Will you listen to all the details at the dinner table just to tell a story? The words rang loudly in everyone's ears.
The answer is obvious, no.
Who would be bored enough to do such a thing?
But if he hadn't written it down in advance, how could Teacher Xiaonan on the other end of the phone know in advance what questions Wen Duo would ask and which drawer to open.
Therefore, there are only three possibilities. The first is that Teacher Xiaonan and Wen Duo will tell ghost stories together. The second is that Teacher Xiaonan is really a god. He has memorized all the details of the restaurant in advance. For high-level monks, This is actually not a difficult matter. Third, Teacher Xiao Nan squatted somewhere without knowing it, and scanned the spot with his spiritual thoughts, so he could answer the questions immediately. Here comes the question, how advanced does Teacher Xiao Nan's spiritual thoughts need to be to avoid the problem? Open up everyone's perception? Divine thoughts are like a kind of wave that can be sensed... In fact, the stronger the divine thoughts wave, the stronger the radiation. When the emperor-level divine thoughts arise, everything goes dormant.
As for the phone, the voices of Yu Shiyao and Xiaolin SIR even appeared... Although it was also very strange, the skills of simulating voices were as good as eight hundred. Everyone was more concerned about the details at the dinner table - and, the third One possibility is that Teacher Xiao Nan and Wen Duo colluded and planned to tell everyone a lively ghost story. After all, in a world that believes in metaphysics, monsters and monsters fight every day, and few are really timid, except for Yu Shiyao. The tightest one was worried about the threatening letter and was a little depressed.
"I don't think so." Gu Qianchai, as the security captain of the mansion, stood up directly at this time, "Miss Xiaonan, maybe she just used some means to make a joke. You don't need to take it seriously. If we all If they don't care, they will soon become bored. He did not allude to the first possibility, because Wen Duo is very strong. In fact, he had received a beating during the sparring a few days ago, so he would spare no effort to do it. Lick the guy in the attic to get some pointers.
He did not intend to criticize this kind of ghost story telling. After all, it was Mr. Luo who brought him. With Jing Ziru's instructions, Gu Qiancha knew that he really couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only say some superficial words, "Mr. Wen , what do you think?" Gu Qiancha asked kindly.
"I've already said that there is a problem in this mansion. If you don't believe it, I can't do anything about it." Wen Duo shrugged, "I'm hungry, Lao Wen, let's serve the food! In fact, it doesn't matter if I'm hungry, Lao Wen. Can you take on the responsibility of my young master?"
Gu Qiancha's mouth couldn't help but twitch, this guy is a bad servant!
Okay, okay, let’s not wait any longer. "Aunt Xia greeted everyone with a smile and ordered the housekeeper to start preparing for the next dinner. Gu Qianchai specially informed him that Mr. Luo brought a few friends over... With her relationship with [Li Xiaoxiao'er], Aunt Xia naturally didn't want to let go. Taking this opportunity to get to know the mysterious Mr. Luo better, he finished his work in the company in a hurry and drove at high speed all the way to arrive just before dinner.
Therefore, she didn't want to mess up tonight's party because of a little prank.
As for having such a party, it is naturally not a problem for her. As one of the top managers in the [Kunlun] entertainment industry, how can she still worry about enlivening the atmosphere?
"Yao Yao, it's rare that Mr. Luo brings friends to visit today." Aunt Xia smiled and said to Yu Shiyao: "Let's toast Mr. Luo together, and also to those of us who are gathered together tonight, and wish you a happy night ahead.
She raised her glass.
Yu Shiyao was helpless, but it was difficult to refute Aunt Xia. After all, as a manager, Aunt Xia was indeed able to help her, but she had a strong desire to control. Yu Shiyao said with a smile at this time: "Thank you Mr. Luo for your help during this time, little lady." Thank you very much, please do it first as a token of respect."
After drinking a glass of spirit wine, Xiao Luo SIR smiled slightly, saluted slightly, and then said, "Miss Yao, you're welcome, I'm just doing some duties.
Perhaps due to the energy from the spirit wine, the [Kunlun] singer's cheeks were slightly blushing. After adding a bit of blood, she was extremely beautiful.
She and Si Wuxie sat together, a Holy Land Saint and a [Kunlun] Singer, each with their own merits.
It is human nature to love beautiful things. Even if I have heard that this kind of reckless man is more important than women, he can't help but look at it a few more times.
Well, this innocent saint is not as good-looking as Miss Youye.
This Yu Shiyao is not smooth enough. [Xia Ji] has a better figure, smells better and is more beautiful than she has ever seen. Among the two people in the clinic, one of them is not even human!
In order to liven up the atmosphere, Aunt Xia started to tell some interesting stories from her business performance. The gold medal agent’s public relations ability is extremely powerful. The atmosphere at the dinner table gradually became warmer. Xiao Luo SIR would also add a few words from time to time. Aunt Xia said so well. I was even more excited, knowing that I had found the right direction to open Mr. Luo.
He likes to hear anecdotes like this: "Yao Yao, sometimes she is too innocent. Once during a performance, for a sponsor, suddenly the door of the restaurant was opened, and the sound of the door made Aunt Xia's words stop.
She looked up and saw an extraordinary-looking man in front of the door. He was approaching with his hands behind his back. His face immediately changed to a look of enthusiasm, "Master Jing, why are you down here!"
Jing Ziru. Born in the [Qi Jue] Holy Land, a [quasi-emperor], an absolute powerhouse below the emperor level, how dare Aunt Xia neglect her, so she hurriedly stepped forward to greet her.
Yu Shiyao subconsciously wanted to stand up, but was pressed by Si Wuxie sitting next to her, so she had to sit slightly awkwardly.
Jing Ziru smiled slightly, nodded briefly with Aunt Xia, and then said directly to Si Wuxie: "I heard that the saint is hosting a banquet here. Jing came uninvited. Please forgive me for the saint."
Si Wuxie simply nodded, "It's just a private party. Wu Xie didn't dare to disturb Master Jing's Qing Xiu, so he didn't notify him. Sir, he's actually here. Please take a seat quickly. I just don't know if this simple banquet will be enough." Come into your eyes."
Jing Ziru is a glutton, and everyone in [Luoshen] Holy Land is well-known. He is the [quasi-emperor] of three holy places that have settled in [Luoshen], and the standard of hospitality is naturally very high. In fact, in order to meet Jing Ziru's requirements, [Luoshen] The female nuns in charge of the food had already been miserable.
"Every food has its merits." Jing Ziru chuckled and glanced at the seats. There was no pretense at all. He directly pulled out a chair and sat down. "The key is whether the cook is careful. For example, it's just a bowl. Simple rice porridge, if made by a mother herself for her children, is also a delicacy in the world,"
As he said that, Jing Ziru suddenly looked at Xiao Luo SIR - the position where he sat was exactly opposite Xiao Luo SIR. Jing Ziru said with a smile: "I don't know if this young master agrees with Jing's words.
Si Wuxie frowned immediately. What did this guy want to do?
But with the young master in front, Si Wuxie didn't dare to move.
"I understand Master Jing's words very well." Xiao Luo SIR nodded, "The only taste in the world is three meals a day. If someone can cook wholeheartedly for himself every day, it will naturally be a very happy thing."
Si Wuxie stared blankly and took notes first.
"Three meals a day, that's very good! It seems that this young master is of the same kind." Jing Ziru chuckled softly. He glanced at the meals that had been served, and suddenly reached out and touched the table. Above it, three extremely delicate boxes appeared instantly.
Everyone looked curiously at the [quasi-emperor] who seemed to have no airs.
"Jing once traveled to the far north. In the deep sea, he occasionally found a few ingredients." Jing Ziru slowly opened the box, "It is better to enjoy it alone than to enjoy it with everyone. Let's share it with everyone today."
High-end ingredients often only need to be able to emit the ultimate spiritual energy wave fluctuations. Qianzai couldn't help but take a deep breath. The ingredients in front of him, no matter what they were, were clearly just a bag of spiritual stones. He couldn't even look at them. The light came out. If I could eat one bite of this top-notch food, wouldn't it be worth ten days of hard training? "Master Jing, you are too polite!" Aunt Xia's voice was a little worried at this time, "I'm afraid it's The chef in the mansion is not good and he ruined your ingredients!"
"Tianzhi" Jing Bairu waved his hand, and then waved his hand again. Several charcoal stoves, cutting boards, a set of kitchen knives, and several utensils soon appeared on the luxurious long dining table.
"This is a cold fish from the deep sea. It's not included in the Baiwei recipe, and Jing doesn't know the name." Then he saw Jing Zi cut a dark fish in one of the boxes with his own hands. It actually looked quite ugly. It’s weird, “but its meat is delicate and doesn’t have any fishy smell, and it’s sweet, just like a mint. It’s most suitable for cutting raw... By the way, it also needs to be paired with some good soy sauce.
Whether the [quasi-emperor]'s Taoism is strong or not can be seen by looking at Wen Duo who uses a knife to cut fish, and Wen Duo's eyes are glaring at this moment.
A plate of raw slices was spread evenly on the crushed ice. Like a work of art, he pushed the plate out with a smile and said, "Everyone, please have a taste."
Lao Wen frowned at this time.
Ah Lin SIR was a little surprised and asked curiously: "Mr. Wen, what's the matter? Speaking of which, he and Wen Duo had already met at the [Red King's Tomb]. Although they were not familiar with each other, they were both from Luochu. The look in his eyes!
"That's superficial!" Lao Wen sighed at this time, "I originally thought that this [quasi-emperor] was here to show off, but I didn't expect that he really came here to show off."
―What the hell?
Ah Lin SIR couldn't help but laugh a little, but the pressure brought by the [quasi-emperor] was indeed not light, but he didn't expect Jing Ziruran to be so unassuming, and even personally handle the ingredients for everyone.
"You can't just make fun of someone when he comes out, right?" Xiaolin SIR smiled and said, "I'm not stupid, the innocent saint is still here."
Wen Duo didn't say anything, just asked in a low voice, "Can the phone still get through?"
Xiaolin SIR was stunned, and subconsciously dialed Teacher Xiaonan's number again, "It seems there is no signal?
"Where's the other one?"
"I don't have the eldest lady's phone number." Lin Feng shook his head - mainly because [Red Boy], the eldest lady, hardly communicates with anyone except Teacher Xiaonan.
Wen Duo frowned, then approached Xiao Luo SIR and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want me to go for a walk?"
Xiao Luo SIR said: "Are the Sword Emperor and Xiao Tian still in the small building by the lake?"
Wen Duo nodded, "They should need some time."
Xiao Luo SIR said: "These ingredients are good, don't miss them, stay here."
Wen Duo naturally had no objection. He really wanted to see more how Jing Ziru wielded a knife. Even if it was just a kitchen knife, the [quasi-emperor] was at a very high level and would be of great benefit to him. Gu Qiancha probably had the same idea, since he Jing Ziru started to process the ingredients without moving his eyes. Soon, Jing Ziru finished processing the second portion of ingredients and began to grill them on the charcoal stove. After a while, the aroma of the meat filled the air, and even Jing Ziru was looking at it. Si Wuxie, who was a little defensive, could not help but feel a little hungry. Compared with the other two [quasi-emperors] stationed at [Luoshen], Jing Ziru had a lot of demands, but they were all things he could satisfy... On the contrary, the other two , the tightest [appetite] is getting more and more, and some even expressed the hope of being able to get married with the female cultivators in [Luo Shen]. How can a dual cultivator get married with an outsider?
In Si Wuxie's eyes, it is clear that the entire [Luoshen] Holy Land belongs to the Holy Emperor... It was the Holy Emperor who rescued the women of the [Yin Kui] sect from suffering and gave them the status of the Holy Emperor's dependents. Obtained the top status among them [Kunlun]!
Their bodies and minds belong to the Holy Emperor!
But later on, many poor women were rescued from the people, especially [Langya Waterside Pavilion]. They had a strong sense of belonging to the Holy Land, but they seemed to be innocent to the Holy Emperor. Try this, it tastes really good. very nice!
At this time, Yu Shiyao brought two pieces of grilled meat... Si Wuxie's thoughts were disrupted. She quietly observed the position of Xiao Luo's SIR. Seeing that he was also tasting it, she picked it up too. Chewing a piece of barbecue carefully, it is indeed good." Nan Wuxie nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jing. "Haha, what are you talking about?" Jing Ziru chuckled, "It's Jing who has been harassing the saint for many days. Next, I will deal with the third batch of ingredients...Mingxia, get me a bottle of Jiazi wine from the basement, I need it."
"Okay, sir." Aunt Xia nodded with a smile, and then said, "Do you need to pick some more rose lemon leaves for seasoning?
"Okay." Jing Ziru nodded and talked casually.
But the restaurant suddenly became a little quieter.
Just now, what did Aunt Xia call Jing Ziru, master?
Xiaolin SIR, Wen Duo, Si Wuxie, and Yu Shiyao all looked at Aunt Xia in surprise and watched her slowly walk out of the restaurant.
Mr. Wen, do you feel that Aunt Xia's walking posture has changed? Wen Duo narrowed his eyes, "It's like the posture of a servant in a mansion." "
Before Xiaolin SIR had time to reply, he heard Jing Ziru's voice again.
He was currently prying open an ingredient similar to sea urchin, "Today is my daughter's birthday, why don't you guys come here? An old friend just sent me these pine nuts and urchins. Please be normal."
Si Wuxie frowned and said in a deep voice, "Master Jing, who is your daughter...?"
"I'm just sitting next to you, innocent saint." Jing Ziru smiled slightly, but there was a strange smile on his face. There was no joy on his face. Only the corners of his mouth were raised, like a puppet. "Please. Please don't drive like this." What a joke." Yu Shiyao's face changed slightly at this time, and she subconsciously wanted to stand up. But at this moment, Yu Shiyao's face changed again, "What's wrong with my legs?"
"Miss, be careful!" Gu Qianchai walked quickly at this time, stabilized Yu Shiyao, and said anxiously: "You can't walk, be careful not to hurt your body."
Yu Shiyao quickly broke away from Gu Qianchai's hand. At this time, she pressed her hands on the table and tried her best to prop up her body... She managed to prop herself up, but was shocked to find that her legs were completely atrophied. , hung ugly on the body.
"ah--!"
She screamed, her body lost balance, and she instantly fell to the ground. Seeing this, Siwuxie quickly picked her up without caring about her manners.
Yu Shiyao cried in fear and held Si Wuxie's hands tightly, "My legs...my legs"
Jing Ziru was heard to say calmly: "Come here, the young lady is ill. Take her back to the room to rest first."
"Yes, sir."
Gu Qian almost nodded and immediately called two maids.
"What are you going to do?" Si Wuxie frowned. She had been the [Luo Shen] saint for some time and had her own aura. Gu Qiancha seemed to be suppressed. He glanced at Jing Ziru in embarrassment, seeming to ask Jing Ziru for help. There is still that boneless smile on her face, "Yao Yao has suffered from a strange disease since she was a child. The muscles in her legs have been blocked. The long-term closure has made her heart extremely fragile. She has been unable to accept this fact. I thought that today would be hers. On her birthday, having you all come to celebrate her will make her feel better. Alas, it seems that I have been too hasty... Everyone, I'm sorry. My little girl needs to rest now. Of course, the dinner party will not stop, and I will still cook for you. apologize."
"Jing Ziru, do you know who you are talking to?" Si Wuxie took a deep breath and her voice was a little deeper.
"Saint Wuxie." Jing Ziru said sternly, "Oh... no, Wuxie Jiaxi, thank you for coming to the mansion to tutor Yaoyao despite your busy schedule. She has been in a bad mood recently, and the courses in the academy are indeed... A lot has been left behind.”ωω
Si Wuxie couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes. She, the academy teacher?
"I really want to be an idol, confused? Ah, Sir Lin's eyes widened at this time, but he saw that Sir Xiao Luo was just watching the reaction of all this calmly... but he was eaten by the two dishes made with top-quality ingredients in front of him. Many people said, "There is indeed something wrong with this mansion. Wen Duo took a deep breath at this time and said, "Since you called Teacher Xiaonan, I'm afraid she has already started to remind us."
"What?" Lin Feng was stunned.
Wen Duo said expressionlessly: "If it were you, and someone asked you where you were in the mansion, would you say you were in the restaurant, or would you go so far as to say you were on the left hand side of the dining table, or would you say that there was a vase of roses in front of you? , so unnecessary?"
"This" Lin Feng was subconsciously shocked. Wen Duo looked at Xiao Luo SIR and said seriously: "Master, there is really a ghost here.
Xiao Luo SIR smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Wen, let me see what you are capable of."
Wen Duo immediately slapped his head and stood up immediately, "Wu Xie teaches me, since Miss Yao is not feeling well, we shouldn't force her, let's let Miss Yao go back to the room to rest." Si Wuxie was startled, and his heart moved. , winked at Yu Shiyao, and said calmly: "That's true. "
She was no longer protecting Yu Shiyao. Yu Shiyao, who lost the ability to move, was quickly helped up by two maids, and was taken out of the restaurant in despair. Wen Duo came over at this time holding a wine glass, "Wu Xie teaches me , as the saying goes, there is no limit to learning, and you need to study until ninety-nine. Look, if I go to the Academy to sign up now, do I still have a chance?
"If you have the will, don't be afraid of delay." Si Wuxie smiled... but was secretly surprised in her heart. Mr. Wen Duo was so good at filling in. Everyone took their seats in the fast food restaurant, and the atmosphere gradually became heated. Jing Ziru was using a sharp kitchen knife to cut the monster evenly. The servants were bringing in a plate of small icebergs with shredded fish. At this moment, Jing Zi smiled and said, "This kind of fish has delicate texture and no fishy smell. It is sweet and sweet." , like a fruit, it is best cut raw and paired with some good soy sauce. The first portion, of course, must be given to my beloved daughter."
At this time, Aunt Xia picked up the first portion of fish and slowly brought it to Yu Shiyao.
Then he saw this charming and beautiful woman smiling slightly, "Thank you, father."
Jing Ziru continued to cut the ingredients.
[Red Boy] couldn't help but move closer to Tan Nan's ear in surprise, "Teacher, just now?"
"If you don't know how to get wet, just buckle it under the table." Woman Dan rolled her eyes and interrupted directly, "Stop talking, eat whatever you want, and listen to whatever you want. [Red Boy] was stunned, aggrieved, and angry. Nan didn't pay attention, just stared at the roses in front of him and muttered: "Can you find it? It’s so obvious”
She glanced at the restaurant again. Everyone was seated and neatly arranged, but only one person was missing: her boss.
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