Lin Shuo followed Aruna to pick up the curtain, saw the two men sitting inside, and knew that today's trip was not in vain.
There are more than a hundred people, all kinds of people, and they are talking about people's personalities and tempers.
In fact, the same is true of human smell.
Because of his special sense of smell, Lin Shuo has a habit of remembering people, not what he looks like, but his smell.
Everyone's smell is different and can change due to various conditions.
However, the "natural taste" determined by a person's endocrine level will not change drastically unless a huge change occurs, just like a person's face.
A major factor that determines the endocrine level of each person is genetic inheritance.
The "original smell" that Lin Shuo smelled from Aruna made him feel similar.
Now he understands that Aruna's smell is 70% similar to that of Cao's concierge whom he met on the mountainside of Yanshan Mountain.
I didn't think about it before, because firstly, it took a while, and secondly, the place is so far away, so I didn't dare to think about it at all.
Moreover, Aruna's facial features are not similar to Fan Pingan's, she is more like the woman outside the yurt just now.
Seeing this Fan Pingan appear here, Lin Shuo knew where Aruna's inheritance came from.
Paradigm Tongarm Fist is also a well-known inheritance in the school. Lin Leshan once evaluated it as "the number one contemporary external skill".
Soon, Lin Shuo's gaze fell on another man.
Looking at his clothes, this person was somewhat similar to himself in the mountainous area of Guangxi. He was a Han nationality, but Lin Shuo didn't know him.
The strange thing was that he and Wei Xingshan came in with Aruna. There were two men in the yurt. According to common sense, Aruna, who was the host, would always introduce each other.
But she didn't. Seeing these two men, she was taken aback for a moment, then sat down on the table angrily, then remembered something, and turned to greet Lin Shuo and the others:
"Sit down too. The meal is almost ready. We'll go back after we finish."
On Fan Ping'an's face, there was a burst of surprise at first, and then he seemed a little embarrassed. Then he picked up the tea bowl that was covered on the table, put it on everyone present, and picked up the teapot to pour tea for everyone.
The old man was tall and his arms were long. This large round table with a diameter of nearly two meters, he didn't have to stand up at all, and filled the tea in front of everyone while sitting.
As soon as Fan Pingan showed his long arms, Wei Xingshan recognized him:
"Hey, old man, why are you here!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the man realized that what he said was inappropriate.
The old man sits in the upper seat, which is the status of the owner of the house.
Anyone who belongs to Aruna, any fool can guess.
Wei Xingshan coughed quickly, thought for a while, and finally remembered that the old man's surname was Fan, so he said, "Old Mr. Fan, you belong to Police Officer Aruna..."
When Fan Pingan heard these half sentences, his face became even more embarrassed. He looked at Aruna, as if he didn't know how he should answer.
"He is my father." Aruna lowered her head and said in a muffled voice.
After Fan Pingan heard this sentence, his lips trembled and his eyes became moist.
Then he seemed to think of something again, looked at Lin Shuo opposite and Li Yizhen next to him, with some apprehension in his eyes, but a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Li Yizhen lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, as if he didn't care about these outsiders.
Fan Ping'an knew that he didn't know Lin Shuo.
Compared to Li Yizhen, the younger Lin Shuo seemed very polite at this time.
The leader of the hunting gate clasped his fists and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Fan, I didn't expect such a coincidence."
In Lin Shuo's mind, this person is the concierge of the Cao family.
But this is just a superficial identity. He used to be the guardian of the previous Patriarch of the Cao family, and he is also the biggest military reliance of the Cao family of Liemen. His own ability has been personally verified by his father Lin Leshan.
To a certain extent, Fan Pingan, an old man here, can represent the Liemen Cao family and be regarded as one of his own.
And in terms of seniority, he is also his elder.
"Heh, I've already retired from the Cao family, and now I'm going home to retire." Fan Pingan also thought of this, and took the initiative to distance himself from his former employer.
The Cao family was kind to Fan Pingan, no matter how the deal turned out, Fan Pingan didn't want to involve Cao Yusheng.
"Let me introduce you." Fan Ping'an looked at the people on the table, and finally showed his master's proper demeanor.
People in the door introduce each other, according to the etiquette, the introducer must first introduce the relatively low-status, and then introduce the high-status.
Lin Shuo is the leader of the Liemen, and according to his status, he is the highest rank in the sect, so Fan Ping'an first said to Lin Shuo, "This man, you probably haven't seen him before, but his name is definitely familiar. His name is Li Yizhen."
Hearing this name, Lin Shuo's heart moved slightly. He did have an impression of this name, and he cupped his fists and said, "So it's Senior Li, I've admired it for a long time."
Li Yizhen was actually a little strange.
I wondered if Fan Ping'an was too confused, and the order of the introductions was reversed
However, this thought was just wandering around in his heart so as not to show it on his face. Seeing this junior salute to him, he remained expressionless and nodded slightly.
"Brother Li, this young man is very famous." Fan Ping'an smiled, but his eyes were fixed on Li Yizhen, his eyes were like knives, and he said under his breath, "The leader of the hunting gate, Lin Shuo .”
The word "Lin Shuo" came out of Fan Ping'an's mouth and entered Li Yizhen's ear. In fact, the volume was not loud, but in Li Yizhen's heart, it was no less than a rolling thunder falling from the sky!
"Brother Li!"
Without waiting for Li Yizhen's reaction, Fan Ping'an gently placed his huge palm on the table in front of Li Yizhen, "Today, my old guest, Fan Gui, is here. If there is anything else, we will talk about it next time. How about it?"
The muscles on Li Yizhen's face trembled, and then he put on a smiling face: "Brother Fan has the final say."
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Wei Xingshan ate this meal with great relish.
It's not that Wei Xingshan has never eaten the hand-caught mutton dish in the capital before, but he didn't have a deep impression.
This time, the man tasted it.
Ariana's mutton, I don't know how to handle it, it's neither smelly nor greasy, it's so fresh that people can swallow their tongues.
The boiled mutton was served, and there was a small knife on the side of the plate. Cut it yourself and eat it with salt.
Originally, looking at this florid appearance, Wei Xingshan didn't have high expectations.
Moreover, when Wei Xingshan took over this large plate of mutton, he weighed it in his hands. It weighed five catties, and he definitely couldn't finish it by himself.
As a result, a small piece of meat was thrown into his mouth, after which Wei Xingshan's head was firmly held down by the plate of mutton, and he couldn't lift it up at all.
Bowing his head and eating fiercely, Wei Xingshan finished the five catties of mutton all by himself.
This is not white rice or steamed buns, even five catties of pure meat, with Wei Xingshan's body size, feels overwhelmed.
When he was full, Wei Xingshan wiped his mouth, feeling embarrassed.
For a newcomer, I actually ate so much.
Thinking about it again, the customs here are different from those of the Han people. Since the host brought such a big plate, he just let him open it to eat.
So he was relieved again, and when he looked up, he found that he was the slowest person at the table.
For the others, the second plate was almost finished.
Wei Xingshan's eyes were straightened.
What kind of appetite is this guy Lin Shuo? He knows that today's eating style and speed are reserved in consideration of being a guest at someone's house.
But Fan Pingan, an old man, Li Yizhen, a middle-aged man who is nearly a hundred and a half years old, and a woman like Aruna, why are they so cruel when they eat
This is four starving ghosts making a mahjong table!
"Leader Lin has a big appetite." Li Yizhen pushed his second empty plate aside, praised Lin Shuo, and then smiled at Fan Pingan, "Brother Fan, do you have enough food?"
Fan Pingan put the last piece of meat on the second plate into his mouth, and nodded while chewing: "Of course it's enough."
"It's as if you are in charge of this family." Aruna also finished the second plate of meat, she seemed full, and stood up at this moment, "I'm going out to help my mother, she is too busy."
After saying this, the female police officer changed her subject: "Eat openly, if you don't eat enough, I'm to blame."
As soon as the female police officer went out, there were only four men left in the yurt. Li Yi said to Lin Shuo, "Boss Lin, eat less alcohol and learn more about things. It's good that you don't drink. Then we Don't fight wine, compare appetite?"
"Let's forget it." Lin Shuo shook his head, "It's not winter yet."
Lin Shuo's words seemed to be far-fetched, but the meaning was quite obvious.
If you really want to open up to eat, Fan Ping'an and his family will not be able to survive the winter.
"Boss Lin, don't look down on people when you speak." Fan Ping'an said, "Have you heard what my daughter said, don't worry!"
"Hey, that's not fair." Wei Xingshan said, "You two seniors are in good health, but you are not as young as Lin Shuo. This is a big disadvantage. How about you two old gentlemen together? , compared with Lin Shuo, this is something to watch."
Lin Shuo gave Wei Xingshan a white look, and said mockingly, "You are really my brother."
"That can't be wrong." Wei Xingshan nodded, "If you, a starving ghost, are reincarnated, if you have a chance to have a full meal, brother, I have to catch it for you."
"I'll fuck you." Lin Shuo cursed softly.
Here Lin Shuo and Wei Xingshan were chatting, and Li Yizhen and Fan Ping'an also looked at each other.
The target of this business is this young man.
Right now at Fan Ping'an's house, it's inconvenient to do anything, but you can try his depth.
People in the door are different from ordinary people.
The average person eats a lot, which is called a rice bucket.
People in the family, as long as they have a foreigner's kung fu, the bigger the appetite, the greater the strength, and the more terrifying it is to use their hands.
It's nonsense to use softness to overcome rigidity, and four or two to pull a thousand catties.
To move a thousand catties, you must first have the strength of a thousand catties.
"Okay!" Fan Pingan patted the table lightly, "Hero Lin is the young hero, we old brothers don't dare to trust you, so we will follow the method that this little brother said."
"Okay." Li Yizhen nodded.
Lin Shuo looked at the three people talking to each other, and felt that something was a little off, and it didn't feel right.
But he didn't think too much about it, because in terms of fights, he had lost several times before Yicheng was eighteen.
In terms of eating, he hasn't lost since he was eight years old.