Han Yubing changed into a cyan cotton robe with light yellow piping, and walked into the "Zhao's Restaurant" outside Huaiyin City. At this time, it was just noon, and the number of customers in the store gradually increased.

"Yo, guest officer, please come inside!"

Han Yubing walked to the counter wordlessly, stretched out his right hand, and pressed a large silver ingot on the counter.

The shopkeeper was taken aback, "What does the guest officer order?"

"I'm going to go to the kitchen and make something to eat. "A word without temperature.

"This ......" The shopkeeper hesitated, he had been in this business for more than 30 years, how could he have heard such a bizarre request? Was he disgusted with the craftsmanship of the spoon, or was he afraid that their hands and feet would not be clean? If this matter was spread out, how would he open a shop in the future? Although the other party gave him 20 taels of silver, it was almost a month's profit......

A "snap" interrupted the shopkeeper's thoughts, and there were fifty taels of silver in front of him.

"I'm going to the kitchen and make something to eat. Han Yubing, a young man in Tsing Yi, still said that.

"Okay, good, good, guest officer, please!" The shopkeeper left the counter and let Han Yubing in: he couldn't get along with the silver, "Xiao Er, take this guest officer to the kitchen," there can't be no one on the counter, it just so happened that Xiao Er went inside to serve food, and the shopkeeper stopped him and ordered, "Take care of Da Liu: everything is with this master!"

"Okay!" Although Xiao Er didn't understand, he still readily agreed.

The shopkeeper happily returned to the counter, and while casually greeting the passing guests, he was secretly happy: he has made a lot of money today, even if he puts all the belongings in his kitchen, plus firewood, rice, oil, salt, and three old hens to be slaughtered, it is not worth three taels of silver.

Just as he was thinking about it, the chef in the store rushed out from behind, with an oily apron tied around his waist, "Shopkeeper, what do you mean? Let a descendant come and steal my job?"

"Shhh

"This ...... Alas!" Da Liu was speechless.

At this time, I heard the sound of "hula" and "zi" in the kitchen, and the shopkeeper knew that the young man in Tsing Yi had already started. I saw Da Liu shrug his nose vigorously and sniffed, his brows furrowed, and then rushed back to the kitchen in a hurry.

The shopkeeper on the counter also learned from Da Liu to sniff, but obviously didn't find anything, "The cook's nose is the spirit, hehe." He smiled self-deprecatingly, but immediately, his smile tightened, for he smelled a scent, a very strong, unfamiliar, but familiar fragrance to himself.

The other customers in the store had apparently smelled the sudden scent as well. One by one, they stopped their cups and chopsticks, stretched their necks and looked into the kitchen, and some people looked at the shopkeeper, hoping to get an answer from him, but the shopkeeper could only smile back with an embarrassed smile.

Then, several different scents wafted out one after another. The shopkeeper couldn't help but be secretly surprised: he knew very well that there were a few kinds of lettuce in the kitchen, and he really didn't believe that someone could make a different taste from the past. But the few meals that this young man cooks today, hey, you don't have to taste them, just smelling them can be a feast. But this "mouth" is only drooling.

Finally the noise in the kitchen stopped. It had only been a quarter of an hour since the young man came in, but everyone felt as if an hour had passed, probably from stretching their necks.

"Little Er!" beckoned inside.

"It's coming!" Xiao Er hurriedly walked in and walked in quickly, and came out with a small porcelain basin on a wooden tray, and everyone suddenly realized that the fragrance in the store was many times stronger, and the small second-hand was only holding a small pot of rice.

Rice, it's really rice, but there are a few dots of green in the rice.

Xiao Er put the rice on an empty table in the corner according to Han Yubing's instructions, and everyone's eyes followed Xiao Er to where again, Xiao Er turned around and served a few dishes, including five kinds of rice and vegetables. The others are: shiny green bean sprouts, tender yellow Gong pop chicken, green and red radish platter, and dark dried tofu. Looking at it, the saliva of the diners is getting longer and longer.

In the end, Han Yubing, who was wiping his hands with a white sweat towel, walked out of the kitchen, walked straight to his table, took the sweat towel into his arms, took out two chopsticks, and ate them by himself as if no one was around under the eyes of everyone.

Everyone also turned back with interest, and they couldn't just stare at other people, and watch them eat. But when I turned my head and looked at the food on my table, it was really tasteless, and I couldn't afford to move the cups and chopsticks anymore.

"Shopkeeper Zhao!" a young man dressed in a pale cyan shirt came in from outside the door and greeted, "Hey, it's so fragrant!

Shopkeeper Zhao hurriedly raised his eyes and looked, "Yo, Brother Zhou!" It seems that he is also an acquaintance, "This is made by the guests themselves." He leaned in and whispered.

"Oh?" The visitor looked around suspiciously, found Han Yubing, who was eating by himself, and walked straight to his table and sat down, "Ling Feng next week." ”

"Hmm. Han Yubing still filled his mouth with food, and hurriedly answered.

Zhou Lingfeng didn't feel that he was bored, and reached out to take the jar of "Zhuangyuan Hong" handed by Xiao Er according to his habit, "How can you eat without wine?" took two empty tea bowls from the empty table next to him, opened the wine jar, and poured two full bowls.

Han Yubing swallowed the food in his mouth hard, "I don't drink. ”

"Ah, if you have such a thing?----- don't drink when you eat? Brother, do you really not drink? Then I'll drink it myself!" Zhou Lingfeng did what he said, and dried out the two glasses of wine, perhaps because he thought that drinking with a teacup was too slow, or he felt that the table with four plates, a basin, and a wine jar was already very full, so he put the two tea bowls back on the adjacent table and drank them with the wine jar.

"Hey, it's good that the 'wine' is with me, otherwise it would have been wasted. Leng Buding Zhou Lingfeng came out with such a sentence.

Zhou Lingfeng alluded to the "Wine Chapter" in Wang Dian's "Book of Food", how could Han Yubing not hear it, but he still didn't make a sound, just buried his head in eating.

In this way, Zhou Lingfeng was talking nonsense while drinking, while Han Yubing was just eating and picking up vegetables, at most he just responded with "hmm" and "ah".

"Well, brother, your skills are really good!" Here, Zhou Lingfeng had already picked up a pair of chopsticks and ate them, "If I have such a unique skill, let me choose one more, hey, I still ----- to drink!"

"Brother Zhou!" a young man in a brocade robe walked by and greeted Zhou Lingfeng.

"Yo, isn't this the dragon of the 'Dragon Yin Tomb Mansion'? How can you come to this deserted village and wild shop?" Zhou Lingfeng put down the wine jar and said with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, junior brother, I didn't come here for you!" said the brocade-clothed young man "Long Da Shao" said with a smile.

"For my old Zhou, could it be that your kid wants to compare wine with me again?"

"Oh, I don't dare! Last time...... I entered the Central Plains this time on the orders of my father to go to Kongtong Mountain to pay homage to my master, and then by the way, I will catch up with Brother Zhou. Long Dashao explained.

"Hmph, for my old Zhou, it's not to give face to the old man Yi......" Zhou Lingfeng snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Brother Zhou, go to celebrate the birthday of Senior Yi, that's a matter on the scene, and besides, the younger brother is ordered by his father, so he can't help it!

"Long Da Shao is really good at talking!" Zhou Lingfeng said with a smile, "Come, sit down, what are you still standing?" said and moved the stool next to the table for "Long Da Shao".

"Oh, this brother is ......," "Long Da Shao" said Han Yubing.

"Hey, look at me! Come, I'll introduce you," Zhou Lingfeng still sat and said, "This is the famous 'Dragon Yin Tomb Mansion' lord 'You Long Jian'----- the son of Long Ziyou, Long Yuxuan, Long Da Shao." Long Da Shao, this is ...... Uh, this ...... Ao, by the way, Zhou hasn't consulted this benevolent brother yet?" said and looked at Han Yubing in the same way as Long Yuxuan, but he was sitting.

But Han Yubing didn't raise his head, still eating his meal, "Han Yubing." ”

"Oh, Brother Han! Haha, look at me, I just admired my brother's craftsmanship, and I forgot about it...... Hahaha......" Zhou Lingfeng laughed to himself.

Long Yuxuan still stood there without embarrassment, neither sitting nor standing.

"Hey, Long Da Shao, sit down!" Zhou Lingfeng, who had already picked up the wine jar again, shouted when he saw this.

Long Yuxuan took a step forward, and just when he walked around the stool and wanted to sit down, he suddenly felt a murderous aura coming straight towards him, so he took a step back as if reflexively, grabbed his saber with his left hand, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand. And the stool behind him was also kicked down, with a "bang".

At this time, Zhou Lingfeng had just brought the wine jar to his mouth, and when he heard the sound, he looked this way, while Han Yubing was always eating the food in front of him. The two of them seemed to be nothing, but it must have been one of them who emitted the fierce murderous aura just now, Long Yuxuan understood in his heart, but he couldn't be sure who it was. But he is not a mediocre hand, so he naturally knows that the murderous aura just now is just a flash in the pan and disappears immediately. He also has some friendship with Zhou Lingfeng, and the amount is not what he did. Then, this person should be Han Yubing, a young man with cold noodles who is proficient in cooking. However, when he Long Yuxuan and Han Yubing met for the first time, they didn't have any grudges, so where did this murderous aura come from? But one thing was clear: he didn't welcome himself.

Thinking of this, Long Yuxuan hugged his fists at the two and said, "Long still has something important to do, don't pass it away!"

"Long Da Shao, don't be in a hurry to leave! drink two glasses first......" Zhou Lingfeng still hugged the wine jar and said politely.

Han Yubing reluctantly squeezed out the cold two words, interrupting Zhou Lingfeng's chatter: "Don't send it!"

Long Yuxuan is worthy of being born in a martial arts family, and his cultivation is really home, and he still smiled slightly, "There will be a period later." Then he turned and departed. Immediately, four middle-aged men dressed as housekeepers hurriedly paid the bill and followed.

When Long Yuxuan walked to the door of the store, he inadvertently glanced back at Zhou Lingfeng and the others: Zhou Lingfeng was still holding the wine jar and raising his head to pour it, while Han Yubing was eating with his head slightly down.