Feng Jinlin was in the dark for a long time, and did not relax until Young Master Yan finished his meal and left. He was most afraid of the big-breasted girl complaining to Young Master Yan in public. If Young Master Yan knew that he poured a cup of soy milk on the busty girl, with Young Master Yan's
The method may throw him out of the restaurant directly.
If he hadn't offended the big-breasted girl that Young Master Yan knew first, when he saw Young Master Yan, Young Master Feng would have taken the initiative to make friends with him. Because he had a grudge with the busty girl, he didn't dare to take the initiative to increase his presence, lest he end up eating it.
No need to walk around.
Young Master Yan's presence is like a mountain pressing down on the top, making people unable to relax. Once Young Master Yan leaves, Young Master Feng feels relieved, and his tense nerves slowly relax, and he finally gets through it, which is not easy.
However, he still didn't dare to be careless. After Yan Shao left, there was still Lan Shao. For the sake of the Feng family, Lan Shao probably wouldn't do anything to him directly. However, if he didn't know the current affairs and angered Feng Shao, what would happen?
It's no better than offending Mr. Yan.
In order to protect himself, Mr. Feng did not dare to speak anymore, fearing that he would accidentally spill the beans and arouse Mr. Lan's disgust, so he calmly acted as an invisible companion, waiting for the food to come.
Mr. Lan was very quiet. He didn't ask Mr. Feng about his grievances with the little girl, nor did he comfort or give any advice. He positioned himself as a theatergoer and stayed out of the incident.
When their food was served, the two of them were speechless. After finishing the meal, Mr. Feng swiped his credit card to pay. Because he paid for someone he didn't know, he spent nearly 20,000 yuan in total. Fortunately, his family was rich, and that small loss was very important to him.
It's just a drizzle.
After Mr. Feng finished paying the bill, Mr. Lan walked out of the restaurant with him. The cold wind was blowing outside and the sky was overcast.
"Master Feng, you are busy with your studies, so you don't need to accompany me in the afternoon. I will go for a walk." Master Lan did not get in the Feng family's car to go out for fun, and asked the young man to go on his own.
"Master Lan, it's cold. Otherwise, I'll let you drive the car yourself." Master Lan refused to accompany him, which made Master Feng's heart pound. Was it because he poured soy milk on a busty girl in the store that made Master Lan hate him?
?
"No, it's troublesome to drive." Mr. Lan said calmly, put his hands in his pockets, turned around calmly, and strolled along the sidewalk along the street.
Master Lan did not want anyone to accompany him, but Master Feng did not dare to follow him shamelessly. His family repeatedly asked him to accompany Master Lan and serve as a guide. He would obey Master Lan no matter what. He did not dare to go against Master Lan's wishes.
The figure walked away, got back in the Land Rover, and headed back to school.
After leaving Mr. Feng and walking alone, Mr. Lan walked along the street for a while, then turned a corner and passed through a large alley with many teahouses. He walked straight into a two-story brick and wood structure building with a plaque that read "Visitors from all over the world".
"Come from All over the World" is a teahouse. In winter, there are very few people drinking tea. There is no heating in the teahouse and the kotatsu is lit. There are only a few old men standing around the kotatsu, drinking old tea and talking about old stories.
The old building without heating has more of a simple elegance.
The tea boy in a straight coat saw Mr. Lan and greeted the guests cheerfully: "Master Lan, Mr. Xuan has arrived. He is in the winter room on the second floor."
Mr. Lan nodded, walked through the lobby on the first floor, stepped on the old thick wooden stairs, making a slight sound, all the way to the second floor. There were eight private rooms on the second floor, namely spring, summer, autumn and winter, plum, orchid, bamboo and pine.
There was a young man in a suit standing outside the Dongzi Room. It was winter, and everyone walking on the street was wrapped up in thick clothes. The young man only wore a shirt and a coat. He was about twenty-five or six years old, and his face was cold.
When the young man saw Master Lan, he just lowered his head and called out "Master Lan", turned sideways, knocked on the door three times, and then gently pushed open the door of the private room, gesturing to invite in.
Lan Shao slowly walked to the Dongzi elegant room, stepped across the threshold, and entered the elegant room gracefully. The interior was elegant, with seats and tables, and a Yaoqin. The wooden windows were covered with gauze, and ancient paper-cut flowers were pasted on them.
There is a suit jacket lying on the Taishi chair.
The indoor walls are covered with paintings, all with the theme of winter. There are mats and carpets in the room, and a rectangular coffee table. Sitting in the main seat is a beautiful young man with a jade face and red lips, and picturesque eyebrows. He is wearing a crescent white shirt and is wearing a straight face.
It is as beautiful as a lotus and elegant in grace.
After stepping into the inner room, Young Master Lan walked to the table opposite the host, took off his shoes, sat down in front of him, and bowed to his host: "My sudden visit has disturbed Young Master Xuanyuan. I will forgive you for being disrespectful."
Mr. Xuan nodded indifferently: "Nalan Qingxi, let alone those who have some or not. It's not a secret that I went to Beijing to study cooking in August last year. If you didn't know that I was in Beijing, why bother to go to the restaurant in person?
Here, use people to support you."
"Young Master Xuan, this is a real misunderstanding. I was ordered to go to Beijing as soon as I left customs. I originally wanted to wait for a day or two before posting to visit the person on duty. Today, the Feng family sent someone to accompany me around to recommend delicious food.
Then I mentioned Mr. Xuan’s restaurant, and I thought there were plenty of places to eat, so naturally it would be safer to go to a familiar place.”
"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you know that I am in the store or not. In just one month, the Ji family, the Si family, the Jiang family, the Zhou family, the Chen family, and the Tantai family all came to Beijing one after another as if they were invited. Now,
There is one more Nalan clan, your families are really united, each family sent people to the capital to explore the way, are all the family heads planning to come to Beijing in the winter?"
Young Master Xuanyuan's tone was unpredictable, and Young Master Lan couldn't guess whether Young Master Xuan was annoyed by being frequently disturbed, or whether it was because the reclusive Guwu family suddenly came to Beijing and caused something to offend him, so he didn't dare to take the risk.
After answering, he thought for a while before replying: "Young Master Xuanyuan made a serious statement. I think everyone kicked out the juniors because of the ancient saying that 'it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.
Family experience."
Xuanyuan Chenbei, the contemporary young master of Xuanyuan, is a geek. He doesn't like to be confined to a single room and practice hard. He prefers cooking skills that are regarded as inferior to others. He always likes to study cooking. He has a tendency of not doing his job properly, but he is extremely talented.
He is young and has good cultivation, and is one of the top talents among his peers.
Even though every family in the ancient martial arts family has geniuses, in terms of cultivation, they are not as good as Xuanyuan Chenbei, and in terms of understanding, they are still slightly inferior. Because of his extremely high talent, no one in the ancient martial arts world dares to laugh at him, even if the Xuanyuan boy looks male and female.
The only talents who can match the talents of Young Master Xuanyuan are Fu Feng and the geniuses of the Si family. Unfortunately, due to age issues, the latter two are more than ten years older than the former. If they didn't break up, they would be embarrassed to talk to Young Master Xuanyuan.
Compete with each other.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Both are from the ancient martial arts family, and Master Lan knows his own tricks, especially the Xuanyuan family is the leader of this term, and he will not be stupid enough to compete with Xuanyuan.
The young master of the family is confronting him.
"Don't give me any grand excuse to cover up your purpose. You are running to the capital one by one, just because someone suspected to be a disciple of the Immortal Medicine Sect appears in the capital. You want to look for it. How do you find someone?
I figured out how to win people's hearts by showing off their magic powers, but I didn't care about them all.
The only thing you need to remember is that the Xuanyuan family will never allow the tragedy of decades ago to repeat itself. When the family is on duty, whoever murders an immortal genius for his own benefit and has the selfish intention of destroying it if he doesn't get it will be punished.
In the capital, there are fights, vendettas, frame-ups, and innocent people. Don't blame me for not showing any dignity and going on a killing spree."
Mr. Xuan's face was as beautiful as a crown jade, as beautiful and elegant as a beautiful woman. However, he suppressed his smile, his eyes were cold and slightly showed some momentum. The air in the huge elegant room instantly dropped to below freezing point, and he had a murderous aura, like ten thousand swords hanging in the air.
Invincible.
Young Master Xuanyuan’s skills have improved again!
The cold murderous aura filled the room, and Master Lan was secretly shocked. Xuanyuan Chenbei was originally a leader among the young generation of ancient cultivators. It had only been three years since they last saw each other, and the murderous aura had almost condensed into actual strength. Compared with the last time,
There will be a qualitative change.
His nerves were tense and he did not dare to be careless: "Young Master Xuanyuan is overly worried. The Nalan family only came to Beijing to visit friends and had no intention of killing or causing trouble."
"That's very good." Young Master Xuan glanced at the fourth young master of the Nalan family, suppressed his coldness, and called out: "Ah Da, serve tea."
"Yes!" After hearing the young master's instructions, the young guard responded, walked quickly to the stairs, and sent a message to the waiter downstairs.
Young Master Xuan put away his warning-like murderous aura, and Young Master Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He came to Beijing this time just to find traces of the suspected heir of the Immortal Medical Sect. He didn't want to cause trouble. If Young Master Xuanyuan thought that the Nalan family wanted to
Stirring up chaos and targeting the Nalan family would be a big trouble.
Young Master Xuanyuan is in charge of the capital in person, so he naturally listens to Young Master when he is in charge. However, the next heir of the Nalan family has not yet been established. Generally speaking, Young Master Lan's status is slightly lower than that of Young Master Xuanyuan. In addition, he and Young Master Xuanyuan
We had no personal relationships in the past, so apart from reporting to the officer on duty on official matters, we had no other private conversations to talk about.
The host and guest had nothing to say and seemed a little embarrassed.
The tea boys had already prepared everything. When they heard the young master's guard passing the tea, they immediately brewed a pot of tea, carried it to the second floor, and handed it to Ah Da. Ah Da carried the tea on the saucer into the Dongzi Room, serving the guests and the young master.
The master made a cup of tea and retreated outside the door.
Mr. Xuan picked up the tea, made a "please" gesture, and drank tea with Mr. Lan.
The high-quality Dahongpao tea soup is orange-yellow and bright, with the fragrance of yulan. One host and one guest brewed three cups of tea in a row, and the aroma is still strong.
After three rounds of tea, Mr. Lan took his leave. Ah Da saw the guests downstairs, and then was escorted out by the tea waiter.
Ah Da returned to the private room on the second floor and saw that the young master had no intention of returning to the restaurant. He took off his shoes and sat on the side of the coffee table to make tea for the young master.
Young Master Xuan held a warm tea cup and looked at the personal guard with lowered eyebrows and eyes: "Ada, what is your impression of the disciples of the old man?"
Ah Da raised his head slightly, slightly puzzled: "Young Master, are you talking about Senior Zhongli's disciple Yan Xing?"
"Yes, I remember that a few years ago, my old family leader went to the place where Old Shan Weng came to practice Buddhism and discussed scriptures with him. When you were accompanying the old family leader that time, you should have met Old Shan Weng's disciples."
"Indeed." A trace of respect escaped from Ah Da's eyebrows: "That time I followed my old family master to visit the old man Shan Weng, and I was lucky enough to meet Shan Weng's disciple Yan Shao. However, the young master Yan was seriously injured at the time, and the old man Shan Weng took the disciple to his side.
Recuperate, my old master once praised Young Master Yan as a good man with strong bones."
"Have you had any conversations with Mr. Yan?"
"No, Young Master Yan was seriously injured at that time. He was often unconscious and sometimes awake. I only saw Young Master Yan once when the old patriarch went to visit him. Young Master Yan didn't wake up when the old patriarch came down the mountain, so there was no chance to talk. I just
Remember Master Yan’s face.”
"I remember that my old master once said that Young Master Yan was poisoned. Is that true?"
"Yes, the old man Shan Weng said that he asked Master Qingyang to diagnose his disciple's pulse and said he was poisoned. He lamented that there was no trace of the immortal medical disciple and could not be found anywhere. He could only watch his disciple suffer. No one has confirmed that the immortal medical disciple is serious.
He is now in the world, and it is said that Young Master Yan has to go back to the old man's house every year on time, so I guess Young Master Yan's poison has not been cured yet."
"Do you know what kind of poison Young Master Yan was poisoned with?"
"I didn't know that even Master Qingyang couldn't solve it. It must be very difficult."
"Ada, do you think it's possible that Young Master Yan has found an immortal doctor, so the ancestor of the He family miraculously recovered?"
"Young Master, I think the possibility is very rare. There are more chances of coincidence. If Young Master Yan finds the immortal doctor, the old man will definitely go out to visit him after hearing the news."
"I always feel that the little girl that Mr. Yan is accompanying today is not simple. Do you think it is possible that the little girl is a disciple of the Immortal Medical Sect?"
"Young Master, if you don't have inner strength, you can't do acupuncture. It is a certain fact that the little girl is a disciple of ancient martial arts. As for the possibility of being a disciple of the immortal doctor, it is unlikely. The little girl is too young. With her age, she can only practice martial arts based on her talent.
It's not difficult to achieve some success, but it would be unreasonable to have medical skills at a national level at a young age."
"Forget it, forget it, I won't bother guessing who the little girl is. If Nalan's family informs them, the Guwu family will enthusiastically find out which sect the little girl is a descendant of. The Immortal Medicine Sect will also
Let those people who came to the capital excitedly search for it slowly. Anyway, as long as they find out the results, I will know sooner or later."
"Young Master, I dare to bet that if anyone said that the Immortal Medical School is not only good at medicine but also good at cooking, you would run faster than any other family and look for someone harder than anyone else."
"Ah Da Ye, who knows me. I started my career as a cook. What else can I study if I don't specialize in cooking? So, you guys should pay more attention to the matter of finding immortal medical disciples and pay attention to the movements of those guys. Young Master, I still have two
He doesn't listen to what's going on outside the window and concentrates on studying how to be good at cooking."
"Young Master, this is not a small blow to you. You have studied cooking skills for many years, and the food you cook is mostly black food, which makes people dare not compliment you."
"Anyone who dares to say that my cooking skills are poor or that what I cook is dark must have not washed his eyes when he woke up in the morning. Didn't you hear Chef Wen say that the pork stewed vermicelli I made is amazing?"
"Young Master, I remember Chef Wen said that the pork vermicelli you made is basically good enough for people to eat."
"If you can meet people, doesn't it mean you can become a master? Humph, Ah Dao's brain is getting worse and worse."
"Yes, yes, yes, my little brain is not very bright. Young Master, you are talented and smart. If your talent in cooking is as high as your martial arts understanding, I will definitely thank God and thank my ancestors." The young master makes one every time.
It’s a dark dish, and as a personal bodyguard, I’m “lucky” to be the first to taste it, but I’m tired of it and don’t like it!
"Forget it, I won't talk to people like you who don't understand the style. I'll go back and continue to study cooking skills. Ah Da, why don't you wait for me to change my clothes?" After being poured a basin of cold water on him, Xuan Shao felt a little depressed.
Your art is obviously very good, why is no one appreciating it?
Ah Da held back his laughter, got up and put on his shoes, helped the young master get his coat, helped the young master get dressed, followed the young master who was occasionally arrogant, out of the private room and downstairs, left the teahouse and returned to the restaurant.
