I'm dressed as the villain of the novel

Chapter 164 The Hateful Qin People

Nan Yingluo couldn't help crying and laughing when she saw him fooling the postman so much.

Unexpectedly, Kong Xuan next to him said with a surprised face: "Young Master Zhao, you actually passed such a job to a stranger so easily?"

Nan Ying was taken aback when she heard the words, and then she realized it.

She only saw the smoky smoke standing behind the grill, but didn't think much about it.

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that Xin Zhao was not talking nonsense when he said that this is a job.

And although this business seems simple, if he didn't tell the Yi Cheng about the spice recipes of Xin Zhao, he might not understand it even if he watched it from the side.

But now that this postman has mastered this business and the formula, and has carried it forward, he is probably much better than the postposter in such a small town.

No wonder the postman who was fooled into working and still smiling all over his face made the other postmen next to him so envious.

While speaking, Xin Zhao had already walked towards the three of them with the meat skewers.

"how do you feel?"

Xin Zhao asked with a smile while distributing the meat skewers to the three.

It was already dark at this time, but because several lanterns were lit in the yard, it was as bright as day, and the moon and stars were scarce in the sky above.

There was a gust of evening wind blowing in the courtyard. Everyone was eating skewers and drinking cold sweet potato wine.

Kong Xuan couldn't help admiring: "Young Master Zhao is worthy of being a wealthy man, he really has a lot of elegance."

Xin Zhao chuckled, and said in his heart: "This is called elegant fun. In future generations, this is probably the fun that most people at the lowest level can enjoy, but in this world, they are praised as rich and noble people."

However, most people in this world are indeed as dark as the world outside the hospital.

Xin Zhao gave a wry smile, then shook his head and said, "This is not called elegance, this is called life, and it is the life most people should have, but they haven't, that's my responsibility."

Hearing his words, everyone couldn't help looking at him together.

There was some shock in my heart.

And Nan Yingluo felt a little sad, she wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Xin Zhao casually ejected a bamboo stick with no flesh, and said nonchalantly, "I came to this world too late!"

Everyone couldn't help being startled again when they heard the words.

Kong Xiao couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration: "Young master is really kind-hearted!"

Xin Zhao chuckled, noncommittal, and then shouted into the distance: "Old Cao!"

"coming."

Cao Xiong hastily called a postman to take over the work of roasting meat for him, and then briefly instructed the latter how to operate it, and trotted over with a plate of roasted meat that had been tested.

"Young master, noble daughter, try it, this old slave made it with his own hands, let's see how it tastes."

After speaking, she looked at Xin Zhao and Nan Luoying expectantly.

Xin Zhao glanced at him with a smile, then picked up a bamboo stick and put it in his mouth.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, and he unexpectedly tasted very good.

He couldn't help giving Cao Xiong a thumbs up and praised: "Not bad."

As he spoke, he inserted another piece, put it in his mouth, and praised while eating: "Old Cao, you have finished your craft. When you go back, you can also make it for Qing Yu and Yuyan, and teach it to San Niang by the way, so that she can add it to the table." Go to the menu!"

"Here."

Cao Xiong smiled until his eyes narrowed.

Zhao Xin then turned to Nan Luo Ying and the others and said, "Luo Ying, Kong Xiao, Kong Xiao, you should try it too."

The three of them were not polite when they heard the words.

Cao Xiong, on the other hand, was very happy to see Nan Luoying eating her own barbecue, but it made him feel a little distressed when the Kong brothers and sisters ate it.

This was obviously made by our family for His Majesty and Your Lady, but it was eaten by these two people who didn't know what to do, and they didn't even refuse.

But in front of Xin Zhao, he naturally didn't dare to say anything, instead his face was full of smiles.

On the contrary, Xin Zhao seemed to see through him, glanced at him with a half-smile, and then said with a casual smile: "Go and invite the old man during the day, and just say that he told us so many things during the day. Buy him a drink!"

"Here."

Cao Xiong agreed again, then turned around and left.

"Honorable Master invites me to drink wine, old man?"

Xin Zhao and others made noise in the yard, the old man naturally heard it, but Xin Zhao invited him to drink, but he didn't expect it.

Although the bursts of fragrance, not to mention him, I am afraid that everyone in this station is drooling.

But when someone like Xin Zhao invites him to drink, the old man hesitates.

"I'm afraid that my old man's status is humble, and I dare not invite you as a respected master."

Cao Xiong smiled proudly when he heard the words, and said lightly: "Old man, there is no need to look down on yourself, in fact, everyone in the world is the same in the eyes of my young master."

"Hehe, everyone in the world is the same, respecting the master is really bold."

The old man was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled.

But then his old eyes narrowed slowly, and he still shook his head and said: "But I still dare not go, the so-called courteous people must ask for something. I'm an old soldier, so I dare not go."

Seeing what he said, Cao Xiong became a little impatient, but when he thought of Zhao Xin's order, he could only smile patiently: "Old man, you don't need to worry about it, my son is just thanking you for what you said during the day, and I just thank you with bouillon.

Besides, since you know that my son is an honorable person, what else can you ask for?
At most, I just ask the old man some questions, and the old man can answer truthfully, my son will never make things difficult for you by degrading his status. "

The old man nodded and said, "It makes sense.

Forget it, since it is a noble person's invitation, if my old man still pushes back and forth, he will be ignorant of flattery. "

At the same time, in another post house in the post station, a strong man dressed in native costume was also sitting around the table with an old man also dressed in native costume, and a young man with slightly dark skin and a fit body. sit.

The strong man and the old man are also drinking like Xin Zhao and others.

However, the food served with the wine was rough, it was a large piece of boar pork, boiled with a bunch of various wild vegetables.

There is also a bowl next to it, which contains a little, thick and black salt grains.

This is already a delicacy for the natives.

In fact, for most Qin people, this is also a delicacy that cannot be found.

But today, smelling the fragrance wafting in from the outside yard, the strong man always felt unwilling to eat.

I cut a piece with a knife and put it in my mouth. After chewing for a long time, I couldn't chew it well, so I couldn't help but spit it out on the ground in a gulp.

Then he stabbed a piece of white meat with a knife angrily, and said angrily: "These Qin people are really hateful, even eating something makes such a big noise!"

The girl was eating meat sullenly, when she heard the words she raised her head and glanced at him, pouted and said, "Father, you are such a waste!"

The strong man glared at her and snorted coldly, "Eat yours!"

The girl was not convinced when she heard the words, she turned her head and said to the old man, "Grandpa, look at Dad!"

Hearing this, the old man slowly cut a piece of white meat, then took a little salt from the bowl, sprinkled it on the meat, took a bite, and then said slowly: "Every meal and dish is a gift from the mountain god, don't waste it." , otherwise the mountain god will be angry!"

The strong man was slightly silent when he heard the words, and then he picked up the knife to cut the meat again, but the old man suddenly stopped and looked at him coldly.

The strong man stopped involuntarily, and then glanced at the half-chewed piece of meat on the ground, the muscles on his face twitched, "No way, Father, you don't want me to..."

(End of this chapter)