I, the last cultivator in the world

In the villa, Penguin Ma and others were chatting with Xia Feng.

A group of bigwigs are chatting with Xia Feng about life issues, this scene seems a bit out of harmony.

At this time, Jack Ma's cell phone rang, and Jack Ma got up and nodded, then turned and ran outside the villa to answer the phone.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Jack Ma asked after connecting.

"Mr. Ma, the business over the Three Kingdoms has been fully opened, how did you do it?" Mr. Zhang's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

Last night Dula Peter called the Magic Flute, and the Magic Flute received another scolding. Early this morning, he issued an order to completely lift the ban on the business of the Abba Abba Group.

As the boss of Ah Sanguo, Magic Flute was scolded by Dura Peter twice in a few days. He was indeed a little depressed, but there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, no one knew, otherwise the face would be lost.

"It's just such a small matter, I thought what made you so excited? Well, I get it. I have something to do in Shanghai and I can't come back these days. The company's affairs are left to you."

Jack Ma looked calm, excited about such a small matter, how to do big things?

Mr. Zhang on the other side of the phone was a little puzzled after hearing this. Just the day before yesterday, Mr. Ma was still worried about this matter, so why did he put it on after two days?

If you're really so calm, you'd be worried about the day before yesterday.

"It seems that Mr. Ma has invited an expert to help, Mr. Ma, don't worry, I will arrange the company's affairs in the next few days."

Although Mr. Zhang had some doubts about Jack Ma's words, he couldn't ask. After all, everyone knew that Jack Ma liked to pretend to be b and bragging.

I remember a certain program interviewed Jack Ma, and the host asked him what he thought of Ababa Abba's current achievements.

Jack Ma started bragging seriously and said: I have no interest in money. I only miss the time when I was a teacher. At that time, the monthly salary made me happy.

People can't give up their dreams for money, they have to realize their dreams before they can talk about money.

Look, no one is bragging about this bullshit, right?

"Okay, don't call if you have nothing to do. I have important things to do." Jack Ma hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

This feeling, this comfort.

No wonder Penguin Ma enjoys being overturned by him every day.

After Jack Ma received this call, he was still a little happy, after all, he had solved a major matter in his heart.

His steps became much lighter when he walked, and he did not forget to take a proud look at the penguin horse when he returned.

The meaning is obvious: if you can do it, I can do it too.

"Young Master Xia, what kind of food do you usually like to eat?" Jack Ma sat down, ready to show his courteousness.

Jiang Quanshui's eyes lit up after listening, and he quickly put down his teacup and said, "Young Master Xia, the dishes made by Mr. Ma are absolutely delicious, why don't you try them today?"

He called Jack Ma over to suppress Penguin Ma's arrogance. Now that Jack Ma took the initiative to ask about the dishes, Jiang Quanshui did his part to assist.

"I'm not picky about this, but I miss the home-cooked dishes my grandma made when I was young, especially the home-cooked tofu and scrambled eggs with scallions. The tofu should be fried until golden on both sides, and then add some lean meat and chopped green onion. It's very delicious."

Xia Feng was reminded of his childhood by Jack Ma's words. At that time, he was young and hadn't gone to cultivate immortality yet, and was brought up by his grandparents.

Jack Ma immediately understood that these two dishes were indeed relatively common home-cooked dishes in the 90s. Now some restaurants also have them, but they have lost their flavor.

"Young Master Xia, I will cook these two dishes for you tonight. I am good at these two dishes. I used to cook them for my colleagues every day when I started my business." Jack Ma promised quickly after hearing this.

After hearing this, Penguin Ma became a little anxious. He just agreed to live in harmony in the morning, so he came to grab his own business?

The dishes are all cooked, why should I go?

"Young Master Xia, I can do this too." Penguin Ma said anxiously.

"You're not here anymore, where have you suffered so much? Do you know what the onion looks like?" Jiang Quanshui hastily hit the penguin horse.

Penguin Horse's family background has always been quite good, so it is not known whether these two dishes have actually been eaten.

"Who doesn't know the onions yet." Penguin Ma repeatedly retorted, the words were too sarcasm.

Is there anyone in this day and age who doesn't know about scallions?

Who do you look down on?

"Okay, okay, let Teacher Ma do it. I will try the homemade tofu and scrambled eggs made by Mr. Ma today to see how it tastes." Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Xia Feng smiled and waved waved.

"Okay, I promise to make Xia Shaochi satisfied." Jack Ma was overjoyed.

"There is no tofu or scallions at home, and they haven't come back yet. I'll call and ask them to buy the ingredients." Seeing that Jack Ma took over the task of cooking tonight, Jiang Quanshui was also happy, and got up and went out to make a phone call went.

When Jiang Xin was driving to the villa, his father called.

"Why is my dad calling me?" Jiang Xin looked at the phone call and asked.

"Take it." The national Xiao Wang said.

At this time, Jiang Xin pressed a switch button on the steering wheel, and Jiang Quanshui's voice came over: "Are you back?"

"It's almost home." Jiang Xin said.

"Don't come back in a hurry. I have something for you to do. Young Master Xia will eat homemade tofu and scrambled eggs made by Mr. Ma at night. Go and buy the ingredients right now." Jiang Quanshui told his son.

"Dad, I'm afraid there is no tofu sold at this point."

They just came out of the supermarket, and they didn't seem to see any tofu for sale.

"There's nothing for sale? Why are you going to buy soybeans and grind them for me? I want you to buy them, not to let you tell me if you can buy them." Jiang Quanshui cursed after hearing this.

What an elm head, how can you not buy tofu in such a big city?

Even if the vegetable market and supermarket are gone, you can always find them in restaurants one by one, right?

People have to learn to be flexible, no wonder they are one step slower than Guomin Xiaowang and Qin Dou in everything they do.

Jiang Xin: ...

"Understood." Jiang Xin replied, holding back the question that was about to be blurted out.

In fact, he still wants to ask, what is a scallion?

At this time, how dare you ask the exit? If you ask the exit, it will definitely be another scolding.

"Okay, go get busy and take care of Lin'er." Jiang Quanshui licked at the end of hanging up the phone.

He really doesn't miss any chance to lick. He is a master at it. Compared with his father, Jiang Xin is not a star and a half behind.

Ding.....

The mobile phones of Guomin Xiaowang and Jiang Xin rang at the same time.

The national Xiao Wang opened the prestige and took a look. It was Yu Wei who sent a message in the group of the Four Young Masters in Shanghai:

Yu Wei: Guys, after this day has passed, don’t say anything until the red envelopes are distributed, and don’t even say a word about happy birthday?

"Haha... Fatty Yu told us yesterday that his birthday is today, but I just forgot." After seeing the news, Guomin Xiaowang laughed.

"Same, same." Jiang Xin smiled.

"Aren't you going to Fatty Yu's birthday?" Qin Wen sat in the back seat and asked with her head stretched out.

The national Xiao Wang thought for a while, then turned to look at Charlene in the back seat and asked, "Lin'er, how about taking you to a friend's birthday party on the yacht tonight?"

"Okay."