"Mr. Fu Nian, why are you here in person? Isn't it usually Mr. Zhang Liang or Mr. Yan Lu?" Fatty Ding invited Fu Nian into the inn and said as he walked.
When Fu Nian entered the door, he paused briefly and said calmly: "Both of them have gone out. I took advantage of the students to have morning classes to settle the accounts for this quarter. From now on, the food at Xiaoshengxian Village will continue.
Thank you, shopkeeper Ding, for bothering me."
"Hahaha, Mr. Fu Nian is so unconventional. Being able to deliver food to the Little Sage's Mansion, a holy place for scholars all over the world, my place of fireworks and cooking has been tainted with the aura of a sage."
Fatty Ding laughed and boasted, which made Fu Nian's mouth twitch slightly. He immediately said with a straight face: "When I came in just now, I felt that there were more than ten voyeuristic eyes outside the inn. There are many masters among these people.
, seems to be an official from Qi State. Shopkeeper Ding, what happened to you here?"
"Oh, His Highness the Crown Prince has booked a banquet with the distinguished guests from Chu and Yan at my place. It should be to ensure their safety, so I sent someone to take care of them in advance. It's okay."
"Young Master Tian Sheng." Fu Nian muttered the name softly, frowning slightly.
Tian Sheng was in charge of the Three Kingdoms Alliance against Qin, Chu, and Yan, and he was indeed responsible for receiving the distinguished guests. However, why did he come to Songhai when he was not hosting a banquet in the capital? Even if it was for Cook Ding's cooking skills, it would be fine
To summon him to the Prince's Mansion, there is no need to come here in person.
Those people outside have a dark aura, and more of a murderous intent. How can they use such people as bodyguards when receiving foreign dignitaries? It seems that something must have happened in the middle.
"That's right, it's Mr. Tian Sheng." Fatty Ding said with an apologetic face and hunched his neck, "Well, Mr. Fu Nian, I have to be busy here today for His Highness the Crown Prince. I'm afraid the meals from Little Saint Xian Manor have to be delivered early.
Please forgive me, sir."
"It doesn't matter." Fu Nian nodded in understanding.
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After a while, the people watching outside finally saw Fu Nian walking out of the inn.
"He's gone, do you want to follow him?"
"..."
"..."
There was silence for a while, and no one took the initiative to answer this question. Just kidding, that's Fu Nian. He entered Dacheng at the age of twenty, created his own Holy King Sword Technique, and holds the mighty sword Tai'a. He is one of the most skilled masters in the world. If he follows such a person for no reason, he will be exposed.
After all, I basically died in vain.
"Your Highness's order is to keep a close eye on everyone in the inn. Fu Nian is a Confucian and has nothing to do with the mission, so don't worry about him."
"yes."
Fu Nian and the others did not need to follow, but soon their tasks became busy.
In order to ensure that today's banquet is filled with the freshest ingredients, Fatty Ding assigned the waiters in the inn one by one to go out to buy food. The people watching outside saw one waiter after another heading out to different places, so they could only follow them separately to ensure that everyone from
Anyone who leaves the inn will have his every move under surveillance.
After running around for most of the morning, the guys returned to the inn with the ingredients. At this time, Fatty Ding was instructing a boy and carefully handed a beautiful and luxurious wooden lunch box into his hands.
"Go ahead and be careful when walking. If you spill the soup, Mr. Fu Nian will blame you. I will skin you when you come back."
"Yes, you must be careful, little one."
The boy carried the food box and set off cautiously towards the direction of the Little Saint's Village.
When the supervisor saw this situation, he also assigned a person to follow the boy.
"Does Confucianism have lunch so early?"
"They have to work hard to prepare dishes for His Highness. How can they still care about Confucianism?"
"Too."
It didn't take long for Prince Tian Sheng's car to arrive. The Euphorbias opened the way and the BMW drove the car. Pedestrians on the side of the road squeezed in and peeked in between the crowds.
Tian Sheng, Ren Ni, Tian Hu, Qin Wuyang, a young master, a scribe, a knight, and a general, four of them in completely different attires, with Tian Sheng as the main one, walked into an inn together.
Inside the inn, Fatty Ding was the leader, the waiters stood on both sides, and the chefs stood in line to greet him, "Meet His Highness the Crown Prince."
"No need to be polite." Tian Sheng pointed at Fatty Ding and introduced to several people, "This one is the chef of the Ding family. According to my knowledge, there is no one who can cook better than him. Even my father.
The royal chefs in the palace are at best comparable to others."
Fatty Ding bowed and smiled: "Where is it? Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is so flattering."
Ren Ni took the initiative to salute and asked: "Chef of the Ding family, I wonder if we have the chance to meet Chef Ding and feed the cow today?"
"Uh~" Fatty Ding didn't recognize Ren Ni, so he raised his eyes tentatively, but for fear of upsetting others, he hesitated, looking like a commoner.
Tian Sheng looked blankly and reminded: "This is the most trusted adviser of King Chu, Mr. Ren Ni."
"Oh~Mr. Ren. If you want to watch the chef undress the cow, of course you can. I will give the order right now and keep it to your satisfaction today."
"Tian Hu, the leader of the farm family in the Chu Kingdom, and Qin Wuyang, the envoy from the Yan Kingdom. I am here today with a distinguished guest. Shopkeeper Ding, who has the best cooking skills in the world, don't let your guest down."
"Your Highness, please rest assured! All distinguished guests, please take your seats."
When the banquet began, all the waiters in the inn were busy preparing for the meal, almost forming a "Man-Han banquet" style.
There was a banquet in the inn hall, and everyone was eating, drinking, and laughing, but people were searching everywhere else. Fatty Ding was the chef. He not only entertained people, but also cooked dishes. He was so busy that he didn't seem to care about those people searching him wantonly.
's store.
After a long time, someone came up to Qin Wuyang and whispered: "I checked everything and found no secret passage."
Qin Wuyang waved him down, and then told a few people that no secret room had been found in this inn.
Tian Sheng chuckled and raised his glass to drink with him, "I'm sorry to bother you, Yan."
Tian Sheng glanced at Ren Ni's expression quietly again, and shouted towards the back of the hall: "Shopkeeper Ding, why don't you go to the chef Ding to get rid of the cow?"
Ren Ni knew that he was shouting specifically for himself, and couldn't help but shook his head slightly, and took a sip of wine to hide his thoughts: Prince Tian Sheng, Qiang Shengqi, although he has some city power, he is still immature. Compared with Yan Wangdan, the difference is not
One and a half stars.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hearing the shout, Fatty Ding immediately appeared in front of everyone pushing a small cart carrying a calf.
"This calf has been carefully raised for five months. It is the time when the meat is tender and delicious. Your Royal Highness, distinguished guests, please watch the chef undress the calf."
The kitchen knife from the waist flew into the hand, silver light bloomed in the air, and suddenly there was wind and snow in the hall. The silver knife light was mixed with the slightly pink white beef, and the thin sound contained an indescribable rhythm, which made people dazzled.
But hearing it made people feel relaxed and happy.
A knife fell down, and with a "thud" sound, the calf was released and fell neatly into five plates.
Fatty Ding felt his right hand twitch slightly, and he hurriedly covered it with his left hand and raised his hands to several people and asked: "Your Highness, distinguished guests, can I, the cook, eat the cow?"
"Hahaha, it's an eye-opener for me. The chef is trying to solve the problem." Tian Sheng said, holding up the wine glass playfully, his eyes drifting towards Ren Ni.
Ren Ni immediately clapped his hands and said, "Famous people are not as good as seeing them. What Zhuangzi said is true."
Fatty Ding hurriedly said he didn't dare: "Sir, you are exaggerating. My humble skills are far inferior to those of my ancestors. As long as you are satisfied, sir, that's fine. Ha, I'll cook the calf for you right now."
After he went down, Ren Ni looked at Tian Hu and asked: "Xia Kui, what do you think of this knack for solving a problem?"
Tian Hu's squinted eyes gradually opened, he took a look at Fan'er and commented: "As he said, his skills are far inferior to those of his ancestors. I watched him move the knife, it seemed continuous and very mysterious, but in fact he was not strong enough.
It penetrates the whole body. There is no problem in cooking. If you want to use this kind of knife skills to fight with Jianghu people, you are asking for death.
And that young man named Xiaobo is obviously much smarter than this. If I use this sword technique, I can kill him with the first sword."
"Well..." Ren Ni listened to his evaluation and remained silent.
"Hahaha, sir, don't worry about that person. Today's agreement is a celebration." Tian Sheng smiled boldly, stood up and walked over to propose a toast to Ren Ni, "Here, I would like to toast you sir."
Ren Ni could only accept having a drink with him, and the atmosphere gradually became heated.