Author: Huang Huoqing

Three days later, on June 25, Xijing Asahi Prefecture.

The martial arts training ground was already full of setting sun.

Everyone washed a little by the well in the backyard, passed by the thousand-point flying flowers on the road, and sat in the main hall.

On the round table, the cold dishes were already arranged.

As the master, Hong Fan and Wu Hongling sat on their left and right heads.

"I was worried when I learned that Yuan Xuesong was captured."

He said, drinking sour plum juice.

"So I deliberately took a rest on the way to ensure that I had basic combat power when I arrived."

Hong Fan put down the cup and smashed it down his mouth, feeling that the taste of the drink was too soft.

So he smiled at Wu Ruyi.

The latter glanced at him, held the cup over, held its five fingers lightly, and covered the porcelain cup with frost.

"Sure enough, when I arrived at Qifeng Mountain, Lu Yun and others were trapped in a siege. They bit blood and cut through Yuan Xuesong's calf with one finger."

Hong Fan took the cup back and took another drink, raising his eyebrows in a beautiful way.

"That chewing bone is worthy of being listed on the evil list, and its one-on-one combat power is much stronger than me."

"Fortunately, they didn't know my killing method that could fly in a state of mind. I pretended to be a fool and brought the first team out."

Hearing this, Bai Jiaci couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

"I heard you say it simply now, but I don't know how dangerous it would be."

He drank the glass of sour plum juice in one sip, and felt it was not good, so he looked across the table pitifully.

Wu Ruyi didn't talk nonsense, so she simply stood up and iced the whole pot of sour soup.

Bai Jiaci was overjoyed and quickly poured another cup.

"Hong Fan, I heard that you have won 60 martial arts awards this time?"

He took a sip and continued to ask.

"It's sixty."

Hong Fan nodded.

"The first team was not able to perform well, and the last one had only half of the martial arts awards. "

"The third team calculated according to the normal task, each person was forty points."

"I got sixty o'clock because of saving Yuan Xuesong."

Bai Jiaci was extremely envious when he heard this.

"It's a full sixty o'clock, it's worth two tasks!"

"Oh, we only received sixty martial honors last year. You have only been here for three months, and it is already over a hundred!"

"It's a pity that General Manager Jian refused to let us go..."

He sighed, feeling that the iced sour plum soup was no longer delicious.

Zhan Yuanzi shook his head repeatedly.

"Martial Xun has never been picked up for nothing."

"If I were General Manager Jian, I would have chosen Shi Yuanwei and the others - chewing bones and biting blood are not mediocre. If we were to go, it might not be so appropriate."

No one likes to listen to ugly words.

But Wu Ruyi and Bai Jiaci knew that their teammates were justified and had to eat the food.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door, and Aunt Liu came in with a porcelain basin and a stack of small bowls.

"The chicken soup is ready, and it's simmered on low heat for an hour."

She put the basin on the heart of the table and lifted the lid.

The rich fragrance suddenly erupted, making the air in the hall seem to have been dyed in color.

Bai Jiaci rolled his Adam's apple and immediately forgot about Qifeng Mountain.

"I'll serve you soup..."

Aunt Liu smiled and gave Hong Fan a bowl first, and was given to Wu Hongling.

Soon, everyone got a bowl in front of them.

Aunt Liu was not in a hurry to go back to the kitchen and waited by the table.

Everyone drank the soup, except Hong Fan, all of them were shocked by the delicious taste.

"How could it be so delicious?"

Wu Ruyi muttered, quickly endured the heat and took a big sip, and then spit out a frost from her mouth.

"This is the best chicken soup I have ever drunk. Auntie is such a good craft!"

She lowered the bowl and praised loudly, dancing with her ponytail and eyebrows.

"Oh, it's not that I'm good at craftsmanship."

When Aunt Liu heard this, she was humble in her mouth, but she smiled on her face.

"In fact, the ingredients in the soup are good - the chickens are raised by their own home, and there are also the best 'Snow Skirt Fairy' in it."

"Snow skirt fairy, is it a bamboo fungus?"

Wu Ruyi was very surprised.

"I used to make bamboo fungus stewed chicken, but shouldn't it be a soapy smell?"

When she said this, Aunt Liu became interested: "The cap and root of bamboo fungus have a soapy smell, so both parts must be cut off before putting them in the pot, and only the poles should be eaten..."

Wu Ruyi opened her mouth when she heard this and instinctively looked at her mother.

"ah?"

When Wu Hongling was seen by her, her face turned red.

"I, I know, I just like that smell!"

She stroked the hair on her cheeks and said with confidence.

"I feel that the chicken soup I made is OK, right?"

Wu Hongling glared at her daughter and looked at Bai Jiaci.

"Compared with my aunt today, I think each has its own merits."

The latter spit out a piece of chicken bone and replied seriously.

Zhan Yuanzi looked at his eyes, nose, and heart, and calmly added another bowl for himself.

Aunt Liu was worried that the peach blossoms and willows were green, so she went back to the kitchen to continue to take care of her.

Everyone buried their heads in drinking soup, but Wu Hongling was very discouraged, so the chicken bones on the plate were piled with the highest pile.

After most of the dinner, Tang Damen entered the yard and led a servant.

"Young Master, there is an invitation outside, saying that it must be delivered to you."

He said outside the door.

Hong Fan nodded to Wu Hongling and stood up and went out.

The servant who was waiting in the yard looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a silk robe that was not very fit, but a piece of linen was exposed in the collar.

"The young man came from the Lv Mansion and was ordered by my major general to send invitations to Mr. Hong."

He bowed deeply and said in a straight voice.

Hong Fan had never heard of any major general of the Lu Mansion. After taking the invitation and looking at the signature, he found out that it was Lu Yun.

The servant completed his mission and received another silver reward and left happily.

Hong Fan read the invitation and returned to the seat.

"You must never think of what's going on."

He smiled and patted the invitation with red silk on the table.

"In order to thank me, Master Lu Yun saved Yuan Xuesong, he invited our whole team to have dinner at Mingyue Tower!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

"Mingyue Tower? That is the most luxurious fireworks place in Xijing, a veritable gold-selling cave!"

Bai Jiaci was shocked.

"Fireworks? You know so clearly, but have you visited?"

Hong Fan asked curiously.

He had heard of the chefs of Mingyuelou from Zhuangli people, but he had never been there.

"I can't afford to buy two marrow washing pills on weekdays, so how can I get this money?"

Bai Jiaci was seen by his teammates and Si Ye, and his face turned red and he screamed.

"I have a sharp nose and a shortage of money when practicing "Dog Moji", so I work part-time in the city to test the fragrance - this is also known by the Siye."

The Baihua Po in his mouth is the most famous perfume shop in Xijing City, and Hong Fan also heard of it.

"The most expensive rose fragrance dew in the store, and the perfume of Baihua cost seven or eight taels of silver a small bottle. On weekdays, even families with poor families buy fewer."

Bai Jiaci continued.

"Only the girl from Mingyue Tower came to buy, she didn't even ask about the price!"

"Speaking of this, on the seventh day of the seventh month, Mingyue Tower also holds a regular flower-tasting party, and the table that night was several times more expensive than usual."

PS:

I mentioned that writing is difficult a few days ago. Many readers think it is difficult to figure out the words, but it is not.

Decorating scenery and making some rhetoric is a relatively easy operation for me, and it often takes no time to form it at one time.

What is really difficult and able to set up a role is the choices they make in the situation and the words they say.

Good words don’t need any fancy words. Just a proper dialogue makes it so powerful that it can be seen through the back of the paper - but it just takes a lot of time to conceive that sentence.

As for vocabulary, for the old author, it is the least worth mentioning thing.
Chapter completed!