Chapter 438 Zhao Rong: I will give you two sentences (5,600 words)
Su Xiaoxiao was thinking about the appropriate words in her mind, preparing to persuade Zhao Rong.
When she heard the question, her little head suddenly dropped, and she picked up the small rice bowl and started eating it.
Well who is the most beautiful?
The chopsticks in Su Xiaoxiao's hand pushed the hot white rice into her mouth.
At the same time, her cute fox eyes slightly rolled up, looking at a certain lover who had said she was the most beautiful and lovely when he coaxed her to eat his sweets.
The little fox demon who loves red clothes even more than men has her unblinking eyes.
The peach cheeks are getting more and more bulging.
My mouth is full of white rice, and I am not afraid of choking to death...
The first little fox demon in the history of the Suhu tribe was choked to death? Leave him alone...
Su Xiaoxiao:~(gt;_lt;)~
On the other side, under the dining table, Concubine Zhao Ling's bare hand, which was originally going to be on Lord Rafe's sleeve, quietly put it down and put it back on her jade leg.
Then the bare hand gently wrinkled the fabric of the lotus pink skirt on her legs, then raised it again, pinched the chopsticks, and carefully connected it with the bare hand underneath.
Zhao Lingfei took a bite of food and put it into the rice bowl that was currently frozen in the air in her husband's hand.
During this period, except for the moment when she raised her autumn eyes and glanced at Zhao Rong, who seemed to be embarrassed, Zhao Lingfei kept her eyes slightly lowered throughout the whole process, intently looking at the chopsticks for her husband to pick out his favorite dishes.
After placing the dishes, she tilted her head and glanced at the many delicacies on the table as if nothing had happened.
As if thinking about what dish to feed her husband next...
Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her red lips and remained silent beside Zhao Rong.
Well, it seems that I am afraid of disturbing my husband to think of a correct answer that is fair and equitable, and there is no doubt that there is a bird eating the bird's food.
A young Confucian scholar:…………
A little further away from the table, facing Zhao Rong who had insisted not to drink Bing Niang wine, Zhu Yourong was about to lightly open her lips. The next second, after hearing Shopkeeper Zhao's question, she turned her head slightly without any pause.
, smiled at Bing Niang and said:
“My boss’s cooking skills are really good.”
After finishing her words, Zhu Yourong tasted another dish with a smile on her lips, then she turned to look at the old-fashioned girl beside her.
I saw Yu Huaijin chewing his rice quietly and carefully from beginning to end.
Eat without talking.
As a result, the woman in Confucian robes also became speechless when she saw that the wise man was thoughtful.
She lowered her head slightly and took the bowl to eat. After chewing the fragrant cheeks for a few times, she raised her eyes from time to time and glanced at Zhao Rong with a smile on her lips.
Zhu Yourong, who had always been elegant and calm, had a slightly curious look on his face, as if he was unaware of the strangely quiet atmosphere at the table, and was looking forward to what someone would say next...
On the side, Li Xueyou, who had been having a meal with a transparent and quiet person, pricked up her ears, then quietly raised her head and glanced at Zhao Rong...
However, on the field at this moment, when faced with this question suddenly raised by Zhao Xifu, Zhao Qian's reaction was very dull unlike others.
Similar to a certain old-fashioned girl.
Zhao Qian'er glanced at the dignified and virtuous young lady serving food to someone, and curled her lips.
Huh, since the lady is here anyway, she must be ranked second.
Even when Da Li asked Rong'er brother who was more beautiful between her and the young lady, he swore that they were both beautiful.
But Big Pig's Hoof is Big Pig's Hoof. We grew up together, so how can the little girl know about him?
Xiao Qian'er has already seen through everything, and she is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed...
Wow, she is just a second lady, how can she compare to someone's eldest lady... Zhao Qian'er thought sourly and sniffed, but suddenly, she let out a light sigh and glanced at Zhao Rong.
Brother Rong'er didn't answer immediately. Was he... hesitating? This is not like him.
Zhao Qian'er had some doubts, but soon she snorted twice again, oh, the little girl gloated about her misfortune and took aim at a certain big pig's hooves...
At the moment, when facing all the women, they either act as if nothing has happened, or they stare directly at them without concealing their gazes.
Zhao Rong's hand holding the wine glass shook twice.
The surface of this glass of Bing Niang wine makes waves, but they are nothing compared to the waves in someone's heart...
Good guys, you guys are coming to the rescue now. Where was that energy just now?
Especially you, Zhu Yourong, who was promised to be both a teacher and a friend, and you went to all lengths for your close friend... But what do you look like now? You still follow Qingjun Xiaoxiao to fool around... Are you afraid that this young master will not be cooled quickly enough?
He couldn't help but complain in his heart, it was all complaints.
At this moment, Zhao Rong opened his eyes.
Because I actually saw a short girl in blue with her hands on her hips, wrinkled nose, and a threatening look on her face.
Jingzi looked at him with the same expression of intimidation.
Zhao Rong suddenly became energetic, no longer submissive, and chose to strike hard!
He glared hard at the pouty Jingzi,
Good guy, your little girl's hair has not even grown, so you still have the nerve to threaten me with your breasts? Well, you should be involved in this, but you dare to step on me. Don't talk about your small breasts...
The girl in blue was treated as a soft persimmon, but she was not the one to give in. Well, at least not when her husband and Sister Yu were present.
So there was no way she could show weakness. She immediately put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips, stared back, and muttered:
"Hey Zhao Rong, I want to ask you a question. Who is the most beautiful? Tell me quickly."
The two stared at each other.
Zhao Rong curled his lips disdainfully, "Children, don't interfere with adults' affairs. Wait, you don't think you have a chance, do you?"
Jingzi: "???"
The little girl yelled: "You are finished, you thief, I will kill you!"
Zhao Rong deliberately delayed time, spoke in a sinister tone, and used the three successful powers that He Gui had argued with.
He fanned the flames and said: "Hurry up, those who are timid are useless."
Jingzi was furious. She didn't even realize that these words were taking advantage of her, but she was already furious. At this moment, she grabbed the spoon and chopsticks and immediately jumped off the chair to fight with someone.
Determine male and female.
But the next second, he was stopped by a certain old-fashioned girl.
"Jingzi. Stop making trouble and eat." Yu Huaijin pulled the girl in blue back to her seat. The latter hugged her chest and panted, groaning.
Yu Huaijin comforted him with a few words, then raised her head and glanced at Zhao Rong. Her eyes were somewhat meaningful, as if she could see his intention to change the subject. She shook her head slightly and said nothing.
But a certain unshaven man from the shopkeeper was impatient to wait.
He waved his hand and muttered:
"Okay, Mao boy, stop rambling for me. I want to ask you a question. Have you been thinking about such a simple question for a long time? Who do you think is the most beautiful here!"
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhao Xifu, then looked down at the drink, but didn't say anything immediately.
He felt that this question was simply poisonous, because no matter how he answered, it would end in half his life...
The most important thing about this question is not who is the most beautiful, but...his 'feeling' and attitude.
What, you ask, isn't Bing Niang present? The shopkeeper Zhao who does all the work for him is also like a henpeck... Hey, why is it "ye", and who else is it?
Well, this is not important. What is important is that Zhao Rong feels that this shopkeeper Zhao cannot be both a strict wife and a fool at the same time. How rare is this?
So really saying "Sister Bing Niang is the most beautiful" can solve this "simple problem"?
Zhao Rong glanced at Zhao Xifu who looked calm...
At this time, the air in Xia Chongzhai fell into brief silence again.
However, Zhao Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao, Zhu Yourong and other women looked at Zhao Rong in an unhurried and unhurried way, without any urging or dissatisfaction.
Well, considerately give someone time to think carefully, conduct rigorous research, and organize the most correct words.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Rong darkened his face.
But of course it was impossible to glare at them like he had just punched the little girl.
The next moment, he suddenly turned around: "Shopkeeper Zhao."
Zhao Xifu squinted his eyes at him, "What do you want me to do?"
Zhao Rong smiled, "Didn't the shopkeeper say that he likes rules the most? Then I would like to ask if there are any rules for this simple question, such as how to judge right and wrong, and what are the rewards and punishments?"
Zhao Xifu raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite of food.
He chewed slowly, then raised his head and glanced at Zhao Rong, as if he suddenly said:
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, look at my memory... First of all, I have my own way of knowing whether what you said is true or false. And the rules, well, it's very simple, it's like this, I'm not embarrassed at all.
you."
The shopkeeper, who looked like an angry uncle with a shaggy beard, grinned.
He raised an index finger towards Zhao Rong and said sincerely:
"You only have one chance to say one thing.
"If it's a lie, I'll throw the glass of wine away.
"If the truth is true, I will pour this glass of wine away."
As soon as these words were spoken, the table fell silent for three breaths.
The atmosphere solidified.
The next second, Zhao Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao, Zhu Yourong and other girls all frowned and turned their heads to look at Zhao Xifu, wondering if they had heard wrongly.
Throw it away if it’s fake, throw it away if it’s true?
Even the gentle Bing Niang couldn't help it anymore and said, "Xiao Zhao..."
Zhao Xifu turned around with a smile, shrugged and interrupted: "Bingbing, this is my wine, I set the rules."
Bing Niang hesitated to speak. At this moment, Xiao Qian'er couldn't bear it any longer and her rice bowl dropped on the table with a clatter.
She slapped the table with her little hands, stood up, and said angrily: "Good guy, I'm going to give you a hammer. If you don't want to give it, just say it. Are you interested in a roundabout person? You just mean to disgust Brother Rong'er... Bah.
Bah, bah, so shameless!"
Zhao Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao and Zhu Yourong also frowned and nodded in agreement.
Then, they all looked at Zhao Rong, who had an expressionless look on his face, and shook their heads gently at him.
He signaled Zhao Rong not to force him, as the so-called Bing Niang wine was not rare among the girls.
Fan Yushu and Jia Tengying, who had been quietly enjoying the show, also expressed their comfort to their friends.
On the side, Zhao Xifu, who stirred up a thousand waves with his words and made many beauties angry, smiled and said nothing.
He did not look at Zhao Rong who remained silent after hearing the words, but glanced leisurely at the people around the dining table.
Zhao Xifu muttered something as if no one was around, then covered his mouth and yawned, reaching out to put away the pitch-black wine bottle, as if he was ready to leave.
Zhao Qian'er stood up, supporting the table with both hands straight, and her bulging chest was rising and falling violently.
At this time, she turned her head sharply and went to pull Zhao Rong:
"Brother Rong'er, let's go and never come here again. Aunt Bing is really in vain following this stingy guy..."
At this moment, a big hand came back and gently pressed Xiao Qian'er's hand.
"Finish your meal first." Zhao Rong said softly, pulling Zhao Qian'er to sit down again.
Xiao Qian'er sat on the stool, crossed her chest and turned away.
Zhao Rong looked around at her and Qingjun Xiaoxiao with a calm expression, and then he gently shook his head at Bing Niang, who looked apologetic and guilty.
Then, Zhao Rong thought for a moment and turned around.
He said with a serious expression:
"Shopkeeper Zhao, by the way, is there any difference between pouring the wine away and throwing the wine away?"
The tone was slightly curious. After all, there are many fastidious people in this world who pay attention to things.
Zhao Xifu, who was about to pick up his drink and leave the banquet, paused and looked at the serious and inquiring expression of the young Confucian scholar in front of him.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had gained some interest, and then nodded in the same serious manner:
"Yes. Just answer the little question first, and I will show you the performance later."
Zhao Xifu paused, grinned, and said sincerely:
"Whether you want to watch the splashing or the pouring, you can choose for yourself. Just answer the questions as needed. The rules of our Xia Chongzhai have always been like this... so... hiss..."
The bearded man dressed as a shopkeeper in gray clothes was stuck in his words and seemed unable to find the words.
Zhao Rong offered help in times of need and asked, "Humanized?"
"Humanity..." Zhao Xifu chewed and his eyes lit up, "That's right! The rules of our Xia Chongzhai have always been so humane!"
After speaking freely, he couldn't help but patted Zhao Rong on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up.
Zhao Xifu gave Zhao Rong a very appreciative look and said with emotion:
"You are worthy of being an academy student. Your brain is really bright in this area. You are a quarter of the heroic figure of my uncle back then. These two sentences are really good."
Zhao Rong waved his hand modestly, indicating that it was a piece of cake and not worth mentioning.
"Shopkeeper Zhao is so polite." Zhao Rong smiled, and then he raised his hand, hugged his fist towards Zhao Xifu, who liked to make short sentences, and said with a smile:
"Young students will have to observe Mr. Zhao's teaching on pouring and splashing wine later, so he must study hard."
Zhao Xifu grinned, a little jokingly, and waved his hand, "Haha, it's easy to talk."
Everyone: “…………”
They watched with some confusion as the two men named Zhao, one older and one younger, chatted and laughed.
The expressions on the two people's faces can be said to be very congenial in their conversation, and they seem to be reluctant to meet each other at such a late date.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Did you agree to fight against the evil palm with the same hatred? Why did you stop chatting, good guys, and flatter each other and communicate about your illness?
On the field, many people could not help but twitch their mouths...
However, Zhao Rong did have a gentle expression and turned a deaf ear to the reactions of his companions.
At this time, he raised the wine glass in his hand to signal, and asked with a smile:
"Shopkeeper Zhao, apart from the rules just now, are there any other rules regarding the glass of wine in my hand? I think...it's best to make everything clear first."
"Indeed." Zhao Xifu nodded, then thought about it seriously, and said in a serious tone: "No way."
"Really gone?" Zhao Rong confirmed.
Zhao Xifu nodded solemnly, "It's okay. There is only one rule just mentioned... You only have one chance to say a word. If you tell a lie, I will throw the glass of wine away. If you tell the truth, I will pour the glass of wine.
Lose."
He shook the wine bottle in his hand, then raised his head and laughed:
"Don't worry, kid, labor and management love rules the most, and they also follow them the most. Every spit and nail, everything will be done according to the rules mentioned above."
Zhao Rong glanced at him and nodded.
Everyone around the table couldn't help but frown again.
Isn't this ungrateful rule disgusting enough? What's the difference between telling the truth or telling a lie and choosing to pour it out or throw it away? What's wrong with him? He still wants to hit him.
Zhao Qian'er, who was already unhappy, couldn't help it anymore. She and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other. It was her idea to have this glass of Bing Niang wine for Brother Rong'er tonight, but it ended up like this.
Zhao Qian'er clenched her little hands, but then she saw Zhao Rong's calm profile next to her, and when she was about to speak, she swallowed it back...
At this time, Zhao Rong suddenly stretched out his hand, picked up some vegetables, and put them in Xiao Qian'er's bowl.
Zhao Xifu glanced at him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turned to look at the sky outside the door, and waved his hand:
"You kid, please hurry up and reply. If you don't say anything, I will take the wine and leave. Although I suddenly found you interesting, it will be very boring if you delay any longer."
The man in gray clothes and bearded hair lost some of his interest and threw away the wine bottle in his hand that countless people outside were flocking to.
Zhao Rong nodded and said with a smile: "Shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw away the wine."
Seeing that he had nothing to say, Zhao Xifu curled his lips boringly: "Oh throw it away, then you can answer lies, I will tell you a lie... Hey, stop wasting your fucking time, hurry up."
"Shopkeeper Zhao wants to throw away the wine." Zhao Rong nodded.
"Whether you want to throw it away or pour it out depends on your answer. It all follows the rules." Zhao Xifu waved his hand impatiently, "Speaking of which, why do you, a big man, have a mother-in-law? Please tell me quickly!"
Zhao Rong smiled.
Zhao Xifu pulled his face and looked slightly cold, "If you don't say pull me down, don't come in again, his grandma's legs are dripping..."
Zhao Rong didn't speak, and looked at him quietly, tapping his fingers on the table with his right hand, as if waiting patiently for something.
The man in gray clothes and bearded shopkeeper cursed, picked up the wine and stood up to leave.
At this time, Yu Huaijin, who always strictly abides by the gentleman's rule of eating and sleeping without saying a word, swallowed the vegetables and rice that he had chewed for forty-two times, neatly put down the bowls and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and raised his head:
"He has already answered it twice."
The old-fashioned girl looked at Zhao Xifu, her tone was calm, but her words were like a silent bomb, detonating among everyone in the hall.
In an instant, a deathly silence was created on the field.
"…………"
Zhao Xifu, who was cursing, was stunned for a moment. The impatient expression on his face disappeared in an instant like a receding tide. Then, in just a few breaths, several expressions flashed across his face:
Zhao Xifu suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Rong.
The young Confucian scholar lowered his eyes and calmly looked at the wine glass in his hand, and nodded slightly.
Zhao Xifu's eyes couldn't help but widen, with a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't believe that someone could solve the problem like this. Isn't this question a dead end?
The pitch-black wine bottle in his hand fell freely with a whoosh, but he did subconsciously lift up his right foot to catch the wine bottle. At this moment, a few breaths later, a woman in the dining room had already smiled, and she was the first to think about it and reacted.
Come over, it's the woman wearing a Confucian shirt with faint blue breasts.
The female gentleman from Linlu Academy covered her mouth and smiled happily, looking at Zhao Rong who was calm and relaxed. Except for Yu Huaijin and Zhu Yourong, several others gradually opened their eyes to react.
But at this time, a certain man in gray with a beard who had been imprisoned in Xia Chongzhai for six thousand years could no longer care about these movements.
Zhao Xifu stared straight at the floor, scanning left and right, as if he was thinking hard. During this period, he licked his dry lips several times and hissed several times...
It was like he couldn't figure out a certain problem no matter how hard he thought about it.
"Good boy, this is your answer!?" Zhao Xifu took a breath and raised his head, staring straight at Zhao Rong:
"'Shopkeeper Zhao is going to pour the wine away'... Hiss, his grandma, should I pour the wine away or break it..."
According to the rules just predetermined, if this sentence is true, then he will pour the wine away, if this sentence is a lie, then he will pour the wine away... At first glance, this is a contradiction.
Zhao Xifu was completely speechless and could not stop himself.
He laughed angrily and couldn't help but curse:
"I'm fucking asking you who is the most beautiful, and you're going to tell me this sentence?"
Zhao Rong thought for a while, blinked at him and said:
"The shopkeeper said that things should be done according to the rules, but the rules only stipulated that I should say one sentence, but they did not stipulate that I must say the person's name, nor did they stipulate what words to say..."
Zhao Xifu has a black face.
Zhao Rong smiled, suddenly stretched out his hand, and handed the wine glass to him with a friendly tone: "My uncle just said that after I finished my answer, he would show me the difference between pouring the wine out and spilling the wine, so that I could observe it carefully.
Learn with an open mind.”
The young Confucian scholar had a sincere expression. He swung the wine glass twice in the direction of the shopkeeper and gestured to take it, "Uncle, please. Should you pour it or pour it?"