Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

"Ok?"

A dense mist rose from the surface of the tea, and Dong Ling asked in a low voice, seeming to be smiling.

Even Ji's father stopped, and looked at Ji Jiexing with some doubts.

What is the matter that Xing Xing asked to ask Patriarch Dong?

Ji Jiexing originally planned to say it directly, but noticed his father's confused gaze, and coughed slightly.

"Father." He suddenly said in a very gentle voice, "I want to drink pear cider."

Although Father Ji's cooking skills are terrible, he is very good at bartending.And his special pear cider is more like a tonic than alcohol. Not only is it not harmful to a weak constitution like Ji Zhaixing, it also has the effect of nourishing the lungs and relieving coughs. Young master Ji would drink two glasses of it when he was young.

Ji's father didn't feel awkward when he made the request at this time. He thought about how to satisfy his son: "Dong Ling, is there someone in your small kitchen who can mix wine? I'll write down the wine recipe, and you let them... ..."

Young Master Ji leaned over again, with a cute face and slightly curled eyelashes: "I want Dad to tune it by himself."

Ji's father died in battle.

On weekdays, Ji Zhuixing is extremely docile, but rarely clingy.There are actually very few opportunities for such requests, so that he patronizes Sha Le for a while, and coughs a little awkwardly: "That, that, Dong Ling, can you lend me the bartending room?"

Patriarch Dong didn't care, and said with a smile: "The second basement is the wine cellar, please go ahead."

After looking for an excuse to send his father away, Ji Zaixing calmed down and looked at Dong Ling.

There was also some flush on his snow-white face. Although he was used to acting like a baby, it was always the first time in front of outsiders, and even his ears felt a little hot.

Ji Zhaixing said calmly: "Uncle Dong bought the painting from my father, can you sell it to me?"

The man was lowering his head to fix the cuffs of his Tang suit, and said in a low voice, "I can also learn how to make pear cider."

The voice was so low and vague that Ji Zhuixing couldn't hear it clearly. When he was surprised, Dong Ling raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "It sounds strange, but I can't get a few of my father's paintings, Young Master Ji. Why did you just fall in love with Dong Mou's hand?"

As if trying to argue with you on purpose——

Young Master Ji's dark eyes gave him a slight look, and the man's heart seemed to be on fire. It was not only a flame that would ignite at the touch of a touch, but also a raging blue sea that filled the sky.The fluctuating mood turned into the sound of a violently throbbing heart, slamming it again and again, smashing the ear sac.

Ji Zhaixing didn't notice it, and his tone became cold, and he said with the connotation that both of them knew well: "I don't think Uncle Dong doesn't want to waste energy and money. In the end, the bamboo basket fetching water will be nothing."

Those paintings were occupied by ghosts, so they were not really good things, and they were destined not to be used simply for display.Ji Zhuixing believes that the other party will not understand this kind of reasoning, so it is even more strange why Dong Ling bought those paintings.

He originally thought that Dong Ling was inseparable from the ghost in the painting, but when he came down from one side, Ji Zhaixing felt inexplicably that there was no direct connection between the person in front of him and the appearance of the ghost.

Even Dong Ling is suspicious enough.

The man smiled with inexplicable joy: "Why is it all empty?"

The sudden high interest even made Ji Zhuixing a little surprised, and he heard the man on the opposite side say: "You don't need to resell it, I can give it to you directly, anyway, that book comes from Ji's family. In exchange, the young master said How about a jiao?"

His tone was unintelligible: "Like your father."

"?"

Ji Zhaixing was stunned for a moment: "...do you want to be my father?"

Dong Ling was also stunned for a moment.

His face was red and white, so strange, he said strangely: "No, no, that's not what I meant."

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Before Father Ji returned to the dining table with the porridge, when he stepped into the room, he clearly felt the strange sense of stalemate spreading in the space.The few dishes they ordered earlier have been served, and each one is very exquisite. It can be seen that the chef's profound knife skills and exquisite thought are expended.Ji Zhaixing was drooping his eyes slightly, fiddled with the lotus snack soaked in the milky white soup in the bowl, noticed that Ji's father came back, and immediately showed a very obedient smile, seeing that Ji's father was in the right place, first sent the pear wine to Ji Reach for the stars and sit down.

He didn't notice that his friend gave him a very strange look, and then turned away, feeling a little guilty.

There is a rule of "don't talk when you eat" on the dining table of Ji's family, but in front of friends and son, Ji's father is not that restrained.Holding serving chopsticks to pick up dishes for Ji Zhaixing, while talking about how this dish is good for the stomach, at the same time commenting that a certain soup tastes delicious and hangs very well, it is the chef's specialty.He abruptly ate a meal with a sense of prosperity.And Dong Ling seemed to be affected as well, and taciturnly gave Ji Zhai Xing some food, and gave a few plain instructions as an elder, eager but not out of line.

At least Ji's father didn't feel any problem, at least he felt that his friend was much more approachable.

But Zhai Xing is so cute, it's not uncommon for friends to be left alone.

Ji Zhaixing also looked at Dong Ling a few more times calmly, but after all his father was present, so he cooperated and thanked Dong Ling for the food, which was full of politeness for juniors.

When it's over, it can be regarded as a good time for the host and guest.

Father Ji also invited, by the way, whether Dong Ling wanted to see his art exhibition, but was declined by the busy Patriarch Dong.

"Anyway, most of those paintings were sent to Dong's house after the exhibition, so I'm not in a hurry to look at them." Dong Ling smiled as he buttoned up his Tang suit and said this, implying something.Pian Ji's father didn't notice it, and complained: "What's the difference? The works I painted well are not for sale, and you can only see them in exhibitions."

Only Ji Jiexing heard the paintings he mentioned, and thought of the agreement Dong Ling had made with him before.

In the end, Patriarch Dong agreed.Is it a choice after weighing the pros and cons, or is it hard to say whether he really gave in because he was "tricked" and his mood improved. In short, Ji Zhaixing... Afterwards, Dong Ling promised him that after those paintings were delivered to Dong's house, he could come to Dong's house to take them away .

As for how to settle the payment for those paintings, Ji Zhaixing didn't ask Dong Ling's private account, but added the contact information first.

I can't tell.

Ji Zhaixing lowered his eyes, his expression sank slightly, and it was difficult to discern what Dong Ling's purpose was.

But at least for now, Ji Zhaixing will accompany his father back to the art exhibition first.The equipment has been prepared and can be opened to the outside world—even though it is open, almost all the people who come here are from the family who have received the invitation.

Ji Zhaixing walked around the exhibition, making sure that there would be no mistakes, and at the same time taught more people to see the figure of the young master of the Ji family.

Even wearing a mask and only revealing a pair of eyes, they are uniquely beautiful, enough to leave a name in the hearts of many people and find out the identity of the boy.

And after knowing that this is the heir of the Ji family, his thoughts became even more floating.

Ji Zhaixing refused the invitation all afternoon, as if his mind really fell into the painting.That is, when he saw some people across a corridor, his footsteps slowed down a little.