It was almost noon, and the courtyard of the Sword Management Hall was crowded with people, and the seats were almost full.
The guests were chatting and full of interest when suddenly they heard a loud voice singing: "My good friends are invited! The time is just right at noon, let's have a feast!"
Following the shout from the old butler Feng Bo, a group of servants carrying food boxes were seen filing in from the back kitchen. In a flash, plates of delicacies were being served to the table. The aroma was filled with fragrance, and everyone was stunned.
People can't help but move their index fingers.
The guests who came to celebrate the birthday this time were all well-known figures in the world, including the chef in charge of the birthday banquet. He was not an unknown person, but the former chief deacon of the imperial kitchen, Liang Fukuan, who was nicknamed the "God of Cooking".
Old man.
This old man Liang is not only a superb cook, but also quite good in martial arts. Unfortunately, he has decided to retire in recent years. If it were not for the face of his old friend Xing Zhenliang, it would really be a shame if others wanted to ask him to take action.
It's extremely difficult.
Xiao Lei's eyes wandered between the various dishes, and he clearly looked like a salivating gourmet. Mu Yun was secretly amused by this, and lowered his voice and said, "I'm telling you, Xiao Lei, don't act like you've never seen this before."
The way the world looks like is just a joke to others."
Xiao Lei took a quick look and saw disapproval on the faces of the three immortals of Zhongnan. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Who hasn't seen the world before? Chef Liang is actually tired of the soup and water.
If he is willing to use his chopsticks, it is better to reward him for being such a loser."
Hearing this young master's arrogant words, even the four disciples of Zhongnan Sanxian showed contempt on their faces, but Xiaolei didn't care. He picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the plate of eight-treasure sauce marinated in front of him.
Meat.
Yu Bingru couldn't help laughing when she saw this, and quickly patted the back of his hand. After all, Xiaolei didn't dare to make a mistake, so he could only cough dryly and take back the chopsticks, which made Mu Yun even more laughable.
After a while, the dishes were all served, and Uncle Feng cleared his throat and sang loudly again: "I invite the birthday boy~"
After hearing the words, everyone stood up and clapped and cheered, and the excitement was evident in the joy. At this moment, the door of the main hall opened, and a stunning girl in a pink dress walked out pushing a Wolong cart.
Sitting in the car was a spirited, white-haired old man. His face was kind and gentle, but there was also a hint of majesty. Especially his pair of eagle eyes, which were as sharp as hooks, made it unforgettable at first sight.
This old man was naturally Xing Zhenliang, the master of the sword-fighting hall. While Mu Yun applauded along with everyone, he whispered to Yu Bingru: "Senior sister, look, Mr. Xing's eyes are really scary. Fortunately, Miss Xing is so beautiful
I didn't follow him at all, otherwise the word 'ying' would really have to be written differently."
Yu Bingru also lowered his voice and said: "Xing Laoyi became a member of the old Tianshan sect, and he won the reputation of the 'Iron-Winged Falcon' right after his debut. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he always hated evil so much that he was very scary back then.
There are so many scum who can’t sleep at night.”
Mu Yun listened leisurely and fascinated, nodded repeatedly and said: "A man should act chivalrously and do justice, and deter evil spirits. But is Mr. Xing not good at what he does? Otherwise, why would he still rely on chariots to travel?"
Yu Bingru sighed softly: "Back then, the Jingyu Demon Cult was raging in the martial arts world. Mr. Xing once fought a bloody battle with the demon king 'Can Zhao' Xin Qixue, but was unfortunately defeated in the end. After that, he was imprisoned in an underground water prison, and his legs were soaked in water for four years.
In the icy water, this makes you unable to walk."
After hearing this, Mu Yun felt very sad. At this moment, he saw Xing Zhenliang, the birthday boy, clasping his hands and saying with a smile: "My dear friends, I am really honored and grateful that you can take the time to come here to support me today."
Very well, I would like to thank you all my good friends together with Ying Yatou."
Although the voice was not very loud, the words were still clear amidst the commotion, which showed that the depth of this old man's skills was by no means an unearned reputation.
At this time, Xing Zhiying also walked forward lightly, and said with a smile: "Uncles, elders, brothers and sisters, Xiao Ying'er is so polite. Today, you all traveled a lot to wish my grandfather a birthday. We appreciate this kindness.
The Sword Master must always remember that we have prepared a small amount of wine to thank everyone during this banquet. If there is any inconvenience in the reception, please forgive me."
Although the words of his grandfather and grandson were different, their intention to entertain guests was the same. Naturally, everyone cheered and cheered again. At that time, they only heard congratulatory messages such as "Blessed as the East China Sea and longevity as the Nanshan Mountain", "Young and virtuous as you are now" and so on.
It echoed throughout the audience and was heard endlessly.
Among them were many handsome young men, such as Zhuo Zhuo, who took the opportunity to flatter Xing Zhiying, which made Feixue Jiaoying feel shy and happy at the same time. Her tender face was flushed and delicate, which made her look even more...
Begonia has just bloomed, and is so pretty.
Xing Zhenliang responded to everyone and motioned to Uncle Feng to continue with the rules. Uncle Feng naturally understood, and he cheered up and sang again: "Dear friends, you are welcome. Please enjoy the craftsmanship of Chef Yu Fengliang."
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All the guests resigned again and finally took their seats again. After several rounds of changing glasses, the atmosphere became even more lively.
Everyone has unknowingly put aside their reserve. No matter whether he is a senior member of a famous family or a respected leader, he will always have the innate pyrotechnics when he comes to the dinner table.
Mu Yun and Xiao Lei can be said to have met their opponents in chess, and they are about to meet a good talent. It is obvious that they have reached the level of proficiency in their skills with cups, plates, spoons and chopsticks. After a while, they can be seen eating full stomachs and looking at each other.
There is also quite a bit of sympathy between them.
Mu Yun did not expect that although Xiao Lei was thin and small, he could eat as much as him. He sighed and said with a half-smile: "Xiao Lei, didn't you say you are tired of the food cooked by Master Chef Liang? What are you doing?"
Why are you still eating so enthusiastically in the end?"
Xiaolei burped and said stiffly: "I just haven't eaten the food cooked by Chef Liang for a while, so I feel a little nostalgic for a while. Otherwise, if we really judge the seating based on his craftsmanship, Chef Liang will not be the best in my eyes."
I can’t even get a number in line.”
Mu Yun was laughing when he heard this, but at this moment he heard the person opposite said angrily: "You little scoundrel, you eat so many dishes and still make sarcastic remarks, haven't you heard the allusion of Kong Rong letting pears, or you don't know that at all?"
Do you know how to respect your elders?"
Xiao Lei took a quick look and found that the person who dared to speak was Chang Jing, the youngest of the four disciples of the Zhongnan sect. He saw that the cup and plate in front of him were empty, and there was no trace of oil on the corner of his mouth. He was indeed called "respect the elders"
'Example.
It's just that the situation of his three senior brothers didn't seem much better. At best, they only got a few chopsticks of scattered vegetables and food. On the contrary, the three immortals of Zhongnan, headed by Master Wu Se, showed their elders' demeanor and seemed to be barely self-sufficient.
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Xiao Lei looked at him clearly, and then he smiled and said: "The little Taoist is right. After all, I have studied, so I naturally know to respect the elders. Come on, Master Wu Se, don't be polite. I'll give you this chicken leg."