The next morning, there was something to do, so Lin Kun went upstairs to bed early. Bazhi and Long Daxiang were still energetic, and the two of them watched the game with Niu Dazhuang in the living room.

The three men in the middle of the night were really deadly watching football, especially when they were watching the Chinese national football team. The three of them were in good mood, but as they watched, they were furious, and they were about to smash the TV. Long Daxiang wanted to throw the TV away. Fortunately, Niu Dazhuang was calm and blocked the TV in front of the TV and said to the two: "Calm down, the national football team's feet are smelly, but this TV is innocent..."

There was nothing to say all night. The next morning, when Lin Kun got up, Lu Ting had already started watering the flowers in the yard. The pots of flowers that were not of good looks have become more and more brilliant under her careful care.

"morning."

Lin Kun greeted Lu Ting with a smile. Lu Ting put down the kettle, raised her head and smiled: "Good morning, I wish you a successful return."

Lin Kun smiled and said, "Thank you for your information."

Lu Ting smiled and said, "I didn't help much this time, so you don't have to gild my face."

"Brother Lin Kun, come and help!" Zhang Xiaoya's voice came from the kitchen.

Lin Kun looked at Lu Ting in surprise and said, "How did she know that I'm back?"

Lu Ting smiled and said, "You think you came back late at night, so others don't know. Last night, Dazhuang and the other three watched the football, so Xiaoya poured them a glass of cold water, and then Daxiang and his brother told you to come back."

Lin Kun smiled wryly and said, "Then I'll go and help first."

The newly prepared breakfast in the kitchen, buns, pumpkin porridge, pickles, soy milk and fried dough sticks, and... there is also a little girl with a greasy face, wearing a flower apron.

Looking at Zhang Xiaoya's appearance and looking at the sumptuous breakfast, Lin Kun said in surprise: "Little girl, don't tell me, you made these things?"

Zhang Xiaoya raised her chin gently and said proudly: "How about it, should you look at me with admiration?"

Lin Kun nodded, and the expression on his face was still surprised, "Little girl, can you tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xiaoya pouted her mouth and became unhappy, "Brother Lin Kun, you really can't speak. What's wrong with the stubbornness? I'm obviously enlightened, thanks to Xinyi's reminder, otherwise I'll keep confused."

Lin Kun said curiously: "Why are you confused? Why are you enlightened?"

Zhang Xiaoya said: "Xinyi told me that if you want to grasp a man's heart, you must first grasp his stomach. I think it makes sense. So I recently signed up for a five-star hotel chef training class, but I have been studying hard for a long time. I know you came back yesterday evening and I got up at three o'clock in the morning. Look at these, aren't it very good?"

"No, girl..." Lin Kun was a little amused and crying.

"Why, don't you like it?" Zhang Xiaoya was immediately a little disappointed. Her little mouth was so slim that I felt pity for. To talk about the beauty of a beautiful woman, there is absolutely no absolute time. Any moment can make people fascinate.

Since the first time I met this little girl, it has been two springs and summers. The little girl’s initial youth is fading, and as time goes by, she has become more and more mellow.

Seeing Lin Kun suddenly stunned, Zhang Xiaoya said in confusion: "Brother Lin Kun, you said, what's going on? If you don't like it, I'll do it again."

Lin Kun smiled bitterly and said, "No, no, it's not that I don't like it, but that Xinyi told you the routine that was wrong. What should I grab a man's heart? First of all, I have to grab his stomach. Which man did you cheat? Is it because the dish made by the mistress is delicious?"

"That……"

"Even if it's really delicious, it's still delicious. It's not really going into the kitchen to cook."

"ah!?"

"I am a man, and I have absolute say in this issue, so women should be as beautiful as a flower, and choke themselves into a yellow-faced woman. Who else likes it?" Lin Kun stretched out a finger and scraped the little girl's shiny nose in love. If you want to talk about his feelings for Zhang Xiaoya, it is definitely the brother and sister. But what the little girl thinks in her heart. He can't do anything about it. Maybe when she really matures one day, she will face their relationship again.

The breakfast was rich and the taste was very good. It can be seen that Zhang Xiaoya’s talent in cooking was definitely beyond ordinary people.

While eating, Lin Kun even joked about her, saying that since her cooking was so delicious, she would just ask her grandfather to pay her to open the largest restaurant in the imperial city of Yanjing. As long as she, Miss Zhang, stood in the kitchen, the hearts of the men in the imperial city were captured by her.

Zhang Xiaoya laughed at Lin Kun, "Brother Lin Kun, this idea is really good." However, she suddenly stretched out towards Lin Kun's thighs and pinched them with all her strength...

In fact, this little girl is really not very painful to pinch people. The rich lady who is not touched by her fingers is always weak in strength. However, there are also some nouveau riche daughters with big arms and round waists. She seems to be able to eat a pig in a meal. Lin Kun will never dare to provoke such a lady.

In order to match Zhang Xiaoya's lethality effect, Lin Kun still exaggeratedly put on a painful expression, and then said: "Ah!!!"

...

After breakfast, Lu Ting, Zhang Xiaoya, Niu Dazhuang and Lin Kun drove to the cemetery in the suburbs.

The cemeteries in the city are managed in a centralized manner. If any mountain is approved, they will contract them to build a cemetery for private owners. After these private owners spend their wallets to put the land, they will repair the surrounding area and then become cemeteries.

Nowadays, houses that people live in are expensive, and cemeteries that people live in die are also expensive. Therefore, these bosses who did not make much money in their early years have made a fortune in recent years.

At about 8:30 in the morning, the car stopped at the gate of the cemetery called Changqingyuan. The security guard in the booth immediately poked his head out. He was an old man in his fifties. He looked fierce and his voice was surprisingly loud. He spoke in an authentic Northeast dialect, "What are you doing?"

Long Daxiang immediately frowned, sat in the car and cursed: "Tiano, this old man ate gunpowder early in the morning and spoke so hard. What kind of boss is he really like? What kind of employees are he numb? I will meet him if I go down. If I am so arrogant, I will beat him up."

Lin Kun stopped Long Daxiang and said, "Daxiang, don't be as knowledgeable as this old man. You may not know that looking at the cemetery is a bad job. After a person dies, it will be somewhat unusual. Look at the mountain in front of you, the general cemetery owners will specially find some people with fierce faces and loud voices to guard here."

After hearing this, Long Daxiang nodded and said in confusion: "Why is this?"
Chapter completed!