Manchu traitor, how can you let me be the emperor of the ages

Chapter 94 Nine Vegetable Noodles
Yan Shifan wiped off his sweat silently, cooperating with you, you still have a back hand!

If you are not satisfied with what I gave you, why can't I still eat this meal today?

crunch~
The door of the small courtyard was opened, and Yan Yi, the long follower, walked in carefully holding a wooden sign. On the plate was a stack of chopsticks and three clean white porcelain bowls.

He came to the table and placed a porcelain bowl in front of each buyer, and each placed a pair of wooden chopsticks on the bowl.

He Shen lowered his head and saw that the bowl he was assigned still had a few cracks and a small gap on the mouth of the bowl, as if a piece of porcelain had been knocked off.

"Uncle Shi, my nephew will change with you, change with you."

Yan Shifan stretched out his hand hastily, and with a smile he replaced He Shen's bowl with his intact white porcelain bowl.

The corner of He Shen's mouth twitched, and he asked intentionally, do you still need this thing for dinner in your family?

It's just that it's too impolite to be a guest at someone's house after all.

Maybe this bowl is for drinking? ?
Unexpectedly, old man Yan looks gentle, and he can drink in a big bowl...

Just as he was thinking wildly, the courtyard door was opened again, and another servant of the Yan family walked in with a large white porcelain basin with a blue border.

"The meal is here!" Yan Song reminded them with a smile.

He Shen's eyes brightened even more, he didn't expect that Yan Laogou who usually picks and picks so much is so generous this time.

The rice is served in pots!

However, Yan Shifan on the other side had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

When the servant brought the porcelain basin to the table, several people looked into it together.

I saw a bowl of noodle soup in a large clean porcelain basin, with noodles floating in it, and three green leeks floating on top of the noodle soup.

He Shen scratched his head, thinking that he hadn't eaten any food or drink yet, so why did he start eating staple food?
But Yan Shifan seemed to think of something, and one of his eyes widened in shock.

Yan Song didn't pay so much attention. He picked up a chopsticks of noodles with a swipe of the ground, and put a leek into his bowl: "Don't be dumbfounded, and my lord! Eat!"

"This……"

Although He Shen was a little embarrassed, he still couldn't help asking tactfully: "Mr. Yan, the food hasn't been served yet!"

"Why don't we wait until the dishes are ready before we start?"

Yan Shifan stretched out his hand in horror, trying to stop his father's next words, but Yan Song didn't notice him at all.

"What are you waiting for?"

Yan Song smiled and said, "Isn't that all right?"

"what??"

He Shen couldn't hold back a little, and subconsciously leaned forward: "Yan Xiang, didn't you say that you want to treat me to a nine-vegetable banquet of noodles?"

"It's just a noodle, there's no food!"

"That's right!"

Yan Song didn't realize that something was wrong: "Leek fine noodles!"

"There are also leeks and noodles. I rolled the noodles myself, are they thin enough?"

The three of them were eating, and the eyes of the two of them were blinded by these words, and they almost lost their breath.

If the psychological endurance of the two fat people is even worse, the banquet may really become a banquet.

"father……"

Yan Shifan's voice was trembling: "You...why are you like this..."

"Our family is not short of money for a table? If you really don't have time, my son can do it for you!"

"Bastard! What do you mean there is no shortage of money for a table?"

Yan Song, who was demolished by his son, glared at Yan Shifan angrily: "Our family has no money at all!"

As he said that, he picked another leek from the pot, which he left for Yan Shifan, and now he can only confiscate this unfilial son's leek!

Yan Shifan supported his forehead with his hands, and his fat body swayed a few times.

The adults also trembled when they saw this, hurriedly picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked a chopstick noodle from the white porcelain basin, and took away the last leek by the way.

It's all here, you can't leave without eating!

It is better to be able to eat a root leek than to eat a bowl of dry noodles!
In this way, we are also the ones who have eaten Yan Song's fine noodles with leeks... No, it is Nine Vegetables Noodles!

If there is no leek, then not only fine noodles?
Put it into a bowl, and I took a bite of the noodles with the adults, but I felt that it was bland and tasteless, and it seemed that I was not willing to put salt!

However, Master He has the spirit of making fun of hardships. Even after eating such noodles, he can comfort Yan Shifan in turn: "Eat quickly, nephew, people are iron, and rice is steel."

"Ignore him!"

Yan Song was still angry, and while pawing the noodles in the bowl, he looked at Yan Shifan with hatred: "I have been spoiled by this bastard since I was a child, and I can't live a hard life!"

"This old man is the prime minister on the left. You and uncle are still ministers. Both of us can eat this side, but you can't!"

He Shen forgot to take a sympathetic look at Yan Shifan. With such a real father, it is really hard for you to grow into a fat man with a sound mind and a strong physique.

But after all, it was Lao Tzu who was training his son, so he didn't want to interrupt too much, so he could only keep his head buried in the noodles.

Try to eat another bowl.

It's just that Yan Song didn't expect that when Yan Song saw him burying his head in eating, he immediately didn't care about training his son, and hurriedly lowered his head and picked up the noodles in the bowl.

When Yan Shifan saw the posture of the two of them, he sighed quietly.

Well, other people's guests don't care anymore, so why should I care about it?
Eat it, if you don't eat it, you won't even be able to eat the noodles. No matter what, it's the noodles rolled by your father.

After all the leeks had been picked, the three of them gathered around a bowl of noodles in clear soup, and started fighting. The battle was getting hotter.

In the end, He Shen was superior and finished the noodles in the bowl first.

The noodles didn't even have a salty taste, he actually didn't want to eat after two mouthfuls.

But, after all, he came to Yan Song's house for dinner.

If you miss this time, you may have no chance in this life, and you must eat more.

Resisting a strong greasy feeling, Mr. He picked out a few more noodles with chopsticks from the porcelain basin, and Yan Song followed closely behind.

When Yan Shifan finished his bowl and wanted to choose again, he found that there was only clear soup left for the clear soup noodles.

"Hiccup~"

After eating and drinking enough, he had a big burp with the adults, and then hurriedly gagged his mouth.

The noodles in his belly almost came out of his throat and eyes.

Who can understand the nausea of ​​eating two bowls of thin noodles?
Now Master He feels like throwing up when he sees clear soup noodles, he thinks he never wants to eat clear soup noodles again in his life...

Yan Song's face was flushed red, and the taste was bland?impossible!He is used to it, and he can start to get down to business right away when he puts down his chopsticks.

Moreover, the reason why He Shen was invited to dinner today was not just for the gift from him.

"My lord, today's invitation is not just for this personal matter."

He Shen didn't want to talk about these things with him, he just wanted to go home and lie down, and digest the noodles in his stomach.

Yan Song didn't care about his thoughts, but said to himself: "Master He, do you know about the flooding of the Yellow River in recent days?"

"Know some."

He Shen resisted the feeling of bloated stomach, his brain was not bright enough: "Does Prime Minister Yan want to talk about disaster relief?"

(End of this chapter)