Huang Rong knew that for Wudang's sake, they didn't do anything too much.

What I was thinking about was that I could get a lot of money.

But what about now?

It's gone! It's all gone!

Not only did he not get a share, but even the money that should have been taxed disappeared with Wudang's intervention!

Who should I blame?

Should I blame the King of Yan who only knows how to eat and drink every day, or the Lan family who is forced to do so?

Could it be that Linjiang dares to blame the living god on Wudang Mountain?

I didn't eat mutton, and it made me feel sexy.

Huang Rong had to swallow a bitter fruit by herself.

Guo Jing almost lost his official hat!!!

To appease everyone.

Not only did she pay the fee for this martial arts conference, but she also agreed to the minister surnamed Wang to go to Lin'an Mansion with Guo Jing another day.

As for Linjiang's lost annual silver, who should make up for it?

Huang Rong really couldn't think of this.

You can't let her use the money from the Beggars' Sect to make up for the holes, right?

Still, I have to make up hundreds of thousands of taels every year...

When Huang Rong thought of this, she couldn't help but hold her forehead.

Somehow, she often feels dizzy recently.

Eating food is also unbearable.

After resting for a while, Huang Rong looked at the dim sky outside and felt a little worried.

"I hope Brother Jing can be safe and sound..."

......

......

Of course Guo Jing is safe and sound!

In other words, he searched with people for an afternoon, but he didn't even see Li Mochou's shadow!

I worked in vain for the afternoon.

When Guo Jing brought people back, he was still full of resentment.

"Where are the thieves?"

But he didn't know, just as he was saying something.

Two "female thieves" with superb skills have now mixed into the Full Moon Restaurant in Xiangyang City to eat and drink.

Full Moon Tower.

kitchen.

The two black and red women were watching the chef who was tied up in front of them cook.

There are two chicken skeletons left on the table.

It is said that it was specially prepared for the princes in the city.

"...Hizz...you don't say it, the roast chicken tastes so good..."

Putting down the chicken bones in his hand, Dongfang Bai burped several times one after another.

This made her blush.

Fortunately, the shining fire in the kitchen obscured the scene.

"Just a little bit of vulgarity."

Li Mochou, who only ate one chicken leg and two chicken wings, glanced at her with disdain.

After a while, a plate of fried pork with green onions was brought up by the fat chef.

Um.

He was obviously a big man, but he looked a bit like a scathing look.

"Hey, two girls, I'll tell you, I'm not roast chicken.

Do you know the salty chicken?

This is crispy chicken!

It’s the kind that the prince applauds after eating it!”

"Go to copy your food!"

Dongfang Bai, who was holding the chopsticks, glared at him.

When the fat chef heard this, he shrank his neck and became cowardly.

After picking up the chopsticks and eating them for a few bites, Dongfang Bai suddenly frowned:

"Cook here!"

"Hey, here we come."

The fat chef holding the chili in his hand ran back in a daze.

"What are the instructions for the two girls?"

"You fried this dish?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Why is it different from the crispy chicken before?"

"This...is different?"

“Unless!”

After the words came, Dongfang Bai slapped the table, and the fat chef was so scared that he started to tremble.

"Do it slow! I say I say it!"

“Say it…”

"That...that...that crispy chicken was made by my master."

With a bit of guilt on his face, the fat chef licked his face and said:

"My master, when you two entered the door, you two were knocked out.

There is no way, I can only do this, I will make food for you two..."

"Your master? Go and wake him up! He will do it!"

"this...."

"What? No?"

"This... I'll tell you both, don't be angry...

My master is a man. He has a bad temper on weekdays. You two don’t pay for it and beat people... You just wake him up and he won’t bring it to you!"

"Hard temper?"

"That's sure! Let me tell you both! As for my master's skills, I was in charge of the Huanghe Tower at the beginning!

Yellow Crane Tower.

Just by the river.

Which one in Li Bai’s poem... I wonder if you two have heard of it?"

Hearing his words, Dongfang Bai looked at Li Mochou.

Li Mochou: "..."

She wanted to give the fat chef a silver needle, but she really didn't want to eat "pig food".

There was no way, so I could only ask with a sneer:

"Since it's the chef of Huanghe Tower, why did you come to Xiangyang?"
Chapter completed!