Just when Zhao Lan was infinitely complaining in her heart that Old Man Fan had no doctor's discipline, in the door behind her, the girl in the yellow dress seemed to have made lunch, walked out quickly with round bowls, and placed them on the stone table not far from the big tree.

When the girl in the yellow dress brought three bowls of white rice to the table, Fan Zhonglin also got up and stood up, beckoning Zhao Lan to eat together.

Taking the wine jar that the girl in the yellow dress took out, Fan Zhonglin poured himself a full glass and took one sip.

"Xiangneng, this flower monk, is not good, the wine is really fragrant, boy, you can have a cup too." After drinking the wine, Old Man Fan smacked his lips, picked up a chopstick dish and stuffed it into his mouth, nodded and praised the girl in the yellow dress: "Yunzhu's skills are good, and he is good again." ”

Four dishes and one soup, which can be said to be the standard configuration of well-off families in ancient times.

But Zhao Lan looked at the dishes on the table with her hands, but she didn't move her chopsticks for a long time.

It's no wonder that the meal on the cabin before really left a shadow on him, and even in the pavilion on Juao Island, although the meat Zhao Lan ate was not bad, it was not delicious, it was just a matter of putting salt and meat in a pot and cooking, and he was reluctant to put salt.

Through the conversation between Le Tao and the little monk, Zhao Lan also understood that in this world, the skill of stir-frying has not yet been popularized.

"Boy, try it, Yunzhu girl has learned from the palace chef, and you are lucky to be able to eat the dishes she cooks." Old man Fan took two bites, and when he saw Zhao Lan not moving his chopsticks, he immediately raised his eyebrows, thinking that he was reluctant to put down the chopsticks when he saw that the dishes on the table were too beautiful.

How can a young man be so petty.

Zhao Lan smiled helplessly, holding the tragic mood of the condemned prisoner when he went to the execution ground, he picked up a green vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it for less than two bites, and suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he swallowed the green vegetables in three or two bites, and at the same time quickly picked up other dishes on the plate, and after a while, his mouth was full.

He actually made a mistake, the Song Dynasty had a developed economy, and it was not a single eye with his dynasty, and he couldn't afford to eat salt. The reason why he can't eat salt on the ships of those pirates is because there are not many daily necessities on the ship, not to mention that he is only a prisoner, so naturally there is less salt in his food.

Old man Fan was almost startled when he saw Zhao Lan eating as if he had just escaped from the famine, but when he thought that Zhao Lan had been lying in bed for a few days without eating properly, he smiled and stopped talking.

After clearing the food in front of him, Zhao Lan dropped the chopsticks, stroked his full stomach with a comfortable face, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I didn't eat anything delicious in the thief's den before, but it made the old gentleman laugh." ”

After speaking, Zhao Lan couldn't help but burp again.

Seeing this, the Yunzhu girl on the opposite side immediately covered her mouth and laughed, and when she saw Zhao Lan staring at herself, she couldn't help but blush, got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and retreated into the house.

"I don't blame you, don't talk about you, it's the old man's old friend who eats fasting and recites Buddha all day in Jinshan Temple is here, and he has to break his drinking ring when he eats Yunzhu girl's food."

Old man Fan stroked his beard and smiled, drank the wine in the glass, looked at Zhao Lan, who was still staring at the door in a daze, and frowned slightly and said, "Hey, boy, it's time to return to your soul." ”

When Zhao Lan heard Old Man Fan's words, she came back to her senses, looked at Old Man Fan and smiled awkwardly.

"Boy, if you dare to have any intentions against Yunzhu girl, then don't blame the old man for picking your skin."

Old man Fan poured himself another glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all, stared at Zhao Lan and continued: "Last time, Chen Biao, the number one talent in this village, took advantage of the old man's absence, and actually came to the old man's house to entangle Yunzhu girl for several days, and in the end, the old man drove him out with a stick. If you kid dare to be as shameless as yesterday, the old man will ......"

Old man Fan raised his eyebrows, his hand switched between the eagle claw and the palm knife from time to time, staring at Zhao Lan, as long as Zhao Lan dared to spit out half a word in his mouth, he would kill or bury it.

Zhao Lan stared at Old Man Fan speechlessly with a fierce appearance, and secretly pursed the corners of his lips with disdain.

The old man is really old-hearted, is he so weak?

Fan Yunzhu walked out with a pot of tea, came to the two of them, put the teapot on the table, put down a teacup in front of Zhao Lan, and prepared to continue to go back to the room.

"By the way, Miss Yunzhu, I don't know if you saw a short sword when you rescued me a few days ago, which was used for self-defense."

But just as she turned around, Zhao Lan suddenly remembered that her short sword didn't seem to know its whereabouts, and immediately got up and stopped Fan Yunzhu, who was about to leave.

When Yunzhu heard Zhao Lan's words, she turned around and thought about it carefully, and shook her head at Zhao Lan.

"Don't you see? At that time, the short sword was held in his lower hand, about a foot long......" Zhao Lan kept gesturing at Yunzhu, depicting the appearance of a cadre.

After listening to Zhao Lan's description, Yun Zhu thought back for a long time with a hesitant look on his face, then his eyes lit up, nodded at Zhao Lan, and ran back to the house behind him quickly.

Zhao Lan looked at her with a stunned expression, then turned her head to look at Old Man Fan, who was drinking tea with his head down, and asked, "Mr. Fan, why doesn't Miss Yunzhu speak?" ”

Fan Zhonglin shook his head, shook the empty wine can, put it aside, and then looked at Zhao Lan with a puzzled expression, shook his head, and held the teapot.

Zhao Lan saw that he didn't speak, so he had to suppress the doubts in his heart.

After a while, Yun Zhu ran out of the room, carefully carrying a short sword in his hand, and handed it to Zhao Lan's hand.

Finally found it.

Zhao Lan took the short sword, walked around the table, casually danced a few sword flowers in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yunzhu girl, thank you."

Turning around, Zhao Lan bowed to Fan Yunzhu and thanked him sincerely.

Yunzhu shook his head, waved his hand and smiled, indicating that it was nothing.

"Miss Yunzhu, can't you speak?"

Seeing that Fan Yunzhu didn't speak, Zhao Lan couldn't help but ask.

It seems that until now, this Yunzhu girl has used body language to express, and more often than not, she has replaced it with a smile, and Zhao Lan has not even heard her snort.

Yun Zhu heard Zhao Lan's question, nodded with a slightly lost expression on his face, and then took out a scabbard-like thing from behind him, put it on the table in front of Zhao Lan, smiled at him, and turned back to the house.

Zhao Lan took the scabbard handed by Yunzhu in surprise, took it in his hand and looked it up and down, and then put the scabbard on the table.

"Is Miss Yunzhu mute?"

Zhao Lan looked at Fan Zhonglin, who was sitting at the table drinking tea, and asked in a low voice, "Is it born or acquired?" ”

Fan Lao sighed lightly, put down the teapot in his hand, motioned for Zhao Lan to sit down, and said to him, "I told you before, Yunzhu's father and brother were shipwrecked at sea. After that, Yunzhu didn't speak again. The old man looked at his pulse, and it seemed that his heart was stagnant and injured his throat. In order to cure her mute disease, the old man searched ancient books and tried for several years, but he found that there was no way to cure her symptoms. ”

After speaking, Old Man Fan glanced at the door, sighed again, a little depressed, and drank tea.