Seeing what Yan Song said, He Shen hurriedly stood up and said goodbye. "Prime Minister Yan, I won't disturb you too much."
"Sir, let's go slowly. Next time I invite you, I hope you will come to keep your appointment!" Yan Song was very satisfied with today's meal and walked him all the way to the door.
He Shen said goodbye with a polite smile: "Haha, definitely next time!"
Mr. He really couldn't hold it anymore. After getting on the sedan, he wanted to pinch his throat with his hands and lock the noodles that were surging upward.
I don’t know why the noodles from Lao Yan’s house are so evil, it makes people want to vomit after eating them.
That is an evil place.
"Liu Quan! Hurry up!" He Shen couldn't help shouting outside the sedan.
If you want to vomit, you can't vomit on the sedan. It's too disgusting. You have to go home and use a spittoon to vomit!
"Okay! Master!" Liu Quan responded outside.
It's okay to walk normally at first, but as soon as you move quickly, you can't help but shake.
Master He suddenly felt like a rubber ball filled with water, which was accidentally burst.
"Slow down! Slow down!"
He Shen strangled his neck and howled loudly: "You want to kill me!"
"Okay! Master!" Liu Quan worked hard without complaint, and the sedan chair slowed down again.
Sitting on this swaying sedan chair, Mr. He felt that the days passed like years. Fortunately, the sedan car took its time and finally returned to He Mansion.
Before entering the door, a servant rushed out in a hurry and almost bumped into the bearer in front of him.
"What are you doing? You're so frizzy!" Liu Quan couldn't help but scolded him.
"Master! Butler Liu! Are you back?"
The servant in green clothes and small hat looked at them in surprise: "Master Wu and others have come to the house and want to see the master!"
"I know!" He Shen's voice came from the sedan.
He leaned back on the chair in the sedan. Now his stomach had relaxed a little, and it was not as noisy as before.
When people like Wu Shenglan came to look for him, they must also be discussing the matter of disaster relief and river construction.
"Alas~" He and the adults looked at the top of the sedan speechlessly, they couldn't help but see it!
The luxurious sedan stopped in the sedan room, and the adults got off the sedan and took Liu Quan to the main hall.
I felt much better just now when there was an ice tray in the sedan chair, but after getting down and being exposed to the sun and bumping when I walked, my stomach started to feel upset again.
But the people ahead had already reached the main hall, and Wu Shenglan, Wu Shengqin, Su Ling'a and other cadres and party members came out with smiles.
"Well, teacher! Congratulations, teacher!"
"Haha, even Yan Song invited the teacher to dinner, the teacher is so powerful!"
"Yes, I heard that Prime Minister Yan personally cooked and made a table of nine-course banquet noodles..."
Suddenly seven or eight people gathered around him, their faces full of admiration.
How impressive it must be to be treated to a nine-course banquet by someone as stingy as Yan Song!
As expected of an adult!
He Shen opened his mouth, intending to explain something, but he felt too embarrassed when the words came to his mouth.
After a false shot by Yan Lao Di, he ate two bowls of tasteless noodles... plus the leek he grabbed, this was the nine-vegetable banquet noodles made by the damned Yan Lao Di.
"Haha~"
He Shen rubbed his stomach downwards and tried to suppress the urge to vomit: "I have been friends with Yan Xiang for many years. It's just a meal. It's nothing. It's nothing."
"Don't say that! Teacher!"
Wu Shenglan entered the officialdom earlier than He Shen, but now he calls He Shen his teacher: "Last time, Prime Minister Yan became famous at the court meeting. Nowadays, who doesn't know that he is a very upright official!"
Wu Shenglan’s elder brother, named Wu Shengqin, also named Chongzhi, also smiled and said:
"When Prime Minister Yan eats in a restaurant, he only has a pot of wine, a plate of fennel beans and a piece of steamed bun! How difficult it is to ask him to treat him to a nine-course banquet!"
Su Ling'a, the right minister of the Ministry of Industry, raised his hand and joked with a smile: "By the way, I also enjoyed the strict treatment of the Prime Minister in the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry this afternoon."
"As soon as the news about the reconstruction of levees in more than a dozen counties came out, we were extremely worried. The old department left us in the Yamen to discuss everything, and we didn't even have time to eat."
"At this time, I ordered a lunch at Guanglu Temple. What do you think they brought?"
"It can't be fennel beans, right? Hahaha!" someone suddenly replied, and several party officials immediately laughed.
Even He Shen was amused and laughed twice.
"Hey! Worse than fennel beans!"
Su Ling'a clapped her hands and couldn't help but say: "It's just a bowl of clear noodle soup with white flowers, not even a hint of oil, and no salty taste at all! It made me want to vomit at the moment!"
Ugh~~~
The adults frowned just as they were about to laugh, wondering where this little clever guy came from?
Mr. Su told a joke to liven up the atmosphere, why did you also provide the voice?
When they looked back, they were shocked. Wasn't it Mr. He who vomited out?
"Ouch! Master! What's wrong with you??"
"Teacher? Are you okay..."
All the adults scrambled to help Mr. He, but Liu Quan was one step ahead of them and held Mr. He in his arms.
"Master? Master? What's wrong with you?"
He rolled his eyes and fainted.
Liu Quan stared in horror, and just as he was about to scream, he felt his arm being pinched.
The words "Quickly invite the doctor" that just came to his lips were replaced by: "Come quickly!!"
Several healthy servants quickly ran in from outside the hall.
Liu Quan called them to come over and lift He Shen, and asked the adults to move aside: "Make way, gentlemen, make way!"
"What's going on sir?"
"Is the teacher okay? Why did you vomit all of a sudden..."
I gathered around with party officials and wanted to help, but they couldn't help.
"Please ask the doctor quickly! That's right! Please ask the doctor quickly to show Mr. He..."
"I'll go find the doctor right now!"
Liu Quan watched the servants carrying the adults and rushed out, turned around with a compensatory smile, and bowed his hands to the officials: "I'm really sorry, sirs, our master probably can't talk about anything today, please change."
Come again tomorrow!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran out with the servants.
"Huh? We have to know what kind of disease this is, right?"
Many officials wanted to follow him out, but those few healthy servants were so quick on their feet that they carried him like a dead pig and ran away. Even if they wanted to catch up, they couldn't catch up.
"Hey! What the hell is this!"
Wu Shenglan and others who chased him for a few steps shook their heads and returned to the main hall. But halfway through, they discovered the puddle of vomit again.
Normally, people wouldn't go out of their way to see this kind of thing, after all, it's too disgusting.
But this thing is blocking the adults' way, making it impossible not to look at it.
"Eh??"
Wu Shenglan was startled and stared at the puddle of rotten noodles in surprise: "Didn't the teacher go to Yan Xiang's place to eat the nine-course noodles? How come all the noodles he vomited out are noodles??"
Wu Sheng discovered the blind spot.
"It's true!" Several adults glanced at it and turned their heads, exclaiming in surprise, not understanding what magical principle this was.
How come these nine dishes of banquet noodles turned into noodles when they were put into the stomach of the adults?
Su Ling'a was also greatly amazed. She couldn't help but walk over and squat in front of the pool of noodles, and looked at it carefully for a moment: "Don't mention it, it's also clear soup noodles! There's no marinade at all!"