"Old Zhao?"
"Why is he driving two carriages by himself?”
"Did he bring the Hu Sisters?”
Lin Xuan thought of something and hurriedly went downstairs.
Just as he reached the entrance, he saw the Hu Sisters as he wished.
Since Hu Yan and Hu Yan were not married yet, they were much younger than in the anime.
"Greetings, Mister Lin."
The Hu Sisters with black hair bowed in unison after getting off the car.
Hu Yan was more shy and Hu Yan was more curious, so Lin Xuan recognized who was the elder sister and who was the younger sister at a glance.
After a few simple pleasantries, Lin Xuan called Yan Lingji down.
Then, he asked Yan Lingji to bring the Hu Sisters to the second floor to pick out clothes.
Coincidentally, he had prepared a lot of clothes today. Even if the four of them wore them, they definitely wouldn't be able to finish them!
After Yan Lingji left with the Hu Sisters, Old Zhao and Young Master Shang sat in the familiar seats by the window.
"Shopkeeper Lin, you don't know how dangerous it is to go to Xin Zheng to save people.”
"You must know that Hu Yan is the woman that the current Han Country's Crown Prince has taken a fancy to.”
"Her sister Hu Yan is the woman that Han Country's Left Sima Liu Yi has taken a fancy to.”
"Fortunately, you let me go in time. If I had gone half a month later, I'm afraid that the rice would have been cooked.”
Old Zhao could not help but sigh as he drank.
This rescue was more dangerous than the previous ones.
Because Han An and Liu Yi were preparing to marry the Hu sisters at the beginning of the next month, Xinzheng had been heavily guarded recently.
"I didn't misjudge you."
"This bottle of wine, this Lin toasts you!"
Lin Xuan smiled lightly and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp.
Old Zhao hurriedly raised his hand to signal him to not stand on ceremony, then returned the favor.
"There's going to be a good show next."
"It is said that Crown Prince An Yuan plans to marry Lady Hu Yan when he succeeds to the throne at the beginning of next month.”
"But now Miss Hu Yan has become Shopkeeper Lin's woman. I wonder if Han An has sent out the wedding invitation.”
"If he sent someone to send it to the civil and military officials in advance, then this matter will be interesting!”
Old Zhao laughed loudly.
To be able to make the future King of Han suffer was something to be proud of!
Young Master Shang smiled brightly.
"Old Zhao, what happened to your arm?"
"You were shot by the Han Country's Night Arrow?”
"You didn't expose your identity this time, right?”
When Lin Xuan saw the scar on Old Zhao's arm, his smile instantly froze on his face.
He had just stepped into the half-step martial grandmaster realm. If Night knew his true identity now, it would not be a good thing.
Moreover, the tavern had only been open for three months. It was still more than 80 days away from the mission requirement of half a year!
"My arm is fine. It's just some superficial injuries. It'll be fine in a few days.”
"An open spear is easy to block, but a hidden arrow is hard to guard against. In the future, when someone comes to the tavern to cause trouble, Shopkeeper Lin, you must be careful of hidden weapons.”
"The night killer chased me to the border of Qin and Han and returned. If you want to find me in the huge Qin country, what's the difference between finding a needle in a haystack?”
Old Zhao said confidently.
He was the Great Qin's Zhongche Manor Magistrate, why would he be afraid of the night?
If it wasn't for the fact that Young Master Shang had repeatedly warned him not to cause trouble after he went to Han Country's Xinzheng, he could have killed Liu Yi and Han An!
"That's good."
Lin Xuan heaved a sigh of relief.
Immediately after, the lithe Li Ji walked down from the second floor. She bowed to Young Master Shang and Zuckerberg before going to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
In her opinion, a woman should be in charge of the house, and she should be able to go to the hall and cook.
Therefore, after learning that there were guests, she immediately withdrew from the ranks of choosing clothes to help Lin Xuan.
……
After a while, Li Ji came out of the kitchen with a few bowls of porridge.
Since the summer was not over yet, she deliberately put a few ice cubes under the bowl.
"This is?"
"Ice porridge?"
"But why is it white, just like Sheep-Fat White Jade?”
Young Master Shang was puzzled.
Old Zhao scratched his head, indicating that he did not know either.
They usually ate millet.
"This is called white rice porridge. It's good for your stomach. Try it.”
"White rice porridge?"
Young Master Shang was stunned when he heard this, and then he drank according to Lin Xuan's instructions.
Old Zhao followed closely behind and began to drink like he was drinking.
Fortunately, Li Ji had put ice cubes under the bowl in advance. Otherwise, Old Zhao's throat would have been scalded and swollen!
"Isn't this too delicious?"
"Moreover, after drinking it, the fragrance will linger on your lips and teeth.”
"I really wish I could have a bowl of white rice porridge like this for every meal in the future.”
Old Zhao said after swallowing the last grain of rice in his bowl.
He had never tasted such delicious porridge before. It was more than ten times better than coarse corn porridge!
"One bowl is not enough!"
"I want five more bowls!"
After Young Master Shang finished drinking, he smacked his lips and suddenly stretched out five fingers at Lin Xuan.
Old Zhao carefully stretched out two fingers, indicating that he wanted to drink two more bowls.
Lin Xuan, who had a jade-like face, shook his head helplessly and went to the kitchen to bring the pot over for the two of them.
"If you think that this white rice porridge is only delicious, then you are gravely mistaken.”
When Old Zhao could not wait to scoop a bowl of porridge for Young Master Shang, Lin Xuan suddenly reminded him.
Old Zhao pursed his lips disapprovingly and hurriedly scooped another bowl for himself.
"What else can this white rice porridge do besides taste good?”
"Could it be that it can produce 500 kilograms per mu like the roasted sweet potato you cooked before, Shopkeeper Lin?”
Old Zhao said as he drank.
Lin Xuan nodded.
"This white rice porridge can actually produce 500 kilograms per mu?”
Old Zhao's jaw almost dropped.
He originally thought that Lin Xuan was joking, but Lin Xuan's expression told him that this was not a joke!
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