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Chapter 1512 Self-inflicted humiliation

The two people next to Feng Yanhui were both wearing Taekwondo uniforms with black borders and white bottoms. They were short and tall, short and lean, and were about in their twenties.

The taller one is older, probably around forty, with a big face, slender single eyelids, and an arrogant look.

Big Pancake nodded slightly towards Ye Fan, and then his eyes stayed on Zi Ling'er and Zhu Wanting.

"Uncle, what are you looking at?

!”

Zhu Wanting raised her eyebrows, "I've never seen a beautiful woman before!"

"My master doesn't speak Chinese, please forgive me."

Feng Yanhui explained on behalf of the big-faced man, "Please take a seat, everyone."

The master was placed in the first seat, with Ye Fan sitting opposite, with Zhu Wanting and Zi Ling'er on the left and right.

The servants quickly served the dishes. This banquet mainly focused on seafood, including baked flower crabs with soy sauce, squid rolls with sweet pepper, braised lobster, Moscow red grilled fish, and steamed sea bass.

In addition, there are also famous domestic dishes such as braised lion head and mapo tofu.

"It's very simple and simple, so please don't be polite.

Ling'er..." After Feng Yanhui finished speaking, he took a piece of tender and smooth seabass and put it in Zhu Wanting's bowl. He smiled slightly and said: "Uncle Liang's seabass is the best in the coastal area, you can try it."

Zi Ling'er frowned and said politely: "I'm sorry, I want to lose weight.

Why don't you, Mark, help me eat it?"

Ye Fan immediately snatched the piece of seabass from her bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it in several mouthfuls, and snorted disdainfully.

"It's tough and woody. It must have been ripened by pesticides at the Zucchini Village Farm. It only costs a few yuan a pound in the market. No matter how good the craftsmanship is, it won't taste good."

Feng Yanhui was so angry that he pretended not to hear and turned around to greet his master and senior brother.

Ye Fan picked up a lobster and said, "Ha, the color is so bright. It's obviously a glue-injected lobster. Even a few more spoons of pepper can't cover it up."

Zhu Wanting's chopsticks, which were originally reaching for the pot of braised lobster, stopped in mid-air.

Feng Yanhui was dripping with cold sweat and said quickly: "Ms. Zhu, don't listen to his nonsense. This is airlifted from Australia. It has been put on the market after passing four levels of quarantine. You can eat it with confidence."

Ye Fan picked up another flower crab, peeled off the shell and chewed it up.

"The salt taste is a bit strong, the crab meat is overcooked, the sauce is too strong, and the crab shells are not properly processed... Xiao Feng, you are a cook hired from the factory canteen, right? His craftsmanship is not up to par!

If you go to a food stall to cook, you have to be beaten to death by customers with sticks?" Feng Yanhui thought to himself that Uncle Liang was the chef hired by his father from a five-star hotel. If you compare him with a food stall, he would be down several levels. That's not true.

Is this really the difference between the Wu-Tang Clan and the Feiyu Clan? Don’t be as knowledgeable as a fool and endure it.

Ye Fan filled a large bowl of rice and pointed out the "shortcomings" of the dishes while eating. At one time, he said that the ingredients for the grilled fish were not fresh enough, at another time, he said that the braised lion's head was too greasy, and at another time, he said that the squid rolls were old items from the cold storage fifteen years ago.

Feng Yanhui was so angry that he breathed heavily and almost broke two of his teeth.

On the contrary, Ye Fan himself added several bowls of rice and ate all the dishes in front of him.

Zhu Wanting was originally going to pick up the food for him, but after hearing him say that this was bad and that was terrible, she was too embarrassed to pick it up.

Zi Ling'er ate silently, her eyes filled with the sight of Ye Fan eating, her eyes narrowed to a slit, as if she liked looking at him like this.

The big-faced senior brother just ate a few chopsticks and expressed his intention, probably because he wanted to wait for a while to make a move, so that he would not be full.

"Xiao Feng, how do you greet guests? You don't even have wine, how dare you call it a treat?" Ye Fan was eating and suddenly knocked on the table.

"I...I know!"

Feng Yanhui had no choice but to ask the servant to bring two bottles of red wine from 1994 in stainless steel ice buckets.

The amber liquid reflects the crystal ice cubes through the glass, which is really tempting.

Ye Fan filled a cup, walked to Jin Wankui and Han Jaesan, and said: "Master Jin, Master Han, you two have come all the way from Korea. You are our distinguished guests. Let me toast you."

Jin Wankui didn't know Xia Mandarin and looked confused.

Han Zaisan has been in Xia Kingdom for many years and knows what Ye Fan means.

However, he had never experienced the brutal drinking scene in China, so he was stunned and looked left and right.

"There is a song that goes well, 'When friends come, there is wine. If the jackal comes, he is greeted with a shotgun.' Do you want wine or a shotgun? Go ahead!

"Han Zaisan couldn't let his master have a drink with Ye Fan, so he smiled dryly and clinked a drink with him, "My master doesn't know Xia Mandarin, so I drank for him."

Ye Fan continued: "We in the Xia Kingdom have always emphasized that good things come in pairs. It is rude to only drink one cup. You must drink two cups.

What? No face?" Han Zaisan bit the bullet and had another drink.

"Confucius said that when three people are walking together, there must be my teacher. Doesn't your country of Korea say that Confucius is also from your country? Have another drink."

Ye Fan filled it up for Master.

Han Zaisanxin said that fortunately there was no expert research for the time being that Cao Cao, who had 800,000 troops and horses, was also a Korean, so he had to drink another drink.

"In this place, Binhai, toasting has the blessing of peace in all seasons. I wish you peace in spring, summer, autumn and winter. You can't live without them. Come again."

Ye Fan saw that the bottle was empty and took another bottle of wine.

Zhu Wanting couldn't stop snickering. As soon as the four seasons come out, there will be five blessings, six and six fortunes, the reunion of the seven sons, the eight immortals crossing the sea, and ninety-nine reunions. It is perfect and there are many tricks! Is Ye Fan an easy person to get along with?

?

Han Zaisan waved his hands quickly and said: "I can't drink anymore, I can't drink in a hurry."

Feng Yanhui helped: "Why don't you take a rest first."

Ye Fan slapped the table: "Why don't you give me face? Are you looking for death if I don't drink my toast? Xiao Feng kindly invited us to dinner, but you just want to mess around and disturb the atmosphere of the table. Is this reasonable?" Jin Wankui was stunned.

There was a hint of anger on his face.

Han Zaisan quickly explained to Jin Wankyu and told him that this was the etiquette of the Xia Kingdom at the dinner table.

They are from the Kingdom of Goryeo and they pride themselves on being a country of etiquette. If they take action because of the etiquette of the Xia Kingdom at this time, people will look down on them if word spreads.

Jin Wankui nodded slightly and asked Han Zai to drink three handfuls of wine to avoid getting tongue-tied.

Han Zaisan had no choice but to drink it slowly in three sips.

Ye Fan filled it up for him again and said with a smile: "The beauties are all watching. If you can't drink it, just say that you are not good enough. I'm sorry for the audience, so I won't force you."

Han Zaisan secretly glanced at Zhu Wanting's delicate big eyes and found that the girl was looking at him. His heart suddenly swelled with alcohol and lust.

"drink!

Just a few glasses of wine is nothing to me!

"Pick up the cup and drink it by tilting your neck.

"Okay, okay, Brother Han is really a good man! As the saying goes, the deepest feelings are boring, and the iron is enough to bleed. I admire Brother Han's straightforwardness. Come on, let's have three more drinks!"

"Okay, come on!"

After a few more drinks in a row, I was so full that I couldn’t tell the difference between east, west and north. “Here, bring the wine!

"Han Zaisan's face turned purple and he opened his mouth to vomit.

Ye Fan gently pulled the corner of his clothes, and Han Zaisan lost his footing and fell towards Feng Yanhui.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Feng Yanhui immediately jumped up, twisted sharply, and got out of the way ten times faster than in the boxing championship match.

Han Zaisan rushed to his seat and vomited yellow and white filth into a puddle, the fishy smell rising to the sky.

Everyone covered their noses and ran away.

Feng Yanhui quickly asked the servants to come and clean up, and helped his senior brother in to rest.

"Okay, okay. As expected of a person from a superpower, he even vomits with such grandeur."

Ye Fan hid far away, covering his nose and saying, his face full of gloating.

Jin Wankui stood up abruptly, with an angry look on his face. He babbled a lot and threw his chopsticks on the table angrily. He thought it was not a good thing to say.

Feng Yanhui barely understood, answered a few words in half-baked Korean Mandarin, and said to Ye Fan.

"He said that you looked down on the Republic of Korea and wanted to give you some color. Taekwondo is the most powerful fighting art in the world and no one can look down upon it."

Ye Fan laughed, "You can challenge me with any tricks, so why should I be so busy? Let him go home and think about it for a few years before he comes back."

Kim Wan-kyu suddenly extended his thumb to him, reversed the gesture, and pointed his thumb downward.

Feng Yanhui continued to stir up trouble and looked at Ye Fan with a sneer.

"My master is the top master at the Incheon Gym in Korea. He has never lost a match in the 28 years since his debut! He once fought ten matches in the international black market underground boxing ring. Each battle was resolved within one minute, defeating the enemy.

The kick resulted in serious injuries, and one person is still in a coma in a vegetative state.

If you are afraid, go to our gym tomorrow to show your modesty and say that Taekwondo is the best in the world and that you have no intention of offending, etc., and we will forgive you."

"Xiao Feng, your mouth is so mean. Can I beat you after I beat him?" Ye Fan lit a cigarette and smiled.

Feng Yanhui still feels that he lost yesterday for no reason. He didn't realize that there was anything special about Ye Fan. It was just that he was a little faster and had better luck.

From the moment he entered the house today, he had been subjected to sarcasm and ridicule. At this time, all the frustration came to his heart, and he shouted angrily.

"Then try it if you have the ability, I won't let you!

Let's go to the gym on the third floor!

"At that moment, he translated a few sentences to Jin Wankui, but the words were obviously embellished. He claimed that Ye Fan said that Taekwondo was bullshit, which only made the Taekwondo master so angry that he gasped from both nostrils.

Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Okay, you call an ambulance first. It will be more convenient later and we can take the person directly to the hospital."

Zhu Wanting and Zi Ling'er tried to stop them several times, but Feng Yanhui was resolute and refused to give her any room to interrupt.

The gym has an area of ​​more than 40 square meters, with smooth wooden floors. The surrounding fitness equipment has long been moved away, leaving new traces on the ground.

Feng Yanhui had great confidence in his master and said a few more words to him.

Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and spun around in the gym like a famous critic.

"How dare you call an empty room a gym?

The taste of the nouveau riche is really not to be flattered! Then can’t my 1,000-square-meter backyard be called the Royal Garden? This chandelier is old in color, the glass does not look like glass, and the ceramic does not look like ceramic. It must have been bought from a flea market.

Used goods! Your dad is really frugal, he must have spent a huge sum of thirty yuan, right?"

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