Although Mr. Chen is also a person who is very knowledgeable, he saw that I was so whispering and whispering seriously that he did not dare to make decisions without authorization. He only said, "Master Song, after hearing what you said, I really can't make decisions about this matter. Please wait for a moment, wait for a moment."

After a while, I first heard the sound of footsteps, and a group of people followed. In fact, the person who came should be dozens of meters away, but now I have extraordinary hearing and can judge the number of people through detailed debate steps in my mind.

I found that in addition to Butler Chen, there were five people, four of whom landed soundly, and were calm and steady, walking at the end in four corners. Another one in front of his head was lighter and walked in front. I think he should be an important figure in the Chen family.

I quickly washed the handles, finished cleaning up, and just stood firm and came in.

But I was suddenly shocked.

It's not because of the other person, just because the number of people in front of me is wrong.

Originally, I heard that among the people who came, in addition to Butler Chen, there should be five people, and the total number should be six. However, there were seven people who appeared in front of me.

Four of these seven people looked like guards, with strong figures and mighty appearances. I can tell that the four calm voices just now came from the four of them.

However, what attracted me was the two people in front of them. Both of them were from forty years old. One of them was wearing wealthy, brocade, jade-silk, and jade-like face. His eyes were as white as jade, his eyes were shining, his nose was straight, his lips were black and his beard was lightly raised, and his every move showed his wealth. This person had a very good temperament. He was the most elegant person I saw after ancient times, like a modern Confucian businessman. I wondered if this person was Chen Xianda or Chen Dashang?

But Chen Dashang was not the one who attracted my attention the most. The one who attracted my attention the most was a tall man next to him in a scribe costume.

This man has a river pattern on his eyebrows, which makes him powerful without anger. His eyes closed and flashed, and his splendor shot, making people feel disappointed when they look at him. He has a high nose bridge, a wide mouth and thin lips, and his beard is floating. Although his clothes are not luxurious, it cannot cover up his inner charming temperament. Looking at him, he looks like a tiger, and even more like a dragon. Standing among the crowd, it looks like a majestic mountain, which always makes people feel a sense of looking up, and he can't help but weaken his momentum. If Chen Xianda has temperament, this person has boundless majestic momentum. Compared with him, Chen Xianda is like a big stone facing a mountain.

This scribe is very proud!

I was secretly amazed in my heart!

Chen Dashang was originally a person with extraordinary temperament, but against this backdrop, he was not so conspicuous.

Moreover, this person's footsteps were silent and I couldn't hear that with such extraordinary ears.

When I was surprised who this person was, and he had such extraordinary temperament, Mr. Chen had already praised the person with Confucian business temperament: "The head of the family is Song Zhanyong and Master Song."

Then he turned to me and said, "Master Song, this is my head."

The one standing in front, as I expected, was Chen Xianda and Chen Dashang.

I hurriedly greeted Chen Xianda, the great merchant of Chen. Chen Xianda probably had such a reputation when he saw that I was young, so he did not neglect me and bowed to me.

After I showed the gift to Chen Xianda, I specially presented a gift to the middle-aged man in the literati uniform. The man looked at me with a smile and stared at me for a long time.

As the man was watching, I suddenly felt a force of pressure as if he was actually weak, and suddenly felt something was wrong. I quickly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and looked up at the man in the scribe uniform.

The man was a little surprised, opened his mouth slightly and gave a bow.

When I was laughing, I suddenly felt my body lightening and the pressure disappeared. I couldn't help but wonder: Why did such a strange feeling come out, and there was invisible pressure?

While I was thinking, Chen Xianda asked, "Hello Song Jialang, I heard the butler say you want to kill the turtle and serve vegetables?"

I calmed down and nodded.

Chen Xianda said: "I have traveled all over the world since I was a child and have been to many places. I have never heard of anyone who dares to kill chariots and eat vegetables, so I would like to ask, is there any point in Dalang killing chariots and picking vegetables?"

Chen Xianda asked this question, and the man in the literati uniform also listened attentively. I thought to myself that these two people were different from those who just now. But since I had already said that there is no reason to take them back now, no matter how much it is, it is just eating an old turtle, what's the big deal?

After thinking about this section, I smiled calmly and said, "I'm not hiding Chen Dashang. I have been taught by strange people since I was a child. My master is a Taoist master who is well-versed in Yishu. My master has learned a lot. It's a pity that the boy is stupid, lazy by nature, and does not learn the skills of his skills. He only learned the cooking technique, which is the method of killing charcoals. Because I know that Chen Dashang is not an ordinary family, and ordinary dishes must not be seen. So today I want to offer this special skill. Please don't be too careful. This black charcoal is my special method. Not only will it not be plagued by the troubles, but it is not only delicious, but after eating it, it also has the effects of prolonging life, strengthening muscles and bones, nourishing yin and nourishing kidneys."

When Chen Xianda heard it, as the butler said, he couldn't help but look at the scholar beside him.

The man smiled sarcastically and said, "Since this Dalang has this ability, I might as well give it a try. I will not hide it from Brother Chen. Although I, Huang, have eaten all kinds of delicacies, I have never eaten this black turtle. Today I am lucky to be able to kill the Dalang of the Song family to serve vegetables. I really want to try it out, what does this Sixth Son of Dragon feel like? Haha."

Seeing that the scholar surnamed Huang said this, Chen Xianda immediately made up his mind and immediately asked me to prepare this black turtle.

I wasn't polite, and immediately started killing the turtle.

In fact, I have killed this old turtle several times at home in college, and they all learned from the Internet. As others said, beheading and killing their butts, each has its own tricks.

In fact, the most convenient way is to stomp the old turtle by one foot, stomp the old turtle half to death, and then kill it again.

But today is different from the past. First, there are Chen Xianda and a scholar named Huang watching, and second, I have learned the Hidden Dragon Sword Technique and have confidence to reveal it.

So, when I took a larger old turtle and placed it on the vegetable table, I was about to raise my knife and kill the old turtle, and suddenly woke up and said something like a spell I had just blown, and I should not forget about this.

So I muttered the words: "Seeking the Pure Land of Ages, entering and leaving peace, and turning misfortune into good fortune..."

After a while, I saw Chen Xianda and the scholar named Huang frowned. I thought that this kind of ordinary chanting might not convince everyone.

A thought flashed in my heart and I couldn't help but think: I'll give it my best, they haven't heard of it anyway.

Thinking of this, the dragon sword in my hand suddenly slashed, and a sword light flashed out, and the tone was steep and it was already singing: "The dragon sword rose on the black turtle table

The dragon rolls up and the horse is neighing like frost

My heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River

Who can resist in the past twenty years

The sword is aimed at by the long sword

How many black turtles are buried in other places…”

I sang the lyrics of my specialty song "Finance of the Country" because I knew that there is no such song in the Tang Dynasty now. If you sing it like this, you will definitely be able to scare those two seemingly extraordinary people.

Sure enough, when my tone was not accurate, everyone around me, from the chefs, from Chen Xianda and the literati surnamed Huang, were all surprised, all of whom were stunned by me, and I couldn't help but be surprised.

After the song was finished, I saw my hand flipped over the old turtle. In order to get up, the old turtle naturally stretched out its long neck, shaped like a foot-long snake, which scared the chefs and then retreated. Even Chen Xianda's feet moved slightly, but the scholar named Huang smiled, as stable as a mountain.

Just as everyone was panicked, I waved the dragon sword in my hand, and saw a flash of sword light. A thin cut mark appeared on the old turtle's neck. Before the blood was flowing out, my dragon sword turned again, shaped like a dragon swinging its tail. The entire lid of the old turtle had been cut off when the blade passed. Then my wrist shook again, and the body under the old turtle's cover had split into four pieces. When the dragon sword was dragged out, it took out its internal organs and directly threw it into the waste bucket next to it.

By this time, the knife had been gently retracted, and the black turtle had been killed completely!

These swords are as fast as lightning, flowing in the clouds and water, and are extremely accurate. They are the Hidden Dragon Sword Technique. I was shocked when I saw it. I didn't expect that the Hidden Dragon Sword Technique would be effective when cooking! Most of the people in the horror around me couldn't understand what I had done, but I just thought that my sword was so bright that it looked very beautiful.

Only the scholar Huang and Chen Xianda suddenly had a glimpse of their eyes, then looked at each other, and then slapped me at the same time: "Ha, I didn't expect that the Song family's Dafeng not only had superb cooking skills, but also had such skillful sword skills. It was amazing, amazing."

I put down the dragon sword and folded my fists to thank me: "I hope you two adults don't laugh at each other."

Chen Xianda and Huang also extended their big fingers to me, and praised me very much, which made me quite helpful.

The literary man surnamed Huang said, "This Dalang is extraordinary. A young hero will surely make a name for himself. Brother Chen, I will take the lead. Can I ask Dalang to take a seat together and drink a few drinks together?"

I want to invite me to drink and make friends with you.

I was about to give in, but Chen Xianda refused to refuse and told the housekeeper directly that after I prepared the dishes, I would invite me to the table and drink with him, treating him with the guests.

Chen Xianda and the literati surnamed Huang waited until I agreed before leaving with the guard. Before leaving, the literati surnamed Huang specifically told me to go.

Since I wasted my time just now, I quickly started cooking. Now I am familiar with cooking, and the Chen family is very popular. I have not spent an hour. Even the soup and vegetables have been produced in twenty or thirty dishes, plus the traditional dishes of other chefs, which is enough for Chen Xianda to entertain guests.

During this period, Butler Chen came to invite me twice, but I said that the dishes were not finished, and only the last dish was made. Butler Chen was already staring at me and when I finished cooking, he knew that I didn’t need to make anything else, so he insisted on taking me to drink with him.

Mr. Chen said, "Master Song, you don't know that the VIPs in the mansion were very happy. When you serve every dish, you will be like a wind blowing in the clouds without a moment. Everyone applauded and asked which master made such a good dish. Even our old master praised it. And our head of the family ordered that you must go. If you don't go, I will not be able to serve it."

I couldn't wait to go, but I couldn't refuse, so I had to go with the housekeeper and wanted to bring Lan Ge'er with me. But Lan Ge'er whispered in my ear: "It's all strangers, so I won't go. That, please be careful, please deal with it carefully, it seems that he is a little evil."

I felt a trembling in my heart when I heard this. Although Lan Ge'er didn't say it clearly, I already felt it. Lan Ge'er was a little afraid of him. I thought that Lan Ge'er actually felt it too.

At this moment, Lan Ge'er didn't force her to go with her and went to the vestibule alone with the housekeeper.

After I came to the front yard, I saw that there were more than 10 or 20 tables in the big courtyard. The people on the table were all dressed in wealth, which was a world of difference from the dresses I saw in the poor alleys on weekdays. All wealthy businessmen took their seats.

When I was about to sit at the last table as arranged by the butler, the scholar named Huang was extremely enthusiastic and left the seat and ran quickly, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to the table where he was sitting.

That was the most central position, the first-class seat. The most prominent guests were there. I glanced at it and found that the people sitting were all wearing wealth and honor, and two or three of them were wearing official uniforms. I don’t have to think that they were people in the government.

I couldn't help but hesitate: I am a high-ranking official here, and I am a chef. Is it appropriate to sit here? No, it's better to change the seat.

He hurriedly refused the scholar named Huang. Unexpectedly, Huang asked the servant to pull a chair and pressed me to his side and sat down with him.

Because there are many people, I know that I am just a chef. Many merchants and nobles may not be as good as the scholar named Huang, so they didn't say much. After nodding and bowing, they sat down half of their butt, and did not dare to confirm.

Even so, one of them was wearing a official uniform and had a pale complexion, thin eyes and long eyebrows, and a thin eagle nose and thin lips. He snorted coldly with an unpleasant expression. Then he also had a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks in his position, and a man with a villain-like look on his face, "Master Chen, why did you let the chef come up and sit up? This is not suitable."
Chapter completed!