Three days later, June 25, Saikyo Asahi Mansion.

The martial arts training ground was already full of sunset.

Everyone washed up a little by the well in the backyard, passed by the middle road, and sat down in the main hall.

On the round table, the cold dishes have been arranged.

Hong Fan, as the master, and Wu Hongyan sat on the left and right.

"When I learned that Yuan Xuesong had been captured, I was worried when I went on the road."

He said, taking a sip of sour plum juice.

"So I deliberately took an extra rest on the way to ensure that I had basic combat strength when I arrived."

Hong Fan put down the cup and smashed the bar, feeling that the drink was too soft.

So he smiled flatteringly at Wu Ruyi.

The latter glanced at him, took the cup over, and with his fingers lightly grasped it, he covered the porcelain cup with frost.

"Sure enough, when I arrived at Qifeng Mountain, Lu Yunshi and the others were under siege, and they bit blood and cut through Yuan Xuesong's calf with one finger."

Hong Fan took back the cup and took another sip, raising his eyebrows beautifully.

"That chewing bone is worthy of being listed on the list of evil, and his one-on-one combat power is much stronger than me."

"Fortunately, they didn't know my killing method of flying in a clear situation, so I bluffed and brought the first team out."

Hearing this, Bai Jiaci couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Now I hear you say it simply, I don't know how dangerous it must have been at the time."

He drank the sour plum juice in the cup in one gulp, and felt that it was not a taste, so he looked at the other side of the table pitifully.

Wu Ruyi didn't talk nonsense, and simply got up and iced the whole pot of sour soup.

Bai Jiaci was overjoyed and hurriedly poured another glass.

"Hong Fan, I heard that you won sixty martial arts medals this time?"

He took a shallow sip and continued.

"It's sixty, yes."

Hong Fan nodded.

"Because of the poor execution of the first team, the last person only got half of the martial arts and twenty points."

"The third team is counted according to the normal task, and one person is forty points."

"I got sixty points for saving Yuan Xuesong."

Bai Jiaci was extremely envious when he heard this.

"It's sixty points, it's worth the usual two tasks!"

"Alas, last year, we only won sixty martial arts medals, and you have only been here for three months, and you are already a hundred!"

"It's a pity that Mr. Jian refused to let us go to ...... at that time"

He sighed, feeling that the iced sour plum soup was no longer tasteful.

Zhan Yuanzi shook his head again and again.

"Wu Xun has never picked it up in vain."

"If I were General Secretary Jian, I would also choose Shi Yuanwei and them - chewing bones and biting blood are not mediocre hands, if we are replaced, it may not be so appropriate."

No one likes to hear ugly things.

But Wu Ruyi and Bai Jiaci knew that their teammates were right, so they had to eat with their heads bored.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and it was Aunt Liu who came in with a porcelain basin and a stack of small bowls.

"The chicken soup is ready, and it has been simmered over low heat for an hour."

She placed the basin in the center of the table and lifted the lid.

The rich aroma suddenly burst out, making the air in the hall seem to be dyed with color.

Bai Jiaci's Adam's apple rolled, and he immediately forgot about Qifeng Mountain.

"I'll serve you soup......"

Aunt Liu said with a smile, first gave Hong Fan a bowl, and was given to Wu Hongyan.

Soon, everyone got a bowl in front of them.

Aunt Liu was not in a hurry to go back to the kitchen and waited at the table.

Everyone drank the soup separately, and everyone except Hong Fan was shocked by the deliciousness of the taste.

"How can it be so delicious?"

Wu Ruyi muttered, quickly endured the hot and drank again, and then spit out a burst of frost from his mouth.

"This is the best chicken soup I've ever had, and my aunt is really good at it!"

She put down the bowl and shouted praise, her ponytail and eyebrows dancing.

"Well, it's not that I'm good at it."

When Aunt Liu heard this, she was modest on her lips, but she smiled on her face.

"Actually, the ingredients in the soup are good - the chicken is home-raised, and there is a good 'snow skirt fairy' in it."

"Snow skirt fairy, it's Zhusun, right?"

Wu Ruyi was very surprised.

"My family used to make bamboo stewed chicken, but shouldn't there be a smell of soap?"

When she said this, Aunt Liu became interested: "The fungus cap and root of the bamboo sunflower smell of soap, so these two parts must be cut off before going to the pot, and only the stem ......"

Wu Ruyi opened her mouth when she heard this, and instinctively looked at her mother.

"Huh?"

Wu Hongyan was looked at by her, and her face suddenly turned red.

"I, I know, I just love the smell!"

She brushed the hair on her cheeks and straightened out.

"I think the chicken soup I made is okay, right?"

Wu Hongyan glared at her daughter and looked at Bai Jiaci.

"Compared with my aunt's today, I think they have their own merits."

The latter spat out a piece of chicken bone and replied.

Zhan Yuanzi looked at his nose and nose, and quietly added another bowl for himself.

Aunt Liu was not worried about the peach and willow green, and went back to the kitchen to continue to take charge.

Everyone drank the soup, but Wu Hongya was very depressed, and the chicken bones on the plate were also the highest.

When he was halfway through the dinner, the soup went into the courtyard and led the servant.

"Young master, there is an invitation card outside, saying that it must be delivered to you."

He said outside the door.

Hong Fan nodded to Wu Hongyan and got up to go out.

The little servant waiting in the courtyard looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he wore a silk robe that didn't fit well, but a piece of linen cloth was exposed in the placket.

"The little one came from Lu Mansion and was ordered by the young general of my family to send an invitation to Hong Gongzi."

He bowed deeply and said in a straight voice.

Hong Fan hadn't heard of any major general Lu Fu, so when he took the invitation and looked at the payment, he found out that it was Lu Yunshi.

The little guy completed his mission, got a reward of a penny of silver, and went away happily.

Hong Fan read the invitation and returned to the table.

"You can't imagine what it is."

He smiled and slapped the invitation wrapped in red silk on the table.

"In order to thank me for saving Yuan Xuesong, Lu Yunshi invited our whole team to eat in Mingyue Tower!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

"Mingyue Tower? It is the most luxurious fireworks place in the whole of Xijing, a veritable gold cave! ”

Bai Jiaci exclaimed.

"Fireworks? You know so well, but have you been there? ”

Hong Fan asked curiously.

He had heard from Zhuang Li's mouth about the chef of Mingyue Tower, but he had never been there.

"I can't afford to buy two myelin cleansing pills on weekdays, how can I have this money?"

Bai Jiaci was looked at by his teammates and Si Ye, and his face turned red and he shouted.

"I practice "Dog Imitation Technique" with a sensitive nose and a shy pocket, so I work part-time as a part-time incense examiner in the city's 'Hundred Flowers' - this is also known to the priest."

The Baihualuo in his mouth is the most famous perfume shop in Xijing City, and Hong Fan has also heard of it.

"The most expensive rose perfume and potpourri perfume sold in the store cost seven or eight taels of silver a small bottle, and even the poorer families bought less on weekdays."

Bai Jiaci continued.

"Only the girl from Mingyue Building didn't even ask the price when she came to purchase!"

"Speaking of which, on the Qiqiao Festival on the seventh day of the seventh month of July, Mingyuelou will routinely hold a flower tasting party, and the banquet that night is several times more expensive than usual."

PS：

I mentioned a few days ago that writing is difficult, and many readers think that it is difficult to figure out the text, but it is not.

Writing scenes and engaging in some rhetoric is a relatively easy operation for me, and it often takes no time to form it at once.

What is really difficult to set up a role for is the choices they make and the words they say in the situation.

Good writing doesn't need any bells and whistles, just a proper line of dialogue can penetrate the back of the paper - but it takes a lot of time to figure out that sentence.

As for the rhetoric or something, for the old author, it is the least worth mentioning.

(End of chapter)