The Space-Time Boss: 1970s Revolution

Chapter 180: Your Highness...

For the second time, Fu Xiao urged Mu Lianshen to return to the capital. Finally, he bought a train ticket for the journey home.

Yes, he decided to take the train.

After all, a moderate snow had fallen, and the roads were icy.

The distance was not short, and with the guards on leave, driving alone would indeed be unsafe.

A week had passed since the Winter Solstice.

On the day before his departure for the capital, Mu Lianshen decided to take advantage of his time to buy more supplies in the county town.

So, on the day before heading back to the capital, he brought a few people to the county town.

They bought many items at the department store and also used his special ticket to purchase a good amount of cigarettes and alcohol.

At noon, after loading the goods into the car, they went to Uncle Zhao's private kitchen for a meal.

In the private dining room, Mu Lianshen picked up a piece of fish and served it to Fu Xiao with a smile, "The dishes here are quite good. Eat more."

Fu Hong, who was devouring his food, swallowed and explained softly, "According to Uncle San, Uncle Zhao's ancestors were imperial chefs."

"Not sure if it's true..."

Fu Xiao looked up and said softly, "Whether it's true or not, we shouldn't talk about it outside. If it causes trouble, we won't have such good food to eat anymore."

"I'm not stupid," Fu Hong continued to serve soup to himself and also to Fu Yu, who was sitting next to him.

Fu Yu tasted a sip and had a noticeable reaction, promptly spitting it out and taking a sip of water.

Fu Hong's eyes flashed, and he exaggeratedly shouted, "Could it be... poisoned?..."

Fu Xiao rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Fu Sui chuckled, "Xiao Yu doesn't eat ginger. This soup has ginger in it."

"I know," Fu Hong muttered in confusion, "I didn't taste any ginger, so I wanted to try it..."

He patted Fu Sui's shoulder, "Why is Xiao Yu so particular? Can't eat ginger, can't eat garlic, and can't eat this dish, and that one makes him uncomfortable..."

"Even his clothes have to be just right,"

"He's obsessed with cleanliness, washing socks every day, and even washes his hair every day."

"Last time, I farted in the bed, and his expression was as if the sky was falling. I don't believe he never farts in bed."

Fu Hong went on recounting Fu Yu's habits, holding Fu Sui's arm and whispering, "He's more particular than a princess from the palace."

Fu Xiao gave him a disapproving look.

Being particular is quite normal. So what if he doesn't like ginger?

She herself wasn't too fond of it, but it wasn't that severe.

As long as it's not directly eaten, it's fine to use it in cooking.

As for being clean, she thought Fu Yu might have a bit of a cleanliness obsession.

Because he really was excessively clean.

Fu Sui ignored him and continued eating.

After being brothers for so many years, didn't he know this?