Several cooks brought up a large iron plate, and a roasted fat lamb was already placed on the plate.
Although there are mostly Han people in Roufu County, it has always been a place ruled by the Khitan people, and the custom of roasting whole sheep is still retained. Khitan princes like Xiao Ming, in order to show off and please Fang Jinshi, deliberately made super large dishes.
A tall chef came forward. He raised a boning knife and gently cut off a leg of lamb. He placed it on a small wooden tray next to it. Then he used the boning knife on his wrist. The flowers were peeled off the lamb leg at an extremely fast speed, and the meat on the lamb leg was peeled off into mutton slices in an instant. The cook picked up the wooden tray with both hands, brought it directly to Fang Jinshi and said: "Please, Lieutenant Fang. "
The chef's technique was clean and neat, and his movements were quick and fast. The whole deboning process was like a magic trick. Fang Jinshi was dazzled and admired him greatly. When the chef brought the plate of mutton slices to him, Fang Jinshi praised: "Good work, good work." Technique.”
The cook's face was expressionless, and there was no joy in the other party's appreciation. He just bent down and respectfully sent the wooden tray forward.
Fang Jinshi was impressed by his skills. He quickly took the chopsticks and put a piece of mutton on the wooden tray. Just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he heard someone shout: "Be careful!"
Fang Jinshi suddenly became alert, and saw a white light in front of his eyes. The tall chef's boning knife that had just disappeared suddenly poked out from under the wooden tray and stabbed Fang Jinshi's chest. Fang Jinshi moved aside in the midst of the lightning and flint, and the tip of the knife It cut across his chest and cut a long gash on his arm, and blood spattered onto his face.
The cook missed his sword and took a step forward to make up for it. However, at this time, Wei Chong, who was beside Fang Jinshi, had already rushed towards him. Before he could draw his sword, he picked up the wine jar on the table and threw it at the cook. On the chest, his attack slowed down, and Wei Chong followed up with a single sword strike, stabbing deeply into his chest.
Fang Jinshi hugged his injured shoulder and took a few steps back. He saw twenty or thirty men wearing various clothes rushing out of the woods nearby, running toward him with swords and guns in hand. One of them shouted: "Kill him." Those named Fang will be rewarded heavily." Some of these people were wearing the clothes of servants. They thought they had sneaked in just to assassinate Fang Jinshi. The expressions of Xiao Ming and several young masters changed greatly, and Mr. Jia trembled: "You... you guys Who is it...?"
The leader slashed Fang Jinshi over with his sword, pointed at Fang Jinshi with his sword and said: "Up!" He led the people and rushed up. Wei Chong held his knife in front of Fang Jinshi and said: "Quickly go." Then he fought with the people in front to stop these things. The man rushed towards Fang Jinshi.
Fang Jinshi thought that he was no match for these people who fought hard. Seeing that these people were blocking the front door, he could only walk along the winding path on the lake railing of the Ruyi Building to the other side. He just turned around and took a step, and saw a killer on the side holding a dagger. The one with the dagger had already rushed forward. Fang Jinshi was eager to find a weapon to resist, but could not find anything else for a while. Yun Nuer followed him with the pipa in his arms. Fang Jinshi stepped forward and snatched the pipa from her arms and threw it at her head. On the man's forehead, Yun Nu'er exclaimed: "My lute!" With her exclamation, Pipa blossomed on the man's head, knocking the man dizzy.
Fang Jinshi said: "Run quickly." He reached out and took Yun Nuer's hand and ran up the lake path. Wei Chong tried his best to fight back these people a few steps, and followed Fang Jinshi and said: "Hurry up." The lake path was only three feet long. Kuan, although there were many killers, they could not mobilize too many people to fight. Wei Chong cut off and retreated, crossing the lake to the other side.
