Yu Lao'er introduced in a low voice from behind: "Chen Congfeng, this is what the young man said. After the Kushui Rock collapsed, the entire mountain rock sank and the springs exploded. Finally, such a Kushui Lake was formed.
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Chen Yang's interest in admiring the beautiful scenery suddenly dropped a lot.
"The beautiful mountaintop lake in front of us was actually created by a collapsed mine that buried countless miners."
"God knows, if the bright moon shines on the Bitter Lake, one or two rays of light can shine on the withered bones sinking to the bottom of the lake?"
Chen Yang fell silent. Huang Fuzi and Qiu Jiansheng, who had no worries about the three offerings, raised their glasses to invite him to drink, and the conversation was lively.
At least, it's warm on the surface.
"Lao Yutou, where are the remaining food and drinks?"
"Don't let me come up quickly."
"But you are not ready? In that case, you are disrespectful to our Chen Congfang, and I will have to punish you on his behalf."
Mo Bu Chou turned his eyes, first to Chen Yang, and then to Mr. Yu, with a strange aura, showing all evil.
"I don't think I would have bothered to do it for you. I think the food and wine are good, so why waste the money?"
Chen Yang spoke calmly, the indifference in his tone almost froze the lake, and he almost pointed at Mo Buchou's nose and said, "Who gave you the qualification to represent me?"
Mo Buchou's already gloomy face looked even darker.
Ever since Chen Yang met him, he had only felt that it was getting darker every time. Sooner or later, it would be so dark that one would wonder if he was an alien from the small world of the universe.
Chen Yang's words were not meant to hurt Mo Buchou, he really felt that it was enough.
The stone table in the Huxin Pavilion was filled with cold dishes, hot dishes, and scalding drinks. It was fully laid out. Not to mention the four of them eating it, Mr. Yu just stood behind and swallowed his saliva, even if the number of people increased.
times, it’s enough to eat.
The food and wine are nothing special.
The wine is aged, the dishes are fish, the cooking is farm-style, and the ingredients are solid.
Just thinking that every bit of food and drink here was carried up on their shoulders by mountain people risking their lives time and time again made Chen Yang feel more and more rare.
However, Mo Buchou, Qiu Jiansheng, and Huang Fuzi all showed disapproval of Chen Yang's words.
Qiu Jiansheng shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Chen, what you said is wrong. We are here to worship, and it is not time to live in the mortal world."
Huang Fuzi was deeply convinced and interjected: "How can we, the monks, be different from ordinary people? We are here to escort them. It is the blessing they have earned over many lifetimes. We are just enjoying some wine and meat. What does it mean?"
Mo Buchou sneered and added: "It must be that Junior Brother Chen is young and has not seen enough. He will naturally get better over time."
Chen Yang sneered.
"That's it for Qiu Jiansheng and Huang Fuzi. They really think that, and they are not deliberately targeting him."
"Mo Buchou is just an old hermaphrodite. What he says is that he is young and has little knowledge, so he may not be very capable?"
The provocative energy made Chen Yang feel fuzzy across the table.
However, before he could open his mouth, Mr. Yu said with a smile: "How can I let you worship the master to eat cold dishes? I have already prepared them, so I will change them now."
"This table of cold dishes is cheap for me. I can take it back and show off my wealth. I can brag about it to a few old friends. I say it is a blessing that the adults will reward me for seeing how well I serve me."
Chen Yang listened with admiration.
"I never thought that this old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes could speak flattery so well. What a skill."
Mo Buchou and the three of them really enjoyed being photographed. Qiu Jiansheng waved his hand and said boldly: "Take it, take it, I'll reward you."