Wang Jian handed the letter to Black Ice Stage, who had come along with him. After giving some instructions, Wang Jian returned to Meng Fan's house and saw this strange scene.
Ying Zheng and Meng Fan sat at the dining table, not eating. Instead, they stared at the sparrow in Ying Zheng's hand.
"What's wrong?" Wang Jian found a seat and sat down in confusion.
At this moment, the sparrow in Ying Zheng's hand was already on the verge of death, and it was about to die from the poison.
It hadn't even been an hour since he had fed the pill, and the dishes on the table hadn't even cooled down yet.
Ying Zheng was burning with rage. He threw down the sparrow in his hand and slammed the table,""Those necromancers are really audacious! How dare you lie that this poison pill can prolong one's life!”
Wang Jian, who was by the side, also came back to his senses and somewhat understood what had happened.
Looking at the motionless sparrow on the ground, his heart was in turmoil.
The elixir that those necromancers refined for His Majesty was actually poisonous?
Meng Fan, who already knew the result, continued eating and said,""Those necromancers might not even know that the process of refining pills would be mixed with poisonous substances. If such pills were taken for a long time, I don't need to say more about the consequences, right?”
" Luckily, Old Zhao, you don't eat much, so you can still be saved." Meng Fan continued," There's no such thing as immortality in this world. You're born human, and sickness and death are the norm. Old Zhao, although you're rich, you can't escape these things."”
Ying Zheng remained silent.
After he unified the world, he became interested in immortality. Which supreme ruler in the past dynasties was not interested in immortality?
Coupled with the persuasion of those necromancers, who guaranteed that they could refine divine pills for him, he fell for it.
Fortunately, Ying Zheng hadn't developed an obsession with immortality yet, so he could still listen to Meng Fan's words.
Sighing deeply, Ying Zheng said to Meng Fan,""Thank you for your guidance, young friend.”
Wang Jian was surprised. This was the first time he had heard Ying Zheng say that he was muddle-headed. It seemed that those necromancers in Xianyang City were going to be in trouble…
Now that the toxicity of the pills had been known by Ying Zheng, would those alchemists still be able to survive?
It was destined to be a roll of heads!
" Eat quickly." Sensing the heavy atmosphere, Meng Fan said to the two," Eat on time, pay attention to your diet, and exercise. These are the secrets to longevity. Old Zhao hasn't been taking pills for long, so pay attention to his health. It won't take long for the toxins in his body to be expelled."”
Ying Zheng nodded, but when he thought about how long he had been eating poison pills, how could he be in the mood to eat?
Meng Fan continued." Old Zhao, tomorrow I'll teach you a fist technique that can really extend your life. After you learn it, practice it every morning. I guarantee it'll be more effective than that pill!"”
"Really?" Ying Zheng was attracted by his words and hurriedly looked at him.
It was impossible for him to live forever, but Ying Zheng still wanted to pursue longevity if possible.
" Really." Meng Fan nodded, then chuckled, rubbing his thumb and index finger." But the tuition fee..."
Ying Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Fortunately, he was already used to Meng Fan's desperate character. He nodded immediately."I understand. We'll calculate it separately."
"It's easy to talk to smart people!" Meng Fan praised him and gave him some vegetables." Eat more vegetables, healthy!"”
With Meng Fan's ruckus, the atmosphere at the dining table became lively. Ying Zheng let go of the depression in his heart and started eating again.
After tasting Meng Fan's cooking, Wang Jian praised him repeatedly.""Little friend's culinary skills are impeccable. I've never eaten such delicious food in my life!”
"Is there a need to say? I told you that it was reasonable to charge you for your food and accommodation.”Meng Fan raised his head proudly.
In this era where cooking skills were low, it was not an exaggeration for him to say that his cooking skills were the best in the world.
After eating the good dishes, Wang Jian's heart was also a little itchy. He could not help but open his mouth to ask,"Little friend, do you have any wine at home?"
The Qin people's love for wine was a passive talent, and Wang Jian was naturally no exception.
How could he not have some wine when he was eating such delicious braised pork?
"The wine I brew is very strong. Are you sure you want to drink it?”Meng Fan looked at the two suspiciously.
Of course, his wine was brewed by the retorting method. It was at least 40 to 50 degrees, which was not something ordinary wine could compare to.
Wang Jian, who was questioned by Meng Fan, was instantly upset. His alcohol tolerance was being looked down upon by this kid. He immediately slammed the table and said,""The stronger the better! What wine have I not drunk before? If you can get me drunk, you can make any request. As long as it's not too much, this old man will satisfy you!”
Ying Zheng smiled. He knew a little about Wang Jian's alcohol tolerance, and at this moment, he was also craving for it. Just as Wang Jian had said, it was really a waste of time for such good food to not be accompanied by wine.
" Little friend," he said to Meng Fan," I also want to taste how strong your wine is."”
"Alright, just you wait!" Meng Fan put down his chopsticks and got up to get some wine.
Hmph hmph, this young master has reminded you all not to blame me if you drink too much later.
Taking out two jars of wine, Wang Jian filled a bowl for himself without a word.
"Tsk, I can't drink this wine like this…" Meng Fan was about to remind him when Wang Jian finished the white wine in his bowl.
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