I'm in Daqin, Did You Tell Me That School Starts?

　　All of this made Ying Zheng completely stop the movements of his whole body.

　　All that is left is to see with the eyes and hear with the ears.

　　"What is this? Why is someone singing inside?"

　　"What is this? Why does everyone take it to see it when they walk? Don't you need to look at the road when you look at this thing?"

　　Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Ying Zheng turned on the questioning mode.

　　If you catch anything, ask quickly.

　　After a while, Ying Zheng pointed to a group of men and women who were filming a certain audio and video and said in surprise:

　　"What are they doing? Why are they twisting in public? Could it be that something happy isn't happening?"

　　"Yes, they are happy!" Ye Chen glanced at him, smiled, and then dragged Ying Zheng to a barber shop: "Brother Zheng, come, let me get a haircut."

　　"A haircut?" Ying Zheng obviously hadn't heard the word before and asked again, "What is a haircut for?"

　　Ye Chen blinked: "It's just a haircut."

　　"Let it go... let it go!" When Ying Zheng heard this, he became anxious and clutched his brain: "No, no, I can't cut my hair!"

　　Looking at Ying Zheng's resolute and determined expression, Ye Chen thought about it and said:

　　"It's okay not to cut it, but it doesn't matter if your hair is loose. I'll find someone to tidy it up for you."

　　Ying Zheng nodded.

　　Soon, Ye Chen pulled Ying Zheng into a barber shop.

　　"Hello sir, may I ask you to cut or dye your hair?"

　　"Cut your hair." Ye Chen looked around, but was very satisfied with this barbershop, and then pointed at Ying Zheng:

　　"This one can just wash his hair and twist his hair up. No cut, no perm or dye."

　　"Ok sir."

　　Soon, someone led Ye Chen and Ying Zheng to wash their hair.

　　After washing his hair, he sat in the barber area, and the person receiving Ye Chen was a lean and energetic little brother, but he was very enthusiastic.

　　"Hello sir, I'm Tony, the head barber of our shop, and it's a pleasure to serve you."

　　"okay."

　　Ye Chen looked at the little brother in the mirror, and both seemed to see something strange.

　　The little brother was about to speak, but Ye Chen said first:

　　"No perming, no dyeing, no membership, no discounts, no discounts, I just cut a board size."

　　Sure enough, what the little brother didn't say, he was suffocated in his stomach.

　　After the silence, he started to give Ye Chen a haircut silently.

　　In that room, Ying Zheng also came out.

　　Brother Zheng mumbled while holding a towel and wiping his hair awkwardly:

　　"The level of washing my hair is too bad compared to my personal maid!"

　　"But what do you wash it with? It smells so good."

　　Soon, Ying Zheng sat on a chair.

　　Then there was a man with shawl-long hair, a scary white face, and lipstick swaying over.

　　"Hello sir, I'm Andy, your barber this time~ You can call me An An, or Xiao Di~"

　　Looking at this bitch, Ying Zheng stared at the boss:

　　"What the hell are you?"

　　The barber named Andy actually laughed instead of getting angry.

　　In addition, the laughing flowers trembled, patted Ying Zheng's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Aiya, I hate it~ Why do you say that to others!"

　　"Hu... nonsense!"

　　Ying Zheng jumped up from his chair with a 'smack' sound, and ran several meters away in three steps.

　　Then he stared at the man in a daze, with a shocked look on his face:

　　"Are you... a male or a female? A human or a ghost?"

　　Ye Chen saw it on the side and didn't care about getting a haircut, so he hurriedly stood up and ran to Ying Zheng to explain.

　　"Brother Zheng, this is a man, ahem, it should be a man."

　　When Ying Zheng heard the words, his expression was as if he had eaten a dead fly. He turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Eunuch?"

　　Ye Chen was stunned, shook his head and said, "Should... not."

　　"Good guy, Zhao Gao is more like a man than him!"

　　Seeing that Ying Zheng was dead and unwilling to go there again, Ye Chen had to ask the barber shop to change Ying Zheng's hair.

　　This time, there was finally nothing wrong.

　　Ten minutes later, Ye Chen wore a refreshing head.

　　Fatty Ying successfully combed his hair into a bun, not counting the beach shorts and wide overcoat he was wearing.

　　Rather like a fat priest.

　　But it finally looks more pleasing to the eye.

　　"Administrator, let's go to dinner next."

　　Ye Chen pointed to the street in front of him, and said proudly:

　　"You can eat whatever you want, I'll treat you today!"

　　After all, there are [-] million people, and Ye Chen can be said to be rich now.

　　In particular, this [-] million has to be spent within three days, otherwise it will disappear.

　　Marven Ye doesn't even take money seriously.

　　However, for Ye Chen's lavishness, Ying Zheng did not dump him at all.

　　Glancing at Ye Chen, Fatty Ying snorted coldly:

　　"It's like I've spent my whole life, um... I've spent money on food in my life."

　　Ye Chen touched his nose and said so in his heart.

　　Not only do you not pay for food, but you also want to eat what you want.

　　When it comes to eating, Ying Zheng is really motivated.

　　While gearing up to look left and right on the street, he smiled and said:

　　"I don't know if two thousand years have passed, what is delicious."

　　Ying Zheng walked while watching, and finally, he walked in front of a hot pot restaurant, smelled the fragrance inside, and could no longer walk.

　　"Spicy and appetizing!"

　　Ying Zheng clapped his hands and pointed to the hot pot restaurant called 'Chuanshu Taste': "Today's lunch is all about it!"

　　After saying that, he walked inside with his hands behind his back.

　　Beach pants, a big coat, and a bun are full of style, just like a social boss.

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Chapter 8

　　In the hot pot restaurant, Ye Chen and Ying Zheng were sitting in a private room.

　　There was already a large pot on the table in front of the two of them, and Ye Chen specially ordered a very spicy pot.

　　In the Qin Dynasty, there was no chili, only Chinese prickly ash and Zhu Yu were used as spicy condiments.

　　But at that time, it was rarely used, and people didn't know how to season it.

　　Even if Ying Zheng had eaten Chinese peppercorns, he might not have liked it.

　　Ye Chen intentionally made Ying Zheng appetizers and tasted the charm of this chili.

　　But at this time, as the dishes were served one by one, Ying Zheng pouted.

　　"I thought it was delicious, but it turned out to be boiled meat!"

　　"This, I'm tired of eating it!"

　　Fatty Ying tapped the pot with his chopsticks and swept over the slices of beef, mutton and green vegetables, showing a lack of interest.

　　Ye Chen smiled and said, "You'll know if you taste it."

　　Seeing that the pot finally boiled, Ye Chen put the loin slices, belly slices, fat beef and mutton, and shrimp slippery into the pot.

　　Then hand Ying Zheng a bowl of sesame paste.

　　"What's this for?"

　　Fatty Ying stretched out his finger, twisted it a little, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his eyes suddenly lit up.

　　"Hey, this is good."

　　Ye Chen looked at him contemptuously: "This is for dipping later."

　　"That's it." Ying Zheng nodded, not feeling embarrassed, but looking forward to this meal.

　　The hot pot is boiling, and white smoke is floating between the two of them.

　　On the contrary, the meat slices in the pot were constantly tumbling and seemed to be full of vitality.

　　Ye Chen silently counted the number of times the meat slices tumbled and observed the color of the meat slices.

　　When is the most tender meat and the best taste, Ye Chen is an expert in this regard.