Wei Ye set up a fish feast in front of General Fubo Temple. Although it was only a wealthy family's wedding ceremony, his hand was not bad. Those who listened to the drum beats but couldn't catch up with this, had to watch others holding the fragrant and oily fish pieces and eating them happily in big mouthfuls of steamed cakes.

Those who are more mean must add a sentence in their stomachs: "Eat, eat, eat, eat, fish bones can't kill you. You guys are like hungry for half their lives!"

Although the strange words couldn't come out, the sour water was so much that it could not be held back. The person was swaying in front of General Fubo's temple, even if he was waiting to help the chefs clean up the dishes, he would still be a bit of oil and water!

The people watching the fish feast don't understand the things mixed behind this fish feast, and the people who eat happily don't understand them. Tieshan just figured it out a little bit. The person who was really attentive was sitting on the bed, lazily holding his forehead, and quietly whispering to his little charlatan.

No matter what else, those who are interested, may have to imagine a lot of new things when they see this scene?

"Let them guess it. If humans lose their association, the world will definitely become less good."

"Uncle, even if you say that, you won't earn the endorsement fee for soft advertising."

The little mute standing beside the old Wei family couldn't understand these traditional jokes, but when Lu Yan listened to the teacher and senior sister talking, he felt safe.

Wei Ye said a cold joke, but his eyes fell on the arch of the onion-like arch in Xicheng.

I'm waiting for you next round here. This time, there should be some new tricks, right?

Opposite the round arch of the Great Lisbeth Temple, facing Ren Chonghao's mansion with facial features. Today, the Ren Mansion has changed its bad luck for these days. Those white-shirted servants who seem to be holding funerals every day and wear reef filial piety and the ghost-like black burly women are also bringing some vitality to death.

This rare joy is nothing else. It is said that Ren Shushi, who was poisoned by the assassin, was protected by Ahuramazda, and his injuries improved a lot. In the past two days, he was able to speak.

Although his throat was too severely damaged and his voice was similar to that of a duck. He didn't listen carefully, and he couldn't hear Ren Chonghao's screams as human words. However, Ren Shushi, who could speak, could not be considered a mute. Maybe he could still keep his errand. This is a big deal about whether the whole family will drink the northwest wind in the future. Anyone should celebrate it well.

So for granted, the old man Da Yimaer Yiben, together with the female general Su who gave up the elixir, was respectfully invited by the Ren Mansion to the seat. In the future, if Ren Jianshi wants to negotiate with the Qiang and Han people in this Zhangye area, he will rely more on these people.

When such a distinguished guest came to the door, the Ren Mansion did not say anything. He took out all the best Persian velvet blankets and spread them from the door to the lobby. No matter how long the Ren family grew, the financial resources of the Ren family could not be afforded. The fat sheep from Hexi have been slaughtered and roasted. According to the old customs of Qiang and Hu, they all went to the table.

Although the roasted lamb has a burnt skin and tender flesh, the dishes around it are all delicious. Naturally, the ones used in Ren Mansion are really very halal chefs, and they will never break the rules of the Zoroastrian Church!

Although Ren Jianshi was still ill, he forced himself to sit up, and he didn't care about the principle of a gentleman staying away from the kitchen. He struggled to pick up a dagger and fulfill his host's responsibilities.

Although Ren Chonghao's fingers were broken several times, only the index finger and thumb were left, but a small dagger could move in front of him. He trembled like an ant biting a leaf, slowly slicing the oily mutton into pieces. Although the half-dead facial features had tried his best to make himself faster, when the meat was placed in the silver bowl, the mutton oil condensed into pieces of milky white oil cream, which made people feel disgusted.

But to be honest, this whole sheep banquet is completely opposite to the whole fish banquet of Wei Ye. In the eyes of others, Wei Ye’s whole fish banquet is a bit suspicious of buying good people’s hearts, but Wei Ye’s intention is honestly about inviting people to eat. However, although the food and drink at Renfu’s house were exquisite, the real intention was just to show his position.

After cutting the mutton face meat and the oil on the tail, he respectfully presented it to the old man Ibn. Ren Chonghao, the host, sat down on the main seat and respectfully clasped his fists and said: "Da Yima, this dish made according to the halal method has a fragrance and looks clean. Ren Mouhuan's bag is not rich, and Hei Shui City has been harassed by some villains these days, so there is no good production. For a moment, he can only be so simple and slow. However, Da Yima is his own family, so please understand it!"

This was very slow and his voice was hoarse, which was simply unpleasant. However, for a half-dead person, such a speed of speech was considered. Old Man Ibn knew that he could not wipe out Ren Chonghao's face at this time, so he could barely reach out to pick up a piece of lamb-faced meat and put it into his mouth to chew it, and nodded.

With the old man Ibn taking the lead, the Hu scholars who came to the banquet looked at each other and barely sent the cold mutton into their mouths. This was not for Ren Chonghao to admire his face. He was a member of the official recruitment of the prefect of Zhangye. He could not afford to support him by the monks in various counties in Zhangye!

Most of these sutra masters were from Qianghu, and some were Hu people from the Western Regions and even Persia. In Zhangye County, they were all the leading figures in charge of temples for several weeks. At this time, they just didn't want to save the face of Da Yimaer.

These monks with head-wrapped cloth and wearing tidy hairs frowned and chewed mutton, and then waited for Old Man Ibn to speak. This time, the monks of the Zoroastrian sect of Zhangye County gathered together, and knew that the air was wrong, so they had to wait for Da Yima to convey the instructions.

However, the old man Ibn didn't care about this, but just looked at the samurai who was concentrating on dealing with the roast chicken on the other side: "Although Mr. Ren's injury has improved a lot, the injury on his finger has not improved much. Miss Su, do you want to be more concerned about Ren's official in history?"

The female warrior grabbed a chicken leg and bit off a piece of meat from a big mouth. She glanced at Ren Chonghao, who was looking petty, and shook her head and said, "The effect of the potion is only on the repair of muscle tissue damage. It was a fracture on her hand. My potion was useless. According to his level, I think only the Black Jade Intermittent Paste can be tried."
Chapter completed!