Chapter 562: Lord Gao is truly a man of temperament

"Lord Gao is truly a man of temperament!"

Seeing Gao Yang in this state, Zhao Yuheng's mouth twitched slightly, and he remarked with great emotion.

"But I, the Imperial Prince, just happen to like men of temperament like Lord Gao!"

Gao Yang held Mu Mu Xue Yao with one arm while looking at Zhao Yuheng.

He also spoke, "I also quite like a straightforward person like the First Imperial Prince."

"Lv Luo, order Chen Sheng to move these into my room, and tell Wang Tao to prepare a few of his signature dishes. Today, I intend to drink until I drop with the First Imperial Prince!"

Zhao Yuheng hurriedly asked, "There shouldn't be any 'Original Flavor Nine-Turn Intestines', should there?"

"The First Imperial Prince is my dear friend; how could I let the kitchen staff serve you Nine-Turn Intestines? Wouldn't that be returning kindness with malice? Am I that kind of vicious person?" Gao Yang waved his hand at Lv Luo and said, "Tell Wang Tao, don't make any Nine-Turn Intestines. Bring a dish of 'Cow Dung Stir-fried Bitter Melon' instead. The weather is hot right now; it's just the thing to help the First Imperial Prince cool off."

Hearing this, Lv Luo hurriedly went to carry out the order.

Zhao Yuheng, meanwhile, let out a heavy sigh of relief.

When he first heard of the 'Original Flavor Nine-Turn Intestines', he had been shocked beyond belief!

It was hard to imagine that there could be such a vicious dish under heaven. If placed in a culinary competition, it would be an invincible dish that wins by overwhelming the weak!

If you eat it, you've fallen into a trap; if you don't eat it, you've also fallen into a trap.

Therefore, Zhao Yuheng had a very deep impression of this dish.

Soon, a table full of delicacies was served, complete with color, aroma, and taste. Additionally, Gao Yang ordered a bottle of his prized vintage wine to be opened.

"First Imperial Prince, this 'Cow Dung Stir-fried Bitter Melon' clears heat and detoxifies. It is a dish meticulously prepared by the kitchen staff. Although this dish is a bit difficult to swallow, it is different from ordinary food; it is an 'emotional dish'!"

These words instantly piqued Zhao Yuheng's interest. He stared at the dish, which looked quite explosive just from its appearance, and asked with curiosity, "Oh? What is an 'emotional dish'?"

"Those who can taste the hundred flavors of life are eating an emotional dish!"

"Bitter melon is bitter, and cow dung is a specific part of the cow; the taste is also extremely unique, pungent, and hard to swallow. By stir-frying the two together, the original flavor of the food is fully preserved. Those who have lived a happy life will find this dish incredibly bitter, while those who have tasted the great bitterness of life will find it delicious!"

Gao Yang took a sip of the wine in his cup and remarked with a sigh.

Once these words were out, Zhao Yuheng became even more curious.

Could there really be such a magical dish in the world?

He immediately reached out with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of bitter melon, and put it into his mouth!

The next second.

Zhao Yuheng's face changed. As the unique bitterness of the bitter melon hit his taste buds, mixed with the intoxicating bitterness of the cow dung, an indescribable, combined flavor rushed straight to his brain!

The feeling was like being in forty-degree heat, where Zhao Yuheng stuck out his tongue and took a fierce lick of the neighbor's grandfather's armpit.

"This!"

Zhao Yuheng had the urge to curse.

At this moment, he deeply understood a truth: curiosity kills the cat.

This emotional dish was simply heaven-defying!

But before he could speak, Gao Yang said in advance, "How enviable. The First Imperial Prince has lived a happy life and has never tasted much bitterness, so you find it hard to swallow and even want to vomit. But those whose careers have been difficult and who have tasted the great bitterness of life will find it more delicious the more they eat."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuheng thought it made sense.

Having tasted the bitterness of life, and even the bitterness of survival, a mere bitter melon could only be considered a dessert!

What's more, he had already given Gao Yang both the beauty and the money, but the business hadn't been handled yet!

Therefore, he could only dry-heave twice, force a smile, and say to Gao Yang, "Lord Gao, I have lost my composure!"

Subsequently, as both sides exchanged cups, the atmosphere gradually heated up.

Drinking culture is a magical thing. Whether in ancient times or today, discussing business over it often leads to a higher chance of success, and relationships progress by leaps and bounds with every cup.

Especially among those in the martial arts world, after a meal of drinking, there is a sense of 'a scholar dying for his confidant', where one might even risk their own life. Gao Yang was well-versed in this!

At this very moment, Zhao Yuheng felt as though they were old friends who had met too late.

But he did not know that when two people are alone and the other person makes you feel very comfortable, that in itself is a very dangerous signal.

In daily conversation, it means the other person's emotional and intellectual intelligence is crushing yours; in the bedroom, it means you are falling into a trap.

After a few cups of wine, Zhao Yuheng felt the atmosphere was just about right.

Thus, he spoke to Gao Yang, "Lord Gao, I, the Imperial Prince, have come to Da Qian not only to show the sincerity of the Zhao Kingdom's desire for friendship with Da Qian, but also because there is one matter that requires Lord Gao's assistance!" ===== CHAPTER 564 =====