Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The chefs collectively showed the look of "Meow Meow Meow!!! Is there anything else I have to do?" Then the helper was stunned for a while, and then suddenly realized the fact of "Huh? Oh, I also have a job."

This scene of being in a hurry and forcibly showing orderliness.

Whether this scene was a move by His Royal Highness Fusu, or planned by an unreasonable young master.

What is the meaning behind it, and what thoughts and feelings are expressed?

Fusu, the host of the banquet, has not yet appeared.

The high-ranking officials who were close to their superiors suddenly felt a faint fear of Mr. Ce, who was very likely to be planning trouble secretly.

Because they had never had direct contact with Young Master Ce, they only had side information about Sai Bei's madness. Except for the scheming of foreigners, they didn't know him at all.

Gongzi Ce is full of unknowns and scary.

第170五章 茶宴（5）

"...this is probably the most significant piece of meat I've ever seen."

"Me too."

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded in the bustling banquet hall, but it was all covered by the melodious and pleasant ritual music.

Princes and grandchildren, as long as the hereditary nobles want to eat, there will be subordinates, and the subordinates of the fathers will hand it over, and no one will be moved by a piece of meat.

However, cooking meat with a tripod is not fresh.

The fresh one is Yuwang Kyushu Ding Boiled Pork.

The aggressiveness of this meat will soar seven or eight grades in an instant. The noble boys and girls straighten their skirts, raise their buttocks and abdomen, and kneel in front of the desk with the most standard etiquette, as devout as if they entered the ancestral temple and saw the ancestor tablet generally.

The nobleman took the Kyushu tripod small stewed meat distributed by the attendant with both hands, and placed it gently on the table with a more cautious attitude than serving his own father.

King Yu, there is knowledge under the spring... It is estimated that the person who used the Kyushu Ding as a boiled meat Ding will be beaten to death with a big spoon.

Although it is cooked extremely well by top chefs, it is full of color, fragrance and taste.

But this meat, no matter how you look at it, seems to have been prepared temporarily, without even having time to remove the broken bones.

The most important thing is that meat dishes should be one of the main dishes in the banquet hall, and no matter how indifferent they should be, they should not be ranked first.

The weird atmosphere spread, and no one moved chopsticks first.

Gongsun stared at the small plate of "Flesh and Bone", and after a long silence, he slowly shifted his gaze to Yan Ce's delicate plate of "Fat and Thin".

Discrimination is "slightly" as serious as "a little bit".

It's so serious that it looks like it was raised by a real mother, and picked up by a stepmother at a garbage dump.

This must have been specially taken care of.

Yan Ce smiled, quietly lurking in the middle of the enemy army to play Infernal Affairs.

The girls and teenagers sitting a little far away might not be able to see clearly, but Gongsun, who was crowded into the same case with Yan Ce, could see it clearly. Tao Te Ching.

...Look again.

Still too sour.

Most of the nobles in Xianyang will enter the same aristocratic school, and the teachers are all high-ranking officials who are close to the status of Jiuqing. The great sages of a certain school have very high requirements for the five comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor. It is estimated that every one of them has been screened out by the cruel competition system.

So even if someone wants to get up and punch Yan Ce to open his mind, he will restrain his irritable emotions.

The young son of the hereditary aristocratic Bai family, and the many young men who had been mercilessly hit by Yan Ce before, recovered within a short time.

The process is not important, what matters is the final result. As long as you can successfully meet His Royal Highness Fusu, you will be sure to dig the pot of Gongzi Ce and loosen the soil of Gongzi Ce. As long as you swing the hoe well, there is no corner that cannot be broken.

It's just that now everyone is caught in the confusion of whether to eat or not to eat, all kinds of brain filling connotations, and revealing indescribable complexity.

"Student Mo Yan, please analyze the current situation?"

Gongsun knelt down in front of the table, and asked warmly, "I and other ordinary people really can't understand His Royal Highness Fusu's intentions, so I ask classmate Mo Yan to clarify our doubts for us."

No one dared to move their chopsticks first.

After all, no one has experienced this kind of thing before, who knows what to pay attention to, in case something ugly happens, in front of nearly half of the senior officials in the court, a group of aristocratic sons and classmates, it will be a bit too glorious to spread the word.

Mo Yan thought hard for a long time, then cast suspicious eyes on Yan Ce, who was as obedient as an honest person, and then shook his head.

"His Highness Fusu's intentions, I can't guess."

Yan Ce held his chin and said with a faint smile, "Maybe there is no special intention."

No intention?

How can there be no deep meaning to cooking meat with Kyushu cauldron, just like a boy sleeping with the king of Qin, it is completely beyond imagination.

Mo Yan felt that his IQ had been raped, and felt a little pity for this sunny boy who was so honest that he was almost heartless.

Honest man, how did you survive until today?

It is definitely a rare species to be so honest.

The wealthy lady at the back, or the aristocratic lady who stepped into the court stared at the prey with eyes that showed a desire to devour the young man alive, and they all began to go to the young man's side in the name of discussion to talk about family matters.

Perhaps this group of good-looking big-breasted little bitches can tell the difference between the little fritters who have rejected them without opening their mouths, and which ones are stupid people who can entrust their lower body...life.

Nine times out of ten, the aristocratic youngsters present here came to the banquet for the purpose of overturning the car, and strictly refused the coquettish style. At the same time, they waited for the young man in the black dress to panic when he was at a loss. expression.