Lord of the Desert

Chapter 231 Chicken Soup
Three days later, on June 25, in Asahi Mansion in Xijing.

The training ground is full of setting sun.

Everyone washed up by the well in the backyard, passed by the aisle with thousands of flying flowers, and sat down in the main hall.

On the round table, cold dishes have been set.

As the host, Hong Fan and Wu Hongling sat on the left and right respectively.

"I learned that Yuan Xuesong was captured, and I was worried when I set out on the road."

He said, taking a sip of sour plum juice.

"So I deliberately took one more rest on the way to ensure that I have basic combat power when I arrive."

Hong Fan put down his glass and sipped it, feeling that the taste of the drink was too soft.

So he smiled flatteringly at Wu Ruyi.

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

"Sure enough, when I arrived at Qifeng Mountain, Lu Yunshi and the others were surrounded, and they cut through Yuan Xuesong's calf with a bloody finger."

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

"That bone chewer deserves to be listed on the evil list, and his one-on-one combat ability is much stronger than mine."

"Fortunately, they didn't know about my flying killing method, so I pretended to be a bluff and brought the first team out."

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

"I heard you say it so simply now, but I didn't know how dangerous it would be at the time."

He drank the sour plum juice in the glass in one gulp, but he also felt that it was not a good taste, so he looked across the table pitifully.

Wu Ruyi didn't talk nonsense, she just got up and refrigerated 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 this time?"

He took a sip and continued to ask.

"It's sixty."

Hong Fan nodded.

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

"The third team counts as normal missions, [-] points per person."

"I got sixty points for saving Yuan Xuesong."

Bai Jiaci was extremely envious when he heard this.

"A full sixty points, worth the usual two tasks!"

"Hey, last year each of us only got sixty honors of martial arts. You've only been here for three months, and you've already reached one hundred!"

"It's a pity that Director Jian refused to let us go..."

He sighed, feeling that the iced sour plum soup was tasteless.

Zhan Yuanzi shook his head again and again.

"Wu Xun has never been picked for nothing."

"If I were Director Jian, I would also choose Shi Yuanwei and the others. They are not mediocre at chewing bones or biting blood. If we were to go, it might not be so appropriate."

No one likes to hear ugly words.

But Wu Ruyi and Bai Jiaci knew that their teammates were to the point, so they could only eat their food in suspense.

At this time, footsteps came from 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 simmering for an hour on low heat."

She put 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 different colors.

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

"I'll serve you soup..."

Aunt Liu smiled and served Hong Fan a bowl first, which was given to Wu Hongling.

Soon, everyone got a bowl in front of them.

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

Everyone drank the soup separately, except for Hong Fan, everyone was shocked by the delicious taste.

"How can it be so delicious?"

Wu Ruyi muttered, and quickly swallowed another big gulp, then exhaled frosty air from her mouth.

"This is the best chicken soup I've ever had, Auntie is really good at cooking!"

She put down the bowl and praised loudly, the ponytail and eyebrows all danced.

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

When Aunt Liu heard this, her mouth was modest, but her face was full of smiles.

"Actually, the ingredients in the soup are all good—the chicken is raised at home, and there is also a good 'Xue Qun Xian' in it."

"Xuequnxian, is it a bamboo fungus?"

Wu Ruyi was very surprised.

"My family used to make stewed chicken with bamboo fungus, but shouldn't it have a soapy smell?"

When she said this, Aunt Liu became interested: "The mushroom cap and root of the bamboo fungus have a soapy smell, so these two parts must be cut off before cooking, and only the stalk is eaten..."

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

"what?"

When Wu Hongling saw her, her face blushed immediately.

"I, I know, I just like that smell!"

She stroked the hair on her cheek, and said confidently.

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

Wu Hongling glared at her daughter, then looked at Bai Jiaci.

"Compared with my aunt's today, I think each has its own merits."

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

Zhan Yuanzi kept an eye on his nose, his nose and his heart, and calmly added another bowl for himself.

Aunt Liu was worried about the peach blossoms and willow green, so she went back to the kitchen and continued to cook.

Everyone buried their heads in drinking the soup, but Wu Hongling was the only one who was very frustrated, so the chicken bones on the plate were the highest piled up.

When most of the dinner was eaten, Mr. Tang entered the courtyard and led a servant.

"Master, there is an invitation outside, and he said that he must deliver it to you."

he said outside the door.

Hong Fan nodded to Wu Hongling, got up and went out.

The young servant waiting in the courtyard looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing a silk robe that didn't fit well, but a piece of linen was exposed from the skirt.

"The young one came from the Lu residence, and was ordered by my young general to send invitations to Mr. Hong."

He bowed deeply, and said in a straight voice.

Hong Fan had never heard of the Major General of the Lu Mansion, but after receiving the invitation and looking at the signature, he discovered that it was Lu Yunshi.

The servant finished his mission and was rewarded with another coin, so he left happily.

Hong Fan read the invitation and returned to the table.

"You definitely can't figure out what's going on."

He smiled and tapped the red silk-wrapped invitation on the table.

"To thank me for saving Yuan Xuesong, Master Lu Yun invited our whole team to have dinner at Mingyue Tower!"

Everyone was stunned.

"Mingyue Tower? That's the most luxurious fireworks place in Xijing, a veritable gold-selling cave!"

Bai Jiaci said in surprise.

"Fireworks place? You know it so clearly, but have you ever visited it?"

Hong Fan asked curiously.

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

"I usually have a hard time buying two marrow washing pills, how can I have the money?"

When Bai Jiaci was spotted by his teammates and Si Ye, he blushed and called Qu Dao.

"I have a keen nose and a small pocket when I practice the "Dog Mijue", so I work part-time at the 'Hundred Flower Soul' in the city to test fragrances - Si Ye also knows about this."

The Baihuapo he is talking about is the most famous perfume shop in Xijing City, and Hong Fan has also heard of it.

"The most expensive rose dew and hundred-flower perfume sold in the store cost seven or eight taels of silver for a small bottle, and even poorer families rarely buy them."

Bai Jiaci continued.

"Only the girls from Mingyue Tower don't even ask the price when they come to shop!"

"Speaking of which, on the Qiqiao Festival on the seventh day of the seventh month, Mingyue Tower will hold a regular flower tasting party, and the banquets on that night will be several times more expensive than usual."

PS:

A few days ago I mentioned that writing was difficult. Many readers thought it was because of the difficulty in figuring out the words, but it was not.

It is relatively easy for me to write scenery and make some rhetoric, and it usually takes no time to form it at one time.

What is really difficult and able to establish characters 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 is enough to penetrate the back of the paper - but it just happens that it takes a lot of time to figure out that line.

As for rhetoric, for veteran authors, it is the least worth mentioning.

(End of this chapter)