The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 106 Eating
Yan Sanhe didn't care about Xie Sanye's thanks.

The Xie family has a great business, so are you afraid that the money will not be returned to her?

"Bring us half a pound of soju, and let everyone drink a little to go away the cold," she said.

Only then did Xie Zhifei realize that after Li Buyan withdrew the sword, he lay limply on the table with a gloomy look on his face.

"Man, half a pound of soju."

Turning around, he lowered his head and asked, "But I caught a cold."

Li Buyan smiled and said, "It's okay, just have a few sips of hot wine."

Under the table, Pei Xiao kicked Xie Zhifei again: "Why are you so good at martial arts, but you got sick? How strange!"

Xie Zhifei kicked back: You have to hold back any strange things about these two people.

When the wine is served, four people share it, and each person gets half a bowl.

Yan Sanhe poured half of his bowl to Li Buyan.

After Li Buyan drank it in one breath, he drank another bowl of hot soup, then stood up and said, "Miss, I'm going to bed first, I'm sweating."

"Take the quilt tightly. I'll come after I finish eating and dry my clothes."

Yan Sanhe watched her go upstairs. After hearing the sound of the door closing, she picked up her chopsticks and lowered her head to eat.

The food at Guanyi is far less good than that at the inn, and some of the dishes are cold, but no one can pay too much attention when away from home.

While eating, Yan Sanhe noticed something was wrong, and Youdao's eyes kept falling on her.

Yan Sanhe suddenly raised his head, but Xie Zhifei had no time to look away, and the two of them locked eyes.

"What are you doing, Mr. Xie, looking at me?"

"Are you always eating so slowly?"

Yan Sanhe wondered, "Is there a problem?"

Third Master Xie curled his lips and smiled, "It's better to take it slow. It's easy to digest and won't hurt your stomach."

What are you looking at?
Yan Sanhe felt that there was something strange about this man as soon as he came to the dinner table.

This is the case in Chunfeng Tower;
The same thing happened when we had lunch at Ji's house.

Xie Zhifei looked away, but was unwilling to give in and glanced at Yan Sanhe again.

Someone kicked him under the table.

He opened his eyelids and saw Pei Xiao blinking: Why are you staring at this girl while she's eating?
Third Master Xie: Why are you everywhere, eating your food!

Pei Xiao: You just looked at her again.

Mr. Xie gritted his teeth: You should go blind now!
The atmosphere was not right, Yan Sanhe raised his head again.

The two people standing next to them, one cooking rice and the other eating vegetables, looked unusually calm and calm.

They are all children and grandchildren trained by aristocratic families. Although they are usually crazy and naughty, they still have a lot of rules at the dinner table.

The two of them never made a sound of eating again.

In the silence, Yan Sanhe finally took the last bite.

She frowned, pouted slightly, then took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and stuffed the last bite in.

Chew the rice grains thoroughly and swallow them. She put down her chopsticks and said, "You guys eat slowly, I..."

"Yan Sanhe!"

Xie Zhifei suddenly stopped her: "When you took the last bite, why did you take a deep breath? Why did you close your eyes?"

Looking at her again?

Yan Sanhe was a little annoyed, "Xie Zhifei, why do you care about my food?"

Xie Zhifei was choked by the question and his eyes flickered a few times, "I don't want to do anything. I just happened to see it and asked casually."

Yan Sanhe hates it most when others treat her like a rarity and ask questions about her.

She stood up and said coldly: "Mr. Xie, if I don't come to test your depth, don't ask casual questions. It's good for everyone to save some face for each other."

After saying that, she flicked her sleeves and turned to leave.

The men's clothes were obviously too big, and they looked like a monk's robe on her, and the sleeves were swaying in a funny way.

Xie Zhifei looked away and bumped into Pei Xiao again.

With two people missing from the table, Pei Xiao could finally speak openly.

"Thank you fifty, something is wrong with you!"

"What's wrong?"

Pei Xiao leaned forward, "Tell me the truth, are you treating Yan Shenpo..."

"Don't think about it!"

Xie Zhifei's usually smiling face suddenly turned gloomy: "I don't mean that to her!"

"really?"

"It's absolutely true!" "Is it really true?"

Xie Zhifei clapped his chopsticks and raised his eyebrows: "Pei Mingting, you damn..."

"Okay, okay, let me talk."

Pei Xiao raised his hands in surrender.

"I'm going to dry the clothes in the back. I'm wearing these shabby clothes. I need some materials, and I have to work but I don't have to work. It's better to be comfortable in my own clothes. Have you eaten enough? Let's go together."

“You’re full of what you’re going to eat, and the wine isn’t finished yet!”

Xie Zhifei poured Pei Xiao's remaining wine into his own bowl and took a big gulp.

The wine burned down his throat and into his internal organs, creating an irritable and indescribable dry fire.

He put the bowl down heavily and walked straight to the eaves.

The rain was still falling with no sign of stopping, and the cold wind made me feel a little shivering.

He knew exactly what he was upset about.

The way she looked at the mouthful of rice and whether she wanted to eat it looked very much like that person.

First he frowned, then raised his lips slightly, then a look of surrender appeared on his face, and finally he closed his eyes and flicked his chopsticks.

Every step is exactly the same, but the person is clearly not that person. That person has long been...

Footsteps came from behind.

"Pei Mingting, you damn can't let me..."

Xie Zhifei turned around suddenly.

Yan Sanhe took half a step back and said with a stiff face: "I came to tell you that we will leave a little later tomorrow."

Xie Zhifei quickly calmed down, "Are you afraid of Li Buyan..."

"Yes."

"You don't need to tell me about such a small matter, just make your decision."

His voice was a little cold, but Yan Sanhe's voice was even colder than his, "In my opinion, anything that affects the process is not a trivial matter. I don't want to disturb Mr. Xie's meditation."

Okay, more irritated.

The cold wind can't hold it down.

Xie Zhifei's chest rose and fell.

……

The stove is in the kitchen.

Yan Sanhe moved a bench and put their clothes on it one by one.

Clothes are easy to dry, but shoes are not.

Yan Sanhe held two pairs of brocade shoes in his hands and turned them over over the stove to bake.

"Yan Sanhe."

As Pei Xiao's voice fell, he also squatted down, holding two pairs of soap boots in his hands, "Move over and give me a seat."

Yan San closed his hands and retracted them, while Pei Xiao stretched out his hands.

All is well!

Nothing is nothing, but there is nothing to say.

Mr. Pei was most afraid of being speechless. How embarrassing it was. He coughed and said, "Um... about the meal, I will thank you fifty to make amends for you."

Yan Sanhe didn't even raise his eyelids.

"He's not like this usually. His little mouth is like honey. As sweet as it is, I would say he was reincarnated as a bee spirit."

Mr. Pei chuckled and said, "Isn't it normal to go out and get wet in the rain?"

Yan Sanhe raised his eyes coldly.

"Really, I didn't tell lies."

Mr. Pei nodded seriously, "As soon as this person is exposed to the rain since he was a child, his brain will immediately become abnormal. If he gets sick, it is not a minor illness."

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Hey, why are you like this?"

Lord Pei didn't like hearing it.

"It is said that it takes a hundred years to cross the same boat. We escaped the rain and disaster together, ate at the same table and roasted our shoes on the same fire. This fate must last 500 years."

Yan Sanhe really didn't know what this man wanted to say with his hammer and stick.

"so what?"

(End of this chapter)