Chapter 1288: Eating Chicken

He knew the Shari River Basin. Sun Fuling wondered: "Yes, it seems you studied well in the past."

There are many types of public lectures in Panlongcheng, some of which teach external geography and customs, and there are many listeners.

"Dean Xu said that it is an immortal descendant family, and few disciples enter the world."

"Immortal descendant family?"

"Just like Mr. Lu's family."

He Lingchuan gave a long "Oh" and understood.

The Lu family of Bailie are descendants of immortals, and their relationship with Lingshan is closer than that of ordinary Daoist sects. Lu Xun left, and Xin Yi came; it is clear that Hanyuan Prefecture, like the Lu family, is regarded by Lingshan as one of their own.

Sending their own people to serve as envoys to Panlongcheng makes Lingshan more at ease.

"It seems that this Hanyuan Prefecture is doing well."

Children passing by greeted Sun Fuling, and she responded with a smile before asking He Lingchuan: "Where can you see that?"

"Disciples don't have to enter the world, which shows that the family foundation is strong and there is no need to struggle for a living."

Actually, looking at it this way, the Lu family of later generations still sat on the territory, and Lu Zhensheng and others were all from aristocratic families—although the head of the family was indeed a bit frustrated.

But it's a chaotic world; how many small forces can mix without being frustrated?

"According to other practitioners from the East, Hanyuan Prefecture is a famous family in the Shari River Basin, a prosperous family."

A famous family does not necessarily have money; perhaps they only inherited the reputation left by their ancestors; but a prosperous family? That is a family with money and power in the present day.

"What is Xin Yi's status in Hanyuan Prefecture?"

Lu Xun was the head of the Lu family and ran to the Panlong Wilderness in person last time to be the contact person for Lingshan.

What kind of character would Hanyuan Prefecture send to deal with the errands assigned by Lingshan? Sun Fuling shrugged, a movement she made that added three points of cuteness: "This is unclear. Is our topic today just Mr. Xin?"

He Lingchuan apologized quickly.

He was busy now, and only had time to see Master Sun once every four or five days. But as soon as they met, they talked about work, which was a bit unkind.

The two walked out of the Shumin Academy, holding hands to find a good meal.

Sun Fuling looked left and right, sniffed, and suddenly pointed to a small broken shop at the corner of the street and said to He Lingchuan: "Eat that!"

The relationship between them was already so familiar that they didn't look for high-end restaurants.

Seeing her eyes shining, how could He Lingchuan bear to refuse?

The shop's facade was very small, and the sign was written by the shopkeeper himself, "Old Fang Kiln Chicken," with crooked fonts.

But the smell coming from the back kitchen was truly fragrant! This intense oily fragrance was the best sign.

There were only four small square tables in the shop, and it only sold three kinds of food:

Kiln-roasted chicken, pickled scallion heads, and wine.

Kiln-roasted chicken is different from beggar's chicken; the taste is rich and mellow, and it must be roasted in a special kiln. What the two smelled just now was the fragrance of the roasted chicken just out of the kiln.

The two asked for five chickens at once and ate heartily.

This was also thanks to the fact that Panlongcheng now had a complete range of goods from the north and south, and materials were abundant. Three or four years ago, it wouldn't have been easy to eat chicken like this.

Whole chicken must be torn by hand to be fragrant; peel off the crispy, oily yellow chicken skin, and the rich fragrance and heat will roll out together.

It was fragrant to death.

He Lingchuan also seriously peeled two heads of garlic, one bite of chicken and one bite of garlic.

Oily fragrance and spiciness, a perfect match.

The so-called "eating meat without garlic, the taste is reduced by half."

Sun Fuling's spring onion-like fingers were covered with oil, but she raised her glass and sipped wine: "I've wanted to come here to eat chicken for a long time, but no one would come with me."

She ate no slower than He Lingchuan, and even not very elegantly, with a sesame seed on the corner of her lip.

He Lingchuan reached out to wipe it off for her, laughing: "You don't care about your image, but other masters do."

Who among those who value their status dares to sit on the street, baring their fangs and claws, tearing chicken by hand? However, He Lingchuan didn't find it strange at all that Master Sun was not afraid of being burned. Just two months ago, he secretly saw Master Sun pick up a piece of burning charcoal from the stove.

Also by hand, and her expression was particularly natural.

Sun Fuling ate a pickled scallion head to relieve the greasiness and also looked at the long street outside the window: "Life is short, disasters are long; one should indulge in pleasure."

"Indulging in pleasure is that we are still neighbors across the wall right now?" He Lingchuan couldn't help but complain.

The door panel and willow strips were already in the small city on the side, and they bought a house together.

Sun Fuling glared at him: "There is discussion everywhere in the city; is there another big battle to be fought?"

"It's inevitable." He Lingchuan sipped wine: "Just as Master said, disasters are long."

Although the northwest front of Panlongcheng was never peaceful, the entire line had been in a state of retreat recently, and the sound of weapons was not heard.

This truce period had lasted for quite a while.

But those familiar with Zhong Shengguang and General Hong's strategy, such as He Lingchuan, knew that this was just the ebb before the tsunami.

The next attack would not come if it didn't come, but once it came, it would be overwhelming.

Ordinary military and civilians didn't know the intentions of the Panlongcheng high command, but they had been bathed in the flames of war for many years; as soon as they saw the training and expansion of troops inside and outside the city, they knew that the great war was not far away.

The peace and prosperity before their eyes were happy and illusory like a dream.

Sun Fuling wiped her hands clean, took out a small box from her bosom, pushed it in front of He Lingchuan, and opened it:

"This is for you."

Inside lay a red rope, weaving four small gold beans neatly, each gold bean engraved with a character, which together were:

Peace and Joy.

"I learned to weave it from other masters." She pointed to the red rope and then to the gold beans. "I also engraved them."

She said seriously: "I hope you can return safely after this great war."

The flames of war are ruthless; how many people in deep boudoir dreams have turned into withered bones in the trenches? He Lingchuan looked at his ten oily claws: "I am very moved, but I dare not move, may I?"

His sweetheart was truly different, actually choosing this time to give him a gift.

Sun Fuling smiled and tied the peace red rope on his left wrist for him.

He Lingchuan deliberately shook his wrist; the gold beans didn't make a sound.

Sun Fuling laughed: "Why shake it? I won't tie a bell for you!"

He often led troops to ambush; how could he wear jewelry that clinked?

He Lingchuan picked up the cup and toasted her.

However, before he could finish a sip of wine, two more people entered the shop, one of whom said to the other: "My lord, this shop's kiln-roasted chicken is the most distinctive."

He Lingchuan took a look; what a coincidence, it was Xin Yi who had just met! They had agreed to return to Ximo Ridge together in the afternoon, but they met again in a blink of an eye.

Xin Yi saw the two sitting there and was also startled. He waved his hand at the other person, and the latter immediately withdrew.

He walked over to greet them: "General He, Master Sun, seeing the two of you dining here, I know the taste can't be bad."

He was an honored guest of Zhong Shengguang, so He Lingchuan was also very polite: "Sit down and eat together?"

It was just a polite remark, but Xin Yi took it seriously, moved a chair over, and sat down boldly: "Respect is worse than obedience."

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