That night;

Nan Ke invited Liao Bihui and Tang Er to Bilin Pavilion. These two are the only two remaining "friends" in his capital.

He didn't go to the private room below to compete with the others for the seat, so Nan Ke directly asked someone to deliver all the dishes to the courtyard where he lived.

"Good guy, what life are you going to live?" Tang Er didn't forget to point out his finger at the exquisite dishes on the stone table and sighed.

Because only three people eat, Nan Ke did not waste ordering more than a dozen dishes to set up the scene. He didn't need to do this. After all, the sixth floor of Bilin Pavilion can already support any scene.

There are four dishes and one soup on the table, which are all his favorite flavors in his previous life. After many twists and turns, they are now perfectly restored in this world.

For Nanke, this is the taste of ‘home’.

But for the other two, this was almost a dish that only gods could eat.

“Is it delicious?”

Nan Ke did not explain that this was a dish he had made. It was too troublesome to explain. Not only did they have a wall, but the wall was separated by countless time and space.

Most people who know this, such as the Jin Manager of Bilin Pavilion, still cannot believe that people like Nan Ke have such amazing talents for cooking.

"tasty."

Liao Bihui ate two bowls of rice without saying a word, and then he put down the bowl and praised him.

"If I had known that the food here was so good, I would have come to try it a few days ago." He added.

After hearing this, Nan Ke put down the bowls and chopsticks and looked at him without saying a word.

Tang Er was still chewing vegetables in his mouth, but he almost spit out.

He couldn't bear to spit it out, so he quickly chewed it a few bites and swallowed it. He patted his chest and said to Liao Bihui: "Do you know how much these dishes cost?"

"Ten taels?" Liao Bihui guessed one. He didn't know what price this dish was in the market, but based on his understanding of Bilin Pavilion Limited, he gave a bold prediction.

"Ten taels?" Tang Er shook his head and pointed to the leftover scrambled eggs of leeks, "You can probably buy these."

"So expensive?" Liao Bihui was surprised, and then quickly pulled the leftovers from the bowl into it.

“Poverty sometimes limits people’s imagination.”

Nan Ke subconsciously glanced at the room and placed a red purse on the cabinet next to his bedside.

There are dozens of taels of silver in the wallet, which is a huge sum of money for other ordinary families.

Nan Ke, who first entered the capital, almost fought for the bag of silver, but for him now, this bag of silver was not even enough to pay a meal.

I can only say that this life experience is sometimes even more unpredictable than the weather in the mountains.

Nan Ke was confident that he would not be like everyone else, but he never expected that this turning point would come so quickly.

Just as the few people were about to finish their meal, the sound of footsteps and conversation suddenly came from outside.

Ah Huang, who had been guarding the door, rarely made a sound to stop him. Instead, he pushed open the gate of the courtyard, "Sincere, Mr. Nan is having dinner inside."

"I know, I know."

Manager Jin came in while responding.

Next to him was a fat shopkeeper who had just woken up.

Both middle-aged men were drunk at noon and fell asleep. As soon as they got up, they shouted to come to Nan Ke and prepare to continue their unfinished drinks at noon.

"Yo, where are you eating?"

The Jinguan didn't know that there were other people in advance, but now he didn't see him. He walked over with his belly and bowed his hands.

"I'm here to see the manager of Bilin Pavilion. I've met the two young masters."

He had never seen Liao Bihui and Tang Er before. Seeing that they were with Nan Ke and were about the same age, he subconsciously thought that they were also young heroes from where they came from.

The two of them also got up and returned the greeting at the dinner table. Liao Bihui briefly mentioned his identity and sat down. Tang Er seemed to have smelled the bloody shark, and happily greeted him and began to make friends.

The Financial Manager is the manager of Bilin Pavilion. The national chain of Bilin Pavilion is obviously not ordinary;

As a shopkeeper who can eat in the royal city, Fat shopkeeper also stepped into the upper-class circle with half his foot;

Tang Er's status is a little different, but his victory is that he is young and has a bright future. The two middle-aged men are also willing to make friends in advance.

After a few words, Manager Jin took the lead and wanted to raise his relationship. "Why don't you go down and eat something? I'll keep you comfortable."

"The dishes are still at noon." The fat shopkeeper didn't care about anything else, he just became addicted to eating them.

Tang Er naturally had no objection in both physical and psychological terms.

Manager Jin looked at Nan Ke. Nan Ke shook his head and pointed at Liao Bihui, "You go, I have something to do with him."

"Okay, it won't delay your work."

The three of them left the courtyard with high spirits.

Nan Ke ordered Ah Huang to close the courtyard gate and then led Liao Bihui into the room.

‘Squeak…”

The door just closed.

Liao Bihui suddenly shivered.

"What?" Nan Ke asked.

"It's nothing, I just think the position of this speaking is a bit strange."

Liao Bihui found a seat and sat down, and was more than three meters away from Nan Ke.

Nan Ke smiled, "What hidden attributes have you awakened again today?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Nan Ke became serious and stopped joking, "I asked you to find the news for me before, have you found it?"

"Finished a little."

Liao Bihui took out a scroll from his arms with the seal from the yamen on it.

"This is what I found from the yamen document library."

In addition to collecting case files, the Yamen Case Document Library will also specifically record some major nearby events.

Nan Ke walked over and took it, spread it open on the table next to it.

"That thing is not long now, but that kind of thing is mostly participated by practitioners, and there is not much news that the yamen can integrate, so this record is actually just a few words."

Liao Bihui continued to say:

"After you told me that night, I asked the old county magistrate to ask me about it. He is an old man and is better than me in handling such things, but according to him, there are only so many records about that man in the entire capital."

Nan Ke nodded and thanked for a moment, then looked at the scroll again.

There are indeed not many records about that genius here. Most of the writing and ink are used to record the actions of the "adults" gathered from various locations.

The description of the protagonist was just described in a few words.

But from other aspects, Nan Ke’s impression of that person was much more perfect and profound.

Nan Ke put away the scroll and handed it to Liao Bihui, "Thank you."

"Thank you, no, I just want to ask, this person has something to do with you?"

Liao Bihui heard the old county magistrate say a few words. It is said that the genius was indeed amazing and beautiful at the beginning. He was an official who worked hard like the old county magistrate, and he was not unfamiliar with that name.

But this kind of "familiarity" is just to know that the man has excellent talent and good luck. As for whom he or she is, he doesn't know what kind of name he or she lives in.

It's a bit ironic to say.

When the incident was in a sensation, the high-ranking officials would discuss a few words in their spare time. Everyone knew that there was such a person, but when they really wanted to talk about that person, they just used genius to refer to it.

It seems that it doesn’t matter who the person’s surname is. In the eyes of most ‘highers’, that person is just a heritage.

As for inheritance, there is no need to have a name. Whoever grabs it will take the surname of whoever takes it.

Since no one got it, then those people would not be able to open their eyes and specifically to make them uncomfortable. After a while, this genius, who clearly existed, was tacitly forgotten in the torrent of time.

"Just curious."

Nan Ke shook his head and sat down.

Liao Bi met him and didn't want to say anything, nor did he ask, "What are your plans after you go to the county town?"

"Did Tang Er tell you?"

When Nan Ke told Tang Er, he knew that Tang Erhui passed this to Liao Bihui.

"I said it." Liao Bihui pursed his lips and hesitated for a while, "I may not be able to help you too much in this matter."

Although he was elected by the Immortal Sect, this "representative" was still a little short of time and had his own influence, but if he really wanted to get involved in any major event, he would be a little short of his strength.

"Just let it go." Nan Ke patted the armrest of the chair. He could see clearly. "The water is about to be muddy. We cannot decide how many fish you can find inside at that time."

"It's reasonable."

Liao Bihui stood up and bowed to Nan Ke,

"Then I'm here, I wish you a bright future in advance."
To be continued...