How did Han Sanqian know that even though he had made sure that there was no one around, and even though he had made sure that the surrounding area was peaceful and peaceful, he could chat with the pangolin in private without any worries.
But he didn't know it. Behind the bead curtain, the woman in white had already fully heard what he said.
She waved slightly, and for a moment, the woman in green next to her gently lowered her head, listened to her whisper, and nodded.
"Everyone, the lady has an order. Change the subject."
Change the topic?
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, but soon, some people's minds began to spin rapidly.
"Oh, why do you have to change the question when everything is going so well? I was just a little bit away and I remembered the answer."
"Me too."
"This shouldn't change the topic."
I don't know which little "smart" person found a reason for himself, and then a bunch of people licked their old faces and kept talking.
"The lady said that she was not satisfied with the previous sentence, so she hoped to change the question." Behind the bead curtain, the voice sounded softly again.
"There is indeed something wrong with this question. Otherwise, I would have answered it a long time ago." A man said softly and shamelessly.
As soon as he said this, others nodded and responded one after another.
Within the bead curtain, the woman in green couldn't help but shake her head slightly, but the woman in white nodded towards her.
"Listen to the rain. Stay in the rain. Stay in the rain building and listen to the sound of the rain. Listen, listen, listen!"
"If you are awesome, then you can take it." The pangolin stuffed a chicken leg and said nonchalantly.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "Watch the tide, when the tide comes, come to the tide-watching pavilion and watch the waves. The waves are rolling, watch, watch, watch!"
The pangolin frowned and looked at Han Sanqian strangely: "Damn, that's okay."
"The bowman stretched his bow, and the archer stretched his bow and shot, and all the arrows hit the target."
"Mu Zi Li Li Mu, Li Carpenter Li Mu carved a bow, but the bow is difficult to open."
"The sixty-year-old blooms again. Plus thirty-seven years!"
"The two celebrations of ancient times bring an extra Spring and Autumn period."
"Qiu Qiuqiu, you are still young, now your mother is really going to die." The pangolin said gloomily. Then he stood up, hugged his small table, and gently moved away.
Following this guy's eyes, Han Sanqian realized that he was cold.
At this time, the two maids walked over slowly with smiles on their faces. A group of young men and young men who had already been stunned by the questions could not help but follow the maids' gazes in wonder, and slowly
Looked over.
"Sir, the lady has asked me to send my daughter's juice for you to taste."
"This is brewed by the young lady herself. Ordinary people are not qualified to taste it."
After the two maids finished speaking, they smiled softly at Han Sanqian and were about to pour wine.
At this moment, a group of young men and young masters suddenly exploded.
The daughter of the Su family is a rare treasure. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to taste this even if they are blind.
But now...
Now Miss Su family poured this fine wine to this... this country bumpkin?!
"Stop it." A young master shouted angrily, then rushed over in a few steps, facing the two maids and said angrily: "Are you crazy? Give your daughter's juice to this garbage?"
Another person followed closely and said angrily: "What qualifications does a country bumpkin have to drink daughter's juice? I'm afraid he doesn't know what it tastes like if he drinks it in his mouth."
"It's ridiculous. Do you want a country bumpkin to imitate other people's drinking of good wine? This water and wine are enough for him to drink." Another person rushed over with several young men.
A group of people were so angry that they wanted to eat Han Sanqian alive.
Although Young Master Yuan and the others did not rush over so childishly, the eyes they looked at Han Sanqian at this moment were full of malice, and their hands were clenched tightly into fists, obviously furious.
As for Han Sanqian, he glanced at the angry crowd around him, and then suddenly smiled hoarsely: "Yes, of course the country bumpkin doesn't know how to drink, and he can't taste anything."
"It's really a waste to drink these good things."
Hearing Han Sanqian's words, a group of young men relaxed a little. At least, this kid still knew what was going on.
But who would have thought that at this moment, Han Sanqian suddenly put the cup on the table: "But I just like to see that you can't drink at all, but you have to look at me, a country bumpkin, who wastes it."
