly.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Li asked.

Xuan Qing returned to her senses, shook her head, and was a little puzzled: "I always feel that this sentence seems familiar."

His words also seemed familiar, and Lu Jinghe also said that Jiang Li was no longer surprised and in no hurry after gaining experience. He explained to him, but said, "The little master probably heard it somewhere, it's just a very common dialect, it's not surprising."

"Maybe." Xuan Qing couldn't remember where he heard it, and nodded the same back. He said "good night" before stepping over the threshold and slowly out of the yard.

Jiang Li watched his back come out of the yard, and then returned to the house with Jiang glutinous rice in his arms.

The next day, Jiang Li started to renovate the inn. After confirming that the inn was to be renovated, the inn began to suspend business. He also wrote a "suspended business" sign and put it at the door, and then went to the second floor to get a general understanding of the room type. Draw a simple house layout and start designing a renovation plan.

There is no pencil in this world, and the brush is not easy to use, so he had to use small charcoal instead.

In fact, the transformation is not difficult. There are four rooms on the left and right sides of the room on the second floor, and the room on one side is changed into a private room. You only need to change the furnishings in the house a little. It is a semi-open lounge, and each table is separated by a screen.

Jiang's father found the reconstruction workers, and after Jiang Li showed them the drawings, the project began.

In order not to affect the rest of the surrounding people, the renovation was only carried out during the day. During the renovation, Jiang Li did not have time to rest. He began to teach Uncle Cai how to cook some dishes.

The restaurant's specialty, Jiang Li, plans to cook Cantonese and Hunan dishes. Of course, there will also be some other dishes from all over the world. When the restaurant's business is established, he will definitely need to recruit more people.

The elegant room needs to put some calligraphy. This Jiang Li is good at it. He only needs to write it well and let it be framed.

Seeing the renovation of the Jiangjia Inn, acquaintances from the neighbors came to ask what happened. Some people thought that the inn couldn't go on, so they sold it out.

Jiang's father told everyone that his inn was going to be turned into a restaurant, and said with a smile: "When it opens, we need more support from the neighbors!"

"Naturally!"

Everyone responded with a smile, but when the There will definitely not be too many people who really come to cheer at the time. First, everyone is from here, and most of them eat at home. Second, although Jiang's father is a kind and helpful person, the Jiang's Inn has been open for so long, everyone. We all know that the food in the inn is really average.

Since Jiang Li came back, Lu Xianxian has come to the inn to report every day, sticking to Jiang Li's side and spinning around. When Jiang Li was busy, she went to help, and when Jiang Li was free, she pestered Jiang Li. Tell her stories, unless the family shop is too busy to call her back, or she is almost half of the inn.

This day, as usual, she strolled to the inn again. Not only people came, but also brought a lot of cakes and lotus seed soup. As soon as she entered the house, she called out with a sweet smile: "Uncle Jiang, brother Jiang Li, Master Xuanqing, Let's see what delicious food I brought you!"

When Jiang Li was away, Lu Xianxian also often came to visit Jiang's father, so Jiang's father also loved her more, and said with a smile: "Little girl is tossing your mother again. Right? It's enough for someone to come and play, and what else to bring."

"I didn't toss, it was my mother who did it herself." She answered playfully, taking out all the food in the food box, hearing There was also the sound of workers remodeling the floor upstairs, so he asked Jiang Li, who came over: "Brother Jiang Li, when will the upstairs be completed?"

"It will take a few days." Jiang Li replied, turning his head to look. To Xuan Qing, who was standing still, "Little Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xuan Qing said, "Nothing."

"Master Xuan Qing, come and eat!" Lu Xianxian waved to him.

Xuan Qing was about to say that she was not hungry when she heard her say to Jiang Li, "Brother Jiang Li, what story are you telling today?"

Once Jiang Li told Lu Xianxian a story, it would take a while. Xuan Qing was not very happy to see Lu Xianxian occupy Jiang Li, swallowed the word "not hungry", walked over and walked over. Jiang Li sat beside him.

Away, Father Jiang also made tea and came to sit down.

There are four people at a table, Xuan Qing and Lu Xianxian are on the left and right of Jiang Li, and Jiang's father is sitting opposite. These days, he occasionally told Lu Xianxian a little story, but he didn't expect this girl to be addicted to listening to it, and now she brought her own cakes and tea to listen to it, which was a little funny.

So he thought for a while and said, "Well, today we talked about borrowing arrows from grass boats..."

"Stop it!" Lu Xianxian interrupted him, a little unhappy, "Brother Jiang Li, can you change it? The boat borrows arrows, this is a story of fighting, don't keep talking about it, change it."

Jiang Li was indulgent to her, looking at her with a smile: "Then what are you talking about?"

Lu Xianxian: "Anyway, don't. It's okay to talk about fighting and killing."

It's normal for girls not to listen to these things, Jiang Li thought for a while, and planned to tell him a story about "Tang Bohu points Qiuxiang", but his mouth suddenly changed his attention and turned his head to look. Xuan Qing, who was drinking tea by the side, glanced.

Aware of his sight, Xuan Qing held the teacup's hand for a while, and saw that he bent his eyes towards him, with a wicked smile in his eyes.

Xuan Qing: "?"

Before Xuan Qing could tell the reason for the smile in his eyes, Jiang Li withdrew his gaze and took a sip of tea.

Xuan Qing was inexplicably relieved, and when he saw him looking at himself again, he said meaningfully: "Let me tell a story about a great Tang saint who learned from the West and passed through the daughter's country."

Xuan Qing: "??"

Tell stories, just tell stories, look at me for what?