"Big man, can you finish eating so much meat?"

The young man poked his head around, not too far away or too close, and asked curiously.

"Don't tell me, I really can't eat so much. I've agreed in advance that it's okay to treat you as a guest, but you don't want to make shit again later.

Have a good meal, I'm so full from your disgust."

Yang Lin raised his head with a smile, put down his wine glass, and looked at the gray-stained young man. After a few more glances, he discovered.

Although the young man's face was filthy, there was a lively joy in it that made people feel close to him when they looked at him.

How to describe it?

Even if you can't see the appearance of some people clearly, there is only a back view or an action, but it will still make you unable to take your eyes away.

There is a joy in my heart.

It has nothing to do with ambiguity, just a heartfelt appreciation for the essence of beauty.

At the same time, he also understood why Guo Jing, that silly boy, would ignore men and women when they met Guo Huang and start to rip out his heart and soul.

They spent a lot of money on entertaining guests, gave away precious horses, talked about the wind and frost of the desert, talked about raising eagles, and so on.

At the same time, after saying goodbye, he gave half of the gold he had to the other party.

I was very reluctant to say goodbye...

Such behavior.

Dare you imagine?

It's not because of this extremely weird feeling of intimacy.

Guo Jing grew up in the desert and was beaten by six masters from childhood to adulthood. He basically had no playmates.

Although Tuo Lei, Hua Zheng and others treated him well, their condescending nature and their alms-giving attitude toward the herdsmen in the tribe undoubtedly made people feel uncomfortable.

He has always had low self-esteem since he was a child.

When I first saw this smart and pitiful little guy, my big brother feelings were about to explode, so I started to behave in all kinds of unreasonable ways.

Otherwise, why haven't I seen him be so kind to others?

Of course, there is another possibility, because Huang Rong's temperament is so beautiful to a certain extent.

Regardless of whether she is a boy or a girl, she is attractive.

Let me vomit first.

…

Guo Jing’s various practices.

Not to mention Huang Rong, a little girl who grew up alone on a desert island overseas.

Even a rich lady from a wealthy family would definitely be able to hold back her heart and make secret promises if she encountered Guo Jing's unintentional and absolute offensive.

Yes.

Yang Lin could tell at a glance who this dirty-looking little beggar was.

His foresight is not just about detecting the enemy's opportunities and avoiding danger and seeking good fortune.

If you look at people, men and women, and look at the details, it's not a piece of cake.

He could even see Huang Rong's current level of martial arts, and guess that the opponent's body was weak in energy and blood. In fact, he hadn't eaten well these days, and he was even hungry most of the time.

Of course, there is also the soft hedgehog armor she hides under her rags.

"Waiter, bring me some more bowls and chopsticks."

Yang Lin waved, then turned around and asked, "You don't spit into the food, do you?"

"That can't be done. You don't know how annoying that fat man was earlier."

After hearing Yang Lin's greeting, Huang Rong was not polite, and sat down at the table uprightly. She turned her head and saw the waiter holding the bowls and chopsticks slowly with a reluctant expression on her face, and she became unhappy, "I didn't hear this hero calling

Can you hurry up? If you go slowly, I will tear down your shabby shop and make you look down on others."

So, Yang Lin knew again.

Huang Rong may have been in Jiaxing for more than one day, and she must have been to Zuixianlou several times. Every time, the waiter would drive her away, feeling sulky.

However, it is a bit strange that this little girl does not bully others with her martial arts skills.

Based on Huang Laoxie's character, not only will she grow into a little witch, she will at least be evil and unable to bear any grievances.

It can only be said that she is more like her mother. She is actually a gentler and considerate person at heart, and is not as bad as she appears on the surface.

Thinking of this, my heart felt a little softer.

"Just order whatever you want to eat, and don't worry about starving me."

Yang Lin picked up the wine bowl and helped her fill a bowl full of Huadiao.

With my current status, the person in front of me can be regarded as my little junior sister-in-law from the perspective of the cheap old man Lu Chengfeng.

It's pitiful enough to be mixed up like this.

"Then I'm serious about it."

Huang Rong took a nice sip of the low-alcohol rice wine, picked up the mutton and took two bites. Then she frowned slightly and swallowed hard. After listening to Yang Lin's words, she immediately put down her chopsticks.

"I heard that in addition to the good wine, this restaurant also has a few dishes that are so-so and can be swallowed. Waiter, let's go to the Chang'an banquet ball, roasted tofu, stone pot crab..."

Seeing her ordering more than ten dishes at once, she stopped talking without finishing her words. Yang Lin looked at him with a smile and did not stop him. He just asked: "Is that enough? If there is nothing you like here, you can call the waiter.

Go to another store to buy it."

Huang Rong lowered her head slightly, and the back of her neck that had not been rubbed by soot was exposed as white as snow. She even blushed slightly. She grinned, "That's enough, big man, you are such a brother. In fact, we can't even talk about these dishes."

It’s so good. I’ll invite you to try my cooking some other day, and I guarantee you’ll be able to swallow it with your tongue.”

"That's what we agreed to do. When we see you then, don't lie."

Yang Lin's eyes lit up.

Even Hong Qigong, an old foodie who has eaten all over the world, praised Huang Rong's dishes so much that he was unwilling to leave. Just think about it and you will know how good Huang Rong's cooking skills are.

"Actually, you can't kill King Jin if you stay here. I guess you don't want to kill him, but you want to scare him away, right?"

"Yes, you can see clearly that he is better than Wanyan Honglie."

Yang Lin praised, not surprised at all that Huang Rong recognized her. There had been a lot of commotion in Jiaxing these two days. She was not blind. She must have seen and heard it.

"Then do you know why I don't want to kill him?"

"Of course it's because of the Mongols."

Huang Rong swallowed a piece of crab roe with a sigh, squinted her eyes to reflect, took another sip of wine, and said with a smile: "Now the Mongols are at their peak, and they are fighting in the north to the point where the Jin Kingdom can hardly hold its head up.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! People with a discerning eye can actually see that although the Kingdom of Jin is still powerful, it is like an old lion surrounded by wolves and unable to hold on for long. "

"In fact, in my opinion, the best way is to leave the Jin Kingdom and the Mongols to fight to the death, while the Song Dynasty rests and recuperates on the side, and raises troops until the time comes.

Instead of being like now, he only wanted to defeat the Kingdom of Jin, and even pretended to be a grandson to paralyze the opponent.

As everyone knows, this is the most stupid approach...the faster the Jin Kingdom is destroyed, the faster the Song Dynasty will be destroyed."

Yang Lin became more and more curious as he listened.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in front of her was thinking exactly the same thing as herself.

Therefore, there are still many discerning people in this world.

I can see very far into the future.

Just like Huang Rong in front of me.

However, some people are blinded by the achievements and benefits in front of them.

Maybe it's because of centuries of hatred.

The alliance with Mongolia to resist the Jin Dynasty may achieve a temporary victory, but the Song Dynasty will soon be ruined. Within a few years, the situation will change drastically, so that it will be completely irreversible.

I can only sigh, time is fate.

Suddenly, a sneer came from outside the door: "Little brother, I don't agree with this. I don't know which family you are from, so you are making alarmist remarks."

As a series of "swish, swish, swish" footsteps sounded, everyone in the store fell silent. The sharp-eyed ones looked up and immediately exclaimed: "It's General Meng. The Zhongshun Army is also here. Now we're in trouble."

"He came here to make a big show of things. Could it be that he came to catch thieves?"

"Where can there be any thieves? It's not because of Taihu Lu Guanying. He must be here to handle the case regarding the assassination of King Jin."

Amidst the whispers, the leader, a heroic general carrying a spear and wearing armor, walked in.
Chapter completed!