TSBFL Chapter 128.3

TSBFL Chapter 128.3

Chapter 128.3: 友人

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Zhao Huan saw him nodding, he then wanted to say something else, but then he heard a knock at the door.

 

“Big Boss, Little Boss asked me to come up and ask a question.”

 

“Come in.”

 

Hearing Gu Lang’s command, the waiter immediately pushed the door and walked in, firstly saluting the two people in the room, and then immediately said what Chen Xing had commanded.

 

“The little boss asked me to ask the big boss if this Gong Zi would like to stay for lunch.”

 

Before Gu Lang could say anything, Zhao Huan familiarly said, “Of course I do, I have heard that this Tian Xiang Restaurant’s food is excellent, if I don’t eat a meal and leave, wouldn’t it be a waste of a trip?”

 

When the waiter saw that when Zhao Huan said this, Gu Lang beside him didn’t refute, he immediately tacitly recognized that the big boss had also agreed to this, and then he said, “The Little Boss also asked if Gong Zi have any food you don’t want to eat.”

 

Zhao Huan stroked his chin and said with a smiling face, “There are no taboo dishes, I just can’t eat spicy food.”

 

“Alright, I’ve finished asking, I won’t bother Big Boss and Gong Zi anymore.”

 

After the waiter bowed and retreated, Zhao Huan stroked his chin and lifted his chin at Gu Lang on the seat and teased, “Your Fu Lang is a meticulous one.”

 

Gu Lang raised his eyelids and did not answer his words.

 

Zhao Huan didn’t get angry and seemed to be accustomed to his behavior, then as if he thought of something, he said, “Since I’m running away from home, can I stay in your house for a few more days?”

 

Gu Lang raised his eyes and looked at him coldly. Just when Zhao Huan thought that he would not answer, he only heard him coldly say, “As you wish, just be careful with your words, now Chen Xing only regards me as a Juren.” (in the Ming and Qing dynasties) a successful candidate in the imperial examinations at the provincial level (乡试)

 

Hearing Gu Lang’s words, Zhao Huan first froze for a moment, then covered his stomach and laughed, unable to stop himself from spitting out, “You, once a prime minister, are now dismissed by a mere Juren.”

 

Seeing Zhao Huan laughing more and more recklessly, Gu Lang’s face became more and more unsightly.

 

In the end, Zhao Huan realized something was wrong, he immediately stopped laughing, made a gesture of surrender and said, “I promise I won’t disclose your identity. Don’t worry ba.”

 

Just when Gu Lang wanted to say something, the knock on the door sounded again, only this time it was the shopkeeper who left just now, “Big Boss, Little Boss, let me ask you, it’s almost time, can we have our meal now?”

 

Gu Lang squinted at the expectant Zhao Huan and turned his head to the person outside the door, “Get ready to eat!”

 

“Okay.”

 

Not long after that, all the dishes were brought up one after another, and the most eye-catching dish was a hollow copper pot.

 

Looking at the gurgling clear soup (meat or vegetable soup without soy sauce) around the pot, as well as the several plates of thinly sliced vegetables and meat, Zhao Huan asked curiously, “What is this thing?”

 

Hearing his question, Chen Xing, who was directing the waiter to put in the dishes, took the time to reply, “This is a hot pot, put these vegetables into the white soup and cook them for a while, then put them into your own dipping sauce and dip them into it, then the taste will be great.”

 

Zhao Huan finds the hot pot and the dipping sauce so refreshing that he makes his own dipping sauce under Chen Xing’s guidance.

 

When he took his first bite of shabu-shabu, Zhao Huan’s eyes couldn’t help but light up and he repeatedly praised the chef here for his cooking skills.

 

Chen Xing thought that although Gu Lang’s friend looked like a nobleman, his temperament was quite good, and he couldn’t help but feel a little bit more fond of him.

 

As Zhao Huan was eating, he saw Chen Xing taking out a small bottle soaked in warm water from a pot of warm water on a small cooker next to him, and opened the lid to pour out a pink liquid from it.

 

Smelling the enticing aroma, Zhao Huan’s eyes lit up again and he looked at Chen Xing and asked, “What is this? How come it smells a bit like wine, but there is more of a flavor than just wine.”

 

Chen Xing looked at his curious look and explained to him, “This is the fruit wine I brewed myself, if Gong Zi likes it, I will give you a few bottles when you leave.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“No need.”

 

Two voices sounded at the same time.

 

Chen Xing turned his head to look at Gu Lang beside him, his eyes showing some doubt. He could tell that Gu Lang should be quite fond of this Gong Zi, otherwise he would not have allowed him to be so carefree.

 

Receiving Chen Xing’s perplexed gaze, Gu Lang seemed to be a little reluctant, but still explained, “He is going to stay in our residence for a few days.”

 

Chen Xing first froze for a moment, and then understood, since he was going to stay for a few days, he must not be leaving so soon. Since it is not that fast, then this wine can be delivered at any time.