Chapter 323:
Feng Jinlin warned Feng Jinlin for a long time. He didn’t let out a sigh of relief until Young Master Yan finished his meal and left. He was most afraid of a big-breasted girl complaining to Young Master Yan in public. If Young Master Yan knew that he poured a cup of soy milk on a busty girl, With Young Master Yan's methods, he might be thrown out of the restaurant directly.
If he hadn't offended the big-breasted girl that Young Master Yan knew first, when he saw Young Master Yan, Young Master Feng would have taken the initiative to make friends with him. Because he had a grudge with the busty girl, he didn't dare to take the initiative to increase his presence, lest he end up eating it. No need to walk around.
Young Master Yan's presence was like a mountain pressing down on him, making him unable to relax. Once he left, Young Master Feng felt relieved, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed. It was not easy to finally make it through.
However, he still didn't dare to be careless. After Yan Shao left, there was still Lan Shao. For the sake of the Feng family, Lan Shao probably wouldn't do anything to him directly. However, if he didn't understand current affairs and angered Shao Feng, what would happen to him? It's no better than offending Mr. Yan.
In order to protect himself, Mr. Feng did not dare to speak anymore, fearing that he would accidentally spill the beans and arouse Mr. Lan's disgust, so he calmly acted as an invisible companion, waiting for the food to arrive.
Mr. Lan was very quiet. He didn't ask Mr. Feng about his grievances with the little girl, nor did he comfort or give any advice. He positioned himself as a theatergoer and stayed out of the incident.
When their food was served, the two of them were speechless. After finishing the meal, Mr. Feng swiped his credit card to pay. Because he paid for someone he didn't know, he spent nearly 20,000 yuan in total. Fortunately, his family was rich, and that small loss was very important to him. It's just a drizzle.
After Mr. Feng finished paying the bill, Mr. Lan walked out of the restaurant with him. The cold wind was blowing outside and the sky was overcast.
"Master Feng, you are busy with your studies, so you don't need to accompany me in the afternoon. I will go for a walk." Master Lan did not get in the Feng family's car to go out for fun, and let the young man go first.
"Master Lan, it's cold. Otherwise, I'll let you drive the car yourself." Master Lan refused to accompany him, which made Master Feng's heart skip a beat. Was it because he poured soy milk on a busty girl in the store that made Master Lan hate him? ?
"No, it's troublesome to drive." Mr. Lan said calmly, put his hands in his pockets, turned around calmly, and walked calmly along the sidewalk along the street.
Master Lan did not want anyone to accompany him, but Master Feng did not dare to follow him shamelessly. His family repeatedly asked him to accompany Master Lan as his companion and guide. He would obey Master Lan no matter what. He did not dare to go against Master Lan's wishes. The figure walked away, got back in the Land Rover, and headed back to school.
After leaving Mr. Feng and walking alone, Mr. Lan walked along the street for a while, then turned a corner and turned through a large alley with many teahouses. He walked straight into a two-story brick and wood structure building with a plaque that read "Visitors from all over the world".
"Come from All over the World" is a teahouse. In winter, there are very few people drinking tea. There is no heating in the teahouse and the kotatsu is lit. Only a few old men sit around the kotatsu, drinking old tea and talking about old stories.
The old building without heating has more of a simple elegance.
The tea boy in a straight coat saw Mr. Lan and greeted the guests cheerfully: "Master Lan, Mr. Xuan has arrived. He is in the winter room on the second floor." Mr. Lan nodded, walked through the
lobby on the first floor, and stepped onto the ancient The thick wooden stairs make a slight sound all the way to the second floor. There are eight elegant rooms on the second floor, namely spring, summer, autumn and winter, plum, orchid, bamboo and pine.
There was a young man in a suit standing outside the Dongziya Room. It was winter, and everyone walking on the street was wrapped up in thick clothes. The young man only wore a shirt and a coat. He looked about twenty-five or six years old, and his face was cold.
When the young man saw Master Lan, he just lowered his head and called out "Master Lan", turned sideways, knocked on the door three times, and then gently opened the door of the private room, gesturing to invite in.
Lan Shao slowly walked to the Dongzi elegant room, stepped across the threshold, and entered the elegant room gracefully. The interior was elegant, with seats and tables, and a Yaoqin. The wooden windows were covered with gauze, and ancient paper-cut flowers were pasted. There is a suit jacket lying on the Taishi chair.
The indoor walls are covered with paintings, all with the theme of winter. There are mats and carpets in the room, and a rectangular coffee table. Sitting in the main seat is a beautiful young man with a jade face and red lips, and picturesque eyebrows. He is wearing a crescent white shirt and is wearing a straight face. It is as beautiful as a lotus and elegant in grace.
Stepping into the inner room, Young Master Lan walked to the table opposite the host, took off his shoes, sat down in front of him, and bowed to his host: "My sudden visit has disturbed Young Master Xuanyuan, so please forgive me for being disrespectful."
Mr. Xuan nodded indifferently: "Nalan Qingxi, let alone those who have some or not. It's not a secret that I went to Beijing to study cooking in August last year. If you didn't know that I was in Beijing, why bother going to the restaurant in person? Here, people are welcome to post."
"Young Master Xuan, this is really a misunderstanding. I was ordered to go to the capital just after leaving customs. I originally wanted to wait for a day or two before posting to visit the person on duty. Today the Feng family sent someone to accompany me. Walking around, I mentioned Young Master Xuan’s restaurant when I was recommending delicious food. I thought there were plenty of places to eat, so naturally it would be safer to go to a familiar place." "Forget it, it doesn’t matter whether you know that Young Master Xuan is in the
restaurant. Short In just one month, the Ji family, the Si family, the Jiang family, the Zhou family, the Chen family, and the Tantai family came to Beijing one after another as if they were invited. Now there is another Nalan family. Your families are really united. We have sent people to the capital to explore the way. Are all the family heads planning to come to Beijing for Maodong?"
Young Master Xuanyuan's tone was unpredictable, and Young Master Lan could not guess whether Young Master Xuan was annoyed by being disturbed frequently or because The reclusive Guwu family suddenly came to Beijing and caused some trouble to offend him. He didn't dare to answer the question rashly. He thought for a while before replying: "Young Master Xuanyuan's words are serious. I think it's because 'Reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles.' The ancient precepts, lest the disciples practice hard behind closed doors and find it difficult to make progress, they kicked the juniors out of the house to practice." The
contemporary Xuanyuan Young Master Xuanyuan Chenbei is a geek. He doesn't like to be confined to a room and practices hard, and prefers to be regarded as He has no good cooking skills, and always likes to study cooking. He has a tendency to neglect his job. However, he is extremely talented and has good cultivation at a young age. He is one of the top talents among his peers.
Even though every family in the ancient martial arts family has geniuses, their cultivation is not as good as that of Xuanyuan Chenbei, and his understanding is still slightly inferior. Because of his extremely high talent, no one in the ancient martial arts world dares to laugh at him even if the young Xuanyuan boy looks male and female.
The only talents who can match the talent of Young Master Xuanyuan are the geniuses of Fu Feng and Si. Unfortunately, due to age issues, the latter two are more than ten years older than the former. If they don't break up, they would be too embarrassed to talk to Young Master Xuanyuan. Compete with each other.
As members of the same family in the ancient martial arts world, Master Lan knew his own trade, especially since the Xuanyuan family was the current leader, and he would not be stupid enough to go against the young master of the Xuanyuan family.
"Don't give me any grand excuse to cover up your purpose. You are running to the capital one by one, just because someone suspected to be a disciple of the Immortal Medicine Sect appears in the capital. You want to look for them. How do you find people? I have figured out how to win people's hearts with their own magic, but I don't care about it.
Just remember that the Xuanyuan family will never allow the tragedy of decades ago to repeat itself. When the family is on duty, whoever wants to gain nothing for his own benefit will The selfishness that will be destroyed as soon as possible is plotting against the immortal genius. If anyone is quarrelsome in the capital, killing each other, framed and implicated innocent people, don't blame me for not giving you face and going on a killing spree." Mr. Xuan's face is like a crown jade, beautiful and elegant, as
if A beautiful woman, however, he suppressed his smile, his eyes were cold, and he showed a little momentum. The air in the huge elegant room instantly dropped below the freezing point, and his murderous aura was like ten thousand swords hanging in the air, invincible.
Young Master Xuanyuan’s skills have improved again!
The cold murderous aura filled the room, and Master Lan was secretly shocked. Xuanyuan Chenbei was originally a leader among the young generation of ancient cultivators. It had only been three years since they last saw him, and the murderous aura had almost condensed into actual strength. Compared with the last time, There will be qualitative changes.
His nerves were tense and he did not dare to be careless: "Young Master Xuanyuan is overly worried. The Nalan family only came to Beijing to visit friends and had no intention of killing or causing trouble." "That's very
good." Young Master Xuan looked at the fourth young master of the Nalan family. With a glance, he suppressed his coldness and shouted: "Ah Da, serve tea."
"Yes!" After hearing the young master's instructions, the young guard responded, walked quickly to the stairs, and sent a message to the waiter downstairs.
Young Master Xuan put away his warning-like murderous intent, and Young Master Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He came to Beijing this time just to find traces of the suspected heir of the Immortal Doctor Sect, and did not want to cause trouble. If Young Master Xuanyuan thought that the Nalan family wanted to Stirring up chaos and targeting the Nalan family would be a big trouble.
Young Master Xuanyuan is personally in charge of the capital, so he naturally listens to Young Master when he is in charge. However, the next heir of the Nalan family has not yet been established. Generally speaking, Young Master Lan's status is slightly lower than that of Young Master Xuanyuan. In addition, he and Young Master Xuanyuan We had no personal relationships in the past, so apart from reporting to the chief on duty on official business, there was nothing else to talk about privately.
The host and guest had nothing to say, so they seemed a little embarrassed.
The tea boys had already prepared everything. When they heard the young master's guard passing the tea, they immediately brewed a pot of tea, carried it to the second floor, and handed it to Ah Da. Ah Da carried the tea on the saucer into the Dongzi Room, serving the guests and the young master. The master made a cup of tea and retreated outside the door.
Young Master Xuan picked up the tea, made a "please" gesture, and drank tea with Young Master Lan.
The high-quality Dahongpao tea soup is bright orange and has the fragrance of tumult. One host and one guest, brewing three cups of tea in a row, the aroma is still strong.
After three rounds of tea, Mr. Lan took his leave. Ah Da saw the guest downstairs, and then was escorted out by the tea waiter.
Ah Da returned to the private room on the second floor and saw that the young master had no intention of returning to the restaurant. He took off his shoes and sat on the side of the coffee table to make tea for the young master.
Young Master Xuan held a warm tea cup and looked at the personal guard who lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "Ah Da, what is your impression of the disciples of Old Shan Weng?" Ah
Da raised his head slightly, slightly puzzled: "Young Master is Are you talking about Senior Zhongli's disciple Yan Xing?"
"Yes, I remember that a few years ago, my old family leader Yun You went to the old man's retreat place to talk about Buddhist scriptures with the old man. You should have seen him when you were with the old family leader that time. A disciple of the old man Shan Weng."
"Indeed." A trace of respect escaped from Ada's eyebrows: "That time I followed the old family master to visit the old man Shan Weng, and I was lucky enough to meet Mr. Yan, a disciple of the old man Shan Weng. However, the young master Yan was seriously injured at the time, and Shan Weng Old man Weng took his disciple to his side to recuperate. The old master once praised Young Master Yan as a good man with strong bones." "Did you talk
to Young Master Yan?" "
No, Young Master Yan was seriously injured at that time. He was unconscious more often than awake. I only met the old master when he went to visit Young Master Yan. Young Master Yan was not awake when the old master came down the mountain, so we had no chance to talk. I only remember Young Master Yan’s face." "I remember that the old master once said that Young Master Yan was poisoned
. , is there such a thing?"
"Yes, the old man Shan Weng said that he asked Master Qingyang to diagnose his disciple's pulse and said he was poisoned. He sighed that there was no trace of the immortal doctor and was nowhere to be found, so he could only watch his disciple suffer. , so far no one has confirmed that the Immortal Doctor has returned to the world, and it is said that Young Master Yan returns to live with the old man on time every year. It seems that Young Master Yan’s poison has not been cured yet.” “Do you know what kind of poison Young Master Yan was poisoned with?
”
"I don't know, even Master Qingyang can't solve it. It must be very difficult." "
Ada, do you think it is possible that Young Master Yan has found the immortal doctor, so the ancestor of the He family miraculously recovered?" "
Young Master, I think the possibility is very rare, and there are more chances of coincidence. If Master Yan finds the immortal doctor, the old man will definitely come out to visit him after hearing the news." "I always feel that the little girl accompanied by Master Yan today is
not Simple, do you think it's possible that the little girl is a disciple of the Immortal Medical Sect?"
"Young Master, I have no inner strength and can't do acupuncture. It is a certain fact that the little girl is a disciple of the Ancient Martial Arts. As for the possibility of saying that she is a disciple of the Immortal Medical Sect, it is unlikely. , The little girl is too young. At her age, it is not difficult to achieve a little success in martial arts with her talent. It is unreasonable for her medical skills to reach the level of a national expert at such a young age." "Forget it,
forget it, I won't bother. Guess who the little girl is. If the Nalan family has tipped off the news, the Guwu family will be enthusiastic to find out which sect the little girl is a descendant of. The Immortal Medicine Sect will also let those who came to the capital excitedly find it slowly. , Anyway, as long as they find out the results, I will know sooner or later."
"Young Master, I bet that if anyone said that the Immortal Medical School is not only good at medicine but also good at cooking, you would run faster than any other family to find him. I look for people more diligently than anyone else."
"Ada Ye knows me. I started my career as a cook. If I don't specialize in cooking, what else can I study? So, you guys should pay more attention to finding the immortal doctor. Pay attention to what those guys are doing. Young master, I still don’t listen to what’s going on outside the window and concentrate on studying cooking skills.”
“Young master, this is not a small blow to you. You have been studying cooking skills for many years, and the food you produce is mostly black food. , which makes people dare not compliment me."
"Anyone who dares to say that my craftsmanship is poor and that what I cook is dark cuisine must have not washed his eyes when he got up in the morning. Didn't you hear Chef Wen say that the pork stewed vermicelli I made is good? "
Young Master, I remember Chef Wen said that the pork vermicelli you make is basically good enough to be popular with people." "Does
n't it mean that you can be popular with people? Huh, my brain is getting worse and worse."
"Yes, yes, my little brain is not very bright. Young master, you are talented and smart. If your talent in cooking is as high as your martial arts understanding, I will definitely thank God and thank my ancestors." The young master makes up one thing every time. It’s a dark dish, and as a personal bodyguard, I’m “lucky” to be the first to taste it, but I’m tired and don’t like it!
"Forget it, I won't talk to someone like you who doesn't understand the style. I'll go back and continue to study cooking skills. Ah Da, why don't you wait for me to change my clothes?" After being poured a basin of cold water on him, Xuan Shao felt a little depressed. The art is obviously very good, why is no one appreciating it?
Ada held back his laughter, got up and put on his shoes, helped the young master get his coat, helped the young master get dressed, followed the young master who was occasionally arrogant, out of the private room and downstairs, left the teahouse and returned to the restaurant.
(End of chapter)