Yuwen Zhengji, who didn't talk or mess up, narrowed his eyes and looked at the old beggar Yan Xi brought.

I saw that he was wearing a shirt that had been torn into strands, and he couldn't see the color at all. The legs of his pants were long and short, full of holes and sludge, and even the exposed skin was covered with a thick layer of mud, even from such a distance, he could smell the smell of his body.

Every joint on his body was high and protruding, and he could almost see how the bone seams were connected, because he was so thin that the whole person was like a skeleton of bones.

The gray, thinning hair stuck to the scalp in a mess, and the eyes were slightly blue from long-term hunger.

The beggar, who was already half-dead, was inexplicably brought to this luxurious mansion, and he himself was terrified, and his body could not help but tremble like chaff.

But when he was brought to the table, he saw the food, smelled the food, his eyes flashed greedily, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth flowed uncontrollably, and he looked more like some kind of animal.

"Are you hungry?" Yuwen Zhengji lazily asked the old beggar: "Do you want to eat these things on the table?" ”

"Yes, yes!" The old beggar opened his mouth to speak, but with a large mouthful of saliva flowed onto his placket, and dripped to the ground like a waterfall, and there was an uproar.

This scene deeply shocked everyone present, because the picture sense is so strong.

"Move him a chair and let him sit down and eat!" Yuwen Zhengji commanded.

"Yes! Son! The servant agreed, and brought a chair for the old beggar to sit on.

"These are delicious," the old beggar pointed suspiciously to a large table of delicacies in front of him, and put his hands on his chest a few more times, as if to bring them all over, "Can I eat them all?" ”

"Of course, it's all yours!" Yuwen Zhengji said with his eyelids down.

"Ho-ho," the old beggar almost went crazy with joy: "I'm lucky, I'm really lucky!" ”

There is nothing more satisfying and satisfying than giving food to a man who is desperately hungry.

I saw that the old beggar didn't even use chopsticks, and his hands as thin as a bird's claws stretched out directly to the plate in front of him.

It was a plate of pear cake with jade juice, which was very soft and sweet, and it was also very easy to digest.

"Woo, it's so delicious, there are still such delicious things in the world!" The old beggar said vaguely as he ate.

It only took two or three bites to solve a plate of pear cakes, and then he opened his bow left and right, grabbed a steamed pigeon in his left hand, and carried a crispy hoof in his hand.

The beggar is most hungry for meat, so he bypasses all the food with vegetables.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, the old beggar munched as if no one was around, and he swallowed the hooves and suckling pigeons in his hands with astonishing speed.

Then he scooped up a fist-sized beef tiger head ball, and swallowed it in his mouth in three or two strokes.

Yuwen Zhengji watched him, watched him swallow desperately, watched the meat residue soup dripping all over his beard, and watched him have a very obsessive and satisfied smile on his face.

"He's so happy now!" Yuwen Zhengji said in his heart.

The meal that he doesn't want to touch with a single chopstick is the ultimate happiness for the old beggar.

The ecstasy of the old beggar in the face of these foods, Yuwen Zhengji has not lived until now.

Don't say it's about food, it's about rare treasures, and he has never been so obsessed with pink beauties.

When his parents gave him this name, they also considered that he would no longer struggle for wealth in his life, nor did he need to seek any fame, and the biggest challenge for him was himself, so he named him Zhengji, which means conquering himself.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Yan Xi stepped forward to ask Yuwen Zhengji, who had lost his mind.

"What's wrong?" Yuwen Zheng relieved himself.

"Young master, you can't let him eat it anymore, if you eat it again, you will die!" Yan Xi reminded.

Yuwen Zheng looked at the dining table and saw that the old beggar had emptied more than a dozen plates in front of him, and he did not slow down his eating speed in the slightest.

"Take him down, don't let him eat any more!" Yuwen Zhengji instructed: "Find a doctor for him to take a look at it, don't accumulate food." ”

Two little men came over and took the old beggar by the arm and tried to take him out.

"I'm not leaving! I'm not going! I haven't eaten enough! The old beggar struggled and threw himself back to the table: "It's delicious! These things are so delicious! ”

"You can't eat any more, you'll die if you eat it again!" He took his little servant and said to him.

"I'm willing to die! I'd rather die! "The old beggar struggled, almost mad.

"Quick! A few more people, carry him down for me!" Yan Xi hurriedly ordered beside him, he was afraid that this old beggar would affect Gongzi's mood.

"Let go of me! Let me go! Please, let me go! The old beggar cried bitterly: "Let me die, let me die, I want to die in my dreams!" ”

"Bring him all these meals," Yuwen Zhengji instructed, "but send someone to watch over him, and don't let him eat too much at once." ”

"Childe is really compassionate," Yan Xi said on the side: "This old beggar doesn't know what blessings he cultivated in his previous life. ”

I don't know what blessings I cultivated in my previous life? Yuwen Zhengji pondered this sentence repeatedly, and everyone said that it was because he had accumulated virtue and cultivated blessings in his previous life that he would be reincarnated into a good family in the next life, so he must have done countless good deeds in his previous life to become the eldest young master of the Yuwen family.

But what about happiness? Who stole his own happiness?

"Call me Ginger!" Yuwen Zhengji commanded: "After he comes, you all go down!" ”

The servants who served the meal removed everything from the table with their hands and feet.

"Childe has found another surnamed Jiang," Walking out of the door, the two maids muttered in a low voice: "I wonder if he can survive today?" ”

"Who knows, anyway, I think Childe is very wrong today," the other said his judgment: "How to say it, it's like a very heavy day that is cloudy, although it hasn't rained yet, but it makes people look very scared." ”

"Yes, yes, I think so too, just asking a beggar to come into the house for dinner is too surprising," and then a maid who came up also joined the discussion: "They all said that the surname Jiang is very evil, and it will bring the son to ruin!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, who is our son, how can he bring it to anyone casually!" Someone disagreed, and immediately retorted: "But today he hasn't made Childe laugh, nor has he made Childe feel happy and satisfied, right?" I see, from tomorrow onwards, we will have another messenger in our house! ”