"Master Jin, this is your lunch today."
Deacon Tao took off the food box on the roof of the car, opened it and handed it to Bao Ye.
Bao Ye looked at the two identical yellow-brown stools in the food box, and stared at Deacon Tao with a 'you fucking kidding me' expression: "Is this lunch?"
Mental illness wants him to eat shit
Deacon Tao held back a smile and said, "Master wants you to choose one of the foods."
Bao Ye sneered: "Is there a difference?"
Two stools are exactly the same, what is the difference between which one to choose
"There are both true and false stools. If Young Master Jin chooses the true one, then you and..." Deacon Tao looked at the old slaves standing at the entrance of Fengyue Pavilion: "They will swallow the true one. ."
"Fuck." Bao Ye was a little angry.
It wasn't enough for him to be disgusted yesterday, but now he is disgusted again, and he also suffers with other people.
"What if you choose a fake one?"
"If you choose the fake one, people in Fengyueguan, Yunshiguan and slave farms can eat a big meal."
Bao Ye didn't quite believe it: "Really?"
"real."
Bao Ye looked at the feces in the food and muttered, "I guess I'm the first person in history to be so focused on observing feces."
Then he noticed that one of the stools had an unpleasant stench, while the other had a creamy smell.
Bao Ye immediately pointed to the cream-scented stool and said, "This is fake."
Deacon Tao asked, "Are you sure?"
"Very sure and certain, that's it."
Deacon Tao smiled slightly and looked up at the end of the road.
Bao Ye followed his gaze, and dozens of large trucks slowly drove over and stopped outside the gate of Fengyue Pavilion.
More than 200 low-level slaves jumped from the back of the first large truck. They opened the backs of other trucks, took out a pile of large pots and shovels and a pile of food and put them on the side of the road, and started cooking on the spot.
This series of actions immediately caught the attention of everyone in Fengyueguan and Yunshiguan. The slaves ran to the edge of the iron net and drooled at the meat on the chopping board outside the iron net.
Deacon Tao opened the car door: "Master Jin, please get in the car."
"I haven't eaten yet." Bao Ye saw that the chefs were skillful with their knives, and couldn't help swallowing: "I'll go back when I'm full."
"Master Jin, your dinner is already in the car."
Baoye turned to look inside the car and saw that Tang Lingce was sitting in the car.
He sat in the car angrily: "Master Dongling, how do you want to punish me this time?"
The corner of Donglingce's mouth twitched: "How do you know that the stool is fake? You are not afraid that I will put cream on the real stool and make you guess wrong?"
"I knew you would think so, so you'd be sure that the creamy poop is fake. Oh, it's really hard to find someone to make a fake cake poop for you to play with me." Bao Ye glanced at the richness on the table. Cai Rao raised his eyebrows: "These are all for me?"
"Of course." Donglingce made a gesture of invitation: "You can eat whatever you want."
Bao Ye, who has been treated so many times, doesn't believe him: "You didn't poison the dishes or add other 'condiments'?"
Dong Lingce smiled lowly, picked up the chopsticks and said, "If you are worried, I will eat it for you."
He randomly took a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it gracefully.
Bao Ye finally felt relieved to eat.
Tang Lingce put down his chopsticks and leaned back in the chair to observe him. Although he didn't eat very elegantly, he was not rude or gobble like the other slaves, nor like the slaves outside the car who saw the food with bright eyes or didn't see it. Curiosity arises from the food that has been eaten.
"I see that you have made a good diagnosis for the slaves. Do you really know medical skills?"
Bao Ye glanced at him and lied: "In the years when I was sent to the Human Body Research Institute, I secretly learned medical skills from other researchers."
In fact, his adoptive father spent all his savings to send him to study his medical skills. It is said that there are not many people who become doctors in this world, and it will be easier for him to find a job after he completes his studies.
He is also very interested in medical skills, and he also wants to take care of his adoptive father after learning medicine, so he learns medicine next to an old doctor.
Dong Ling Ce said meaningfully, obviously not believing his words.
Bao Ye didn't care whether he believed it or not, he just buried himself in the meal.
Donglingce frowned unhappily when he saw that he was only eating and ignoring himself. Then, not knowing what to think, he curled his lips and asked, "Listen, what's the voice?"
Bao Ye stopped eating and heard a woman's moan: "..."
The other party's voice is a bit rough, a bit like the sound of making love, but it doesn't look like it when you listen carefully.
He frowned and looked at Dong Ling Ce: "What do you want to do?"
"Guess what the sound is, and you can continue to eat, including them." Tang Lingce looked at the slaves who were waiting to eat outside the car.
Bao Ye knew that the uncle's boredom had flared up again, and said directly, "The moaning sound of a woman making love."
Donglingce laughed out loud: "What a wretched guess, but unfortunately, you guessed wrong."
Bao Ye glanced at him and raised his hand to pick up the vegetables. However, the food seemed to have been enchanted, and his chopsticks could not pick up the vegetables.
He put down his chopsticks depressed: "Eating a meal is so difficult."
"You guessed it right, I'll give it to you again." Donglingce hooked his lips: "What kind of sound do you listen to again?"
The woman's moaning sound came from Bao Ye's ears again, but this time the voice was much softer, and there was a hint of forbearance: "This time it must be the moaning sound of a woman making love."
Dong Lingce laughed again, and after a while, he said, "Wrong, this is the voice of a woman squatting on a tuba."
"Oh~~" Bao Ye put down his chopsticks and stroked his forehead: "Master Dongling, can you still make people eat well?"
Dongling Ce raised Erlang's legs: "The last time, if you can't guess again, the food outside the car will be taken away."
Immediately afterwards, a woman's coquettish groaning sounded in Bao Ye's ears again: "I still guess this is the moaning sound of a woman making love."
Dongling Ce smiled and said nothing.
Knowing that he guessed right, Bao Ye quickly picked up his chopsticks and finished the meal before the uncle's boredom attacked.
After he was full, he wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Master, guess what sound you hear next."
When Dongling Ce heard this, he became interested: "Okay."
"Pa—" Bao Ye said only one word: "Guess what the sound is?"
Dong Lingce frowned: "Just one word?"
"Um."
Dongling Ce thought for a while: "The sound of things falling?"
"No, listen again." Bao Ye raised a smile: "Pa-pa-"
Dongling Ce frowned: "Applause?"
"Neither." Bao Ye's smile was even bigger: "Clap clap, clap clap—"
Dong Lingce squinted his eyes, feeling that his smile was a little bad, thinking that he couldn't guess with common sense: "It's the sound of sex hitting."
Bao Ye smirked and said, "Master Dongling, who are the two of us wretched?"
Dong Lingce frowned: "Then what did you say?"
Bao Ye put away his laughter: "The first pop is the sound of me wanting to slap you."
Dongling Ce: "..."
"The second two slaps are the sound of me wanting to slap you twice, the third six slaps..." Bao Ye smiled: "It was the sound that I wanted to slap your mouth hard."
After hearing this, Dong Lingce laughed instead of anger: "You are very courageous, you actually want to slap your master, but you are also very small, you only dare to think and do not do it."
"I'm just thinking about it now, but I won't be sure in the future. Thank you master for your hospitality. I'll go back first." Bao Ye threw the tissue that had wiped his mouth at him and disappeared in front of Dong Lingce's eyes.
Dong Lingce patted off the tissue, looked at the seat in front of Bao Ye, laughed and disappeared into the car.