Yan Shifan silently wiped his sweat, you still have a backup plan!
If I'm not satisfied with what I gave you, can't I still eat this meal today?
Crunch~
The door to the small courtyard was opened, and Changsui Yanyi walked in carefully holding a wooden sign. On the plate were a pile of chopsticks and three clean white porcelain bowls.
He came to the table and placed a porcelain bowl in front of each buyer, and each placed a pair of wooden chopsticks on the bowl.
He Shen lowered his head and took a look. The bowl he was assigned still had a few cracks on it, and there was a small chip on the mouth of the bowl, as if a piece of porcelain had been knocked off.
"Uncle Shi, my nephew will trade with you, trade with you."
Yan Shifan hurriedly reached out his hand and replaced Heshen's bowl with his intact white porcelain bowl with a smile.
He Shen twitched the corner of his mouth and asked deliberately, does your family still need this thing for dinner?
It's just that you are a guest in someone else's house after all, so it's too rude.
Maybe this bowl is just for drinking??
I didn't expect that Old Man Yan looked so polite and could drink from a large bowl...
Just as he was thinking wildly, the courtyard door was opened again, and another servant of the Yan family came in carrying a large white porcelain basin with blue rims.
"The food is here!" Yan Song reminded them with a smile.
He Shen's eyes lit up even more. He didn't expect that Yan Laoji, who usually digs at things, would be so generous this time.
Use pots to serve rice!
However, Yan Shifan on the other side had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.
When the servant brought the porcelain basin to the table, several people looked into it.
I saw a large clean porcelain basin filled with noodle soup, with noodles floating in it, and three green leeks floating on top of the noodle soup.
He Shen scratched his head and thought to himself that he hadn't even eaten vegetables and drinks yet, so why did he start eating staple food?
But Yan Shifan seemed to have thought of something, and one of his eyes widened in shock.
Yan Song, however, was not so particular. He picked up a chopstick of noodles and put a leek into his bowl: "Don't be stunned, sir! Eat!"
"this……"
Although He Shen was a little embarrassed, he couldn't help but asked politely: "Prime Minister Yan, the food hasn't been served yet!"
"How about we wait until the dishes are ready before we start?"
Yan Shifan stretched out his hand in horror, trying to stop what his father would say next, but Yan Song didn't notice him at all.
"What are you waiting for?"
Yan Song smiled and said: "Isn't this all in order??"
"What??"
He Shen couldn't hold himself tight and subconsciously leaned forward: "Prime Minister Yan, didn't you say you wanted to treat me to a nine-course banquet of noodles??"
“This is just a noodle, and there’s no food yet!”
"That's right!"
Yan Song didn't notice anything was wrong: "Thin noodles with leeks!"
"There are leeks and noodles. I rolled the noodles myself. Are they thin enough?"
Three people were eating, and two people were so shocked by these words that they almost lost their breath.
If the mental endurance of the two fat men were any worse, eating a banquet might really turn into eating a banquet.
"father……"
Yan Shifan's voice was trembling: "You...why are you like this..."
"Our family doesn't lack money for a table? If you really can't spare the time, my son can do it for you!"
"Bastard! What do you mean you don't need enough money for a table?"
Yan Song, who was discredited by his son, glared at Yan Shifan angrily: "Our family has no money at all!"
As he said this, he picked another leek from the basin, which he had left for Yan Shifan. Now he had no choice but to confiscate the leek from this unfilial son!
Yan Shifan supported his forehead with his hands and shook his fat body a few times.
Master He was also trembling when he saw this. He hurriedly picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked out a handful of noodles from the white porcelain basin, and took away the last leek at the same time.
You’ve come here, but you can’t leave without eating!
It’s better to eat a leek than to eat a bowl of noodles!
Put it this way, we are also the ones who have eaten Yan Song’s thin leek noodles… No, it’s the nine-vegetable banquet noodles!
If there are no leeks, then there is not only thin noodles?
I put it into a bowl and took a bite of the noodles with the adults. I just found it bland and tasteless, and I couldn't bear to add salt!
However, Mr. He has the spirit of joy in suffering. Even if he eats noodles like this, he can comfort Yan Shifan in turn: "Eat quickly, nephew, people are like iron and rice is like steel."
"Ignore him!"
Yan Song was still angry, and while pulling at the noodles in the bowl, he looked at Yan Shifan with hatred: "This bastard has been spoiled by me since he was a child, and he won't be able to live a hard life!"
"I am in the position of right-hand prime minister, and you and your uncle are still ministers and servants. Both of us can enjoy this, but you can't!"
He Shen forgot to glance at Yan Shifan with sympathy. It's really hard for you to have such a biological father and grow into a fat man with a sound mind and a strong body.
But after all, I was the one lecturing my son, so he couldn't interrupt much, so he could only keep burying his head in the noodles.
Try to have one more bowl.
Unexpectedly, when Yan Song saw him immersed in eating, he immediately stopped caring about lecturing his son and hurriedly lowered his head to scoop up the noodles in the bowl.
Yan Shifan sighed quietly when he saw the two people's posture.
Well, my guests don’t care anymore, so why should I care?
Come on, if you don't eat, you won't even be able to eat the noodles. No matter what, they are noodles made by your own father.
After all the leeks were picked, the three of them started to fight around a bowl of clear soup noodles. The battle was quite heated.
In the end, He Shen was the better one and finished the bowl of noodles first.
The noodles didn't even taste salty, and he actually didn't want to eat them after two bites.
But, after all, we came to Yan Song’s house for dinner.
If you miss this time, you may never have the chance in this life, so you must eat more.
Despite the strong feeling of greasiness, Mr. He picked out a few more noodles with chopsticks from the porcelain basin, and Yan Song followed closely behind.
After Yan Shifan finished his bowl and wanted to pick something else, he found that only clear soup was left in the clear soup noodles.
"Hiccup~"
After eating and drinking enough, I burped loudly with the adults and quickly blocked my mouth.
The noodles in his stomach almost popped out of his throat.
Who can understand the nausea of eating two bowls of bland noodles?
Now Mr. He wants to vomit when he sees clear soup noodles. He feels that he never wants to eat clear soup noodles again in his life...
Yan Song's face was red when he ate the food, but the taste was bland? Impossible! He was used to it, and he could get down to business immediately after putting down his chopsticks.
Moreover, the reason why He Shen was invited to come for dinner today was not just for the gift from him.
"My lord, the reason why I invite you today is not just for this private matter."
He Shen didn't want to talk about these things with him. He just wanted to go home and lie down and digest the noodles in his stomach.
Yan Song didn't care about his thoughts, but said to himself: "Does Sir He know about the flooding of the Yellow River in recent days?"
"Know something."
He Shen suppressed the feeling of bloating and his mind was not clear: "Does Prime Minister Yan want to talk about disaster relief?"