Don't forget Qian Xun Mo tonight

There is no place to sit down, and there are no boxes in the store, so you can only make do with it here.Zhang Zai took out a clean silk cloth and wiped the chair and the side of the table clean, and waited for Nan Gong Ruo to take his seat, while Nan Gong Qing and Shen Xing didn't care about that.

This action naturally aroused another hot discussion among the reckless people around, and they all speculated about the identity of this group of people.

"Master, what do you want to eat? Although this restaurant is remote, there are all kinds of chicken, duck and fish." Sitting in the upper seat is the uncle, and the second child naturally understands, but his question confuses Nangong Ruo.Nangong Ruo seldom dined at the same table with his son and daughter-in-law, and used to eat in his own room when traveling, so he didn't know the preferences and taboos of the two of them.

Zhang Zai understood the master's silence. Although he is the housekeeper of the Nangong family, the father and son do not live together. In order to take care of Nangongruo, he only walks in another residence. I understand, so I can only let Xiaoer serve some special dishes in the shop.

The waiting time was a little longer, probably because there were too many customers in the store. If Nangong Ruo hadn't stopped him and didn't want to make trouble, he might have gone to make a big fuss with Zhang Zai's personality.

The guests of this inn are mainly some self-proclaimed martial arts people. As the leader of martial arts, Nan Gongqing has a lot of contact with them, but those casual living habits are really unacceptable at all. It is inevitable to face a table full of big fish and meat. Frown.Nan Gongruo and Shen Xing's tastes were also bland, so they had no choice but to ask Xiao Er to change to some lighter dishes, and this table was reserved for the two servants who were rushing along the way.

Even Nangong Ruo, the lightest dish in the store, still had some taboos. As a last resort, Zhang Zai asked for a bowl of warm water, rinsed the dishes one by one, and then put them into Nan Gongruo's bowl. Although doing so washed away a lot of taste, But Nangong Ruo could still get his mouth in front of him.

Such a move naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the cook behind.

This man's name is Li San. He used to be a beggar. Later, he was picked up by the old cook here and took him home to become a closed apprentice, learning a craft.After the old cook returned to the west, he took over the kitchen of the inn.

Originally, the purpose of cooking is to make the guests happy. Li San likes to watch the guests drink the wine he brewed and eat the dishes he cooked, but he never thought that such a group of people would be picky and picky, so angry. Do not call one place.

Li San is a straight person, he always speaks directly, so he rushed out of the back kitchen angrily, ran to Nan Gongruo, and threw the towel tied on his forehead to wipe sweat on the table.

"Guest officer, don't eat my dishes if you find them unpalatable, and wash them with water. Is my dish rolled in mud or in salt piles?"

Zhang Zai felt that the cook looked familiar, and after much deliberation, he finally found this face from his memory.

This is impossible, how is this possible, that person is already dead, he was the one who saw that person take his last breath.

Glancing secretly at his master, Nangong Ruo didn't show any difference, could it be that he remembered it wrong, maybe it was true, after all, when he came to Nangong's house that year, that person was already tortured by illness. , he just cast a few glances, I'm afraid he really admitted the wrong person.

Li San looked at Nan Gongruo carefully.

At a young age, he reveals an air of frailty, and is dressed gorgeously, with a face like that of a banished immortal. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like someone who walks in the martial arts world and mixed up in the officialdom.Could it be that kind of thing, although he has never seen a small official or something, he has heard of the people in the inn talking a lot, and many rich and powerful people like to keep some more beautiful ones at home. man.But if it was a small official, why did he still bring his female relatives with him? The woman beside him didn't look like a girl, but she looked a bit like a lady. She had a close relationship with the young man beside him, and they looked like husband and wife.

It’s weird.

Nangong Qing didn't want to cause more trouble, so he also apologized, after all, they were rude in the first place.

"My father is old and can't eat strong food, so I ask this little brother to forgive me."

Father?Father!

Li San looked at the person in front of him, and there was no similarity in appearance with the guest officer next to him. If he looked carefully, there was a bit of similarity between his eyebrows and eyes, but even so, it was impossible for him to be father and son?Could it be that the lives of wealthy families are much more complicated than ordinary people like them think?

Li San didn't know what to say for a moment.

Nangongqing can fully understand Li San's surprise now. Anyone who has visited Nangongruo in these years will have this doubt, but he can't do anything about it.

Nangong Qingben is Nangong Ruo's adopted son. The two are not related by blood, and there is no similarity in appearance. Besides, his father has not grown much at this age except that he has been closer than before for decades. , at least Nangong Ruo's appearance has not changed much from what Nangong Qing saw when he was young.Looking at Zhang Zai in a blink of an eye, he is the same age as Nangong Ruo, but the wrinkles on his temples that have already been dyed white cannot be concealed.

Zhang Zai asked Xiao Er at the side if the room had been prepared. Now that it was done, Nangong Ruo said goodbye and went upstairs to rest.

Nan Gongruo brushed past Li San, and Li San smelled a familiar scent from him.

This is the smell of rust, not blood, but a smell unique to swords.

This was just a passing thought of Li San, and he didn't take it to heart. He unceremoniously sat on the vacant seat and chatted with Nangong Qing. The woman was not used to being surrounded by a large group of men, so she also went upstairs to rest.

Chapter 3

"Guest officer, is it really your own father who went up just now?"

Li San had never read a book, so naturally he couldn't utter any official words. Fortunately, Nan Gongqing had dealt with rough people in the martial arts a lot in the past, so he was used to it long ago, so he didn't feel any discomfort.

"My father looks young, but now he is over fifty."

Half a hundred, isn't that fifty, that is the age that ordinary people can live to, but it is rare to have the appearance of a 50-year-old at the age of 20. Could it be that he has practiced something that can keep youth forever martial arts?If it really exists in this world, then those heroines in the Jianghu will fight to the death for it.

"Guest officer, where are you going? You don't look like people from the Jianghu."

Nan Gongqing was a little helpless. Although Tang Tang, a martial arts leader, was not as burly as some people, and had a scholarly air, when would he be able to distinguish martial arts people from the outside?Could it be that only the five big and three rough can dominate the martial arts?Thinking about it instead, the so-called martial arts people they can meet in these places should be just some reckless people who have practiced boxing and kicking for several years. How many people have seen real martial arts.

"My family has been in business for generations, and the Qingming Festival is coming soon, so I went back to my hometown to visit the grave."

Tomb-sweeping in Qingming, the others here are either alone, or they don’t know where they came from. To them, Qingming might as well hold some martial arts tournament or something.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Nangong Qing say that.

"Guest officer, you don't know that when you father and son show up, everyone's hearts are in suspense." Li San explained the whole story.

Although they are located in a remote place, it is the most famous Tingfeng Villa in the martial arts world. The owner of Tingfeng Villa, Feng Haoran, has an only daughter who is of marriageable age, so he decides to compete in martial arts to recruit relatives and choose a good son-in-law. tomorrow.Many people came to join in the fun, plus trying their luck, if they accidentally became the son-in-law of the Feng family, the future would be bright.

But there is another condition for Tingfeng Mountain Villa to choose a son-in-law, that is, not only need to be the best in martial arts, but also need to be good looking. Those with disabilities are not allowed to participate, and those with facial scars are not allowed to participate. This is the primary registration condition.

And if Nangong and Qing Nangong participated, it is possible for Miss Feng to fall in love with her just because of her looks.

It has been more than a hundred years since Tingfeng Villa was established, and the foundation has been established long ago. Naturally, this son-in-law needs to marry, there is no doubt about it.

After listening to it, Nangong Qing had a thought, why not take his father to see the scene of the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, his father must have never seen this kind of fighting, presumably he would love to join in the fun.

Nan Gongqing relayed what he had heard from Li Sana to Nan Gongruo, and Nan Gongruo did not object. Originally, their plan was to arrive in Jingzhou a few days earlier, so a delay of one day is not a big problem.

In the middle of the night, there was no other noise in the inn except for the lingering snoring. At this time, everyone should have fallen asleep.

Only the light in Nan Gongruo's room was still on. He always slept less, and when he had nothing to do, he would look up some chess records of his ancestors. This is how he spent his spare time on weekdays.

It started to rain again outside the window, the more it was Qingming, the more frequent it was, Nangong was cold and couldn't be cold for a long time, but he didn't close the window, he was a little confused, just as Zhang Zai said, There are variables in this row.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Nangong Ruo was a little skeptical at first, but in the middle of the night, who would come to look for him?This chaotic breath is easy to distinguish, it is him.

"Well, guest officer, I am Li San, the cook. I have been rude during the day, and I hope the guest officer will forgive me."

Put together the chess record and gently put it on the table. This chess record has been with him for decades. It is a thing of his childhood, and he cherishes it very much now.

If Nangong opened the door, a visitor was standing at the door with a bowl of hot porridge.He wiped his nose with his sleeve, and he seemed to have caught a cold, which is indeed easy to catch cold in this kind of weather.

"Guest officer, you basically didn't eat anything at night. I made a bowl of porridge without adding too much salt. It should be to your taste. It's raining now, so drinking a bowl of hot porridge will warm you up."

In the future, please come in, Nan Gongruo will sit back