The charming Huang Rong has finally made her appearance!
She was beautiful, with snow-white skin and a radiant glow.
Her face was slightly flushed, her forehead was sweating, and she was carrying a food box, clearly having just come from the kitchen.
Guo Jing hurriedly said, "Rong'er, I'll go back to the inn to get some silver to buy a boxed lunch for Seventh Master!"
Huang Rong was surprised and stopped Guo Jing: "What boxed lunch?"
Guo Jing pointed at Li Huan: "This young man's boxed lunch costs one hundred taels of silver per serving, and I don't have enough silver with me..."
Huang Rong quickly approached the electric tricycle and carefully examined the eight dishes in the food bucket.
She was even more shocked by the enticing aroma, looking as if she had encountered a formidable opponent.
Li Huan gazed at Huang Rong and couldn't help but sigh.
Guo Jing, though a simpleton, was blessed with good fortune; to be able to marry such a beautiful woman as Huang Rong was truly a stroke of good luck.
Speaking of family background, Guo Jing's ancestors actually ate the boxed lunches sold by Li Huan!
Guo Jing's great-great-grandfather was Guo Sheng, nicknamed "Sai Rengui," who ranked fifty-fifth among the 108 heroes of the Water Margin and served as Song Jiang's personal bodyguard.
When Li Huan traveled through time to the novel "Water Margin," he met Guo Sheng, nicknamed "Sai Rengui." Guo Sheng was handsome and imposing, much more dashing than his great-grandson Guo Jing.
At this moment, Huang Rong looked Li Huan up and down, her eyes filled with vigilance.
"Gurgle, gurgle..." Hong Qigong's stomach growled as he stared intently at the "Spicy Crayfish" and "Spicy Bullfrog".
Huang Rong composed herself and said with a smile.
"Seventh Master, you haven't returned to the inn yet. I was worried that the food I cooked would get cold, so I was just about to send it to the woods so you could enjoy it while it's hot!"
Hong Qigong responded with an "oh," his gaze never leaving the food bucket.
Huang Rong quickly held up the food box: "I made two dishes, stir-fried cabbage and steamed tofu!"
Hong Qigong nodded and said perfunctorily, "Wait a moment, we'll taste it later...we'll taste it later..."
Li Huan knew that the two dishes Huang Rong cooked, though seemingly ordinary, were actually incredibly delicious.
"It'll get cold soon! Seventh Master, let's hurry back to the inn and enjoy it!" Huang Rong urged.
Guo Jing chuckled and said, "Rong'er, don't be anxious. I haven't gotten my iced beer yet."
"Iced beer?" Huang Rong's bright eyes widened.
Li Huan chuckled to himself.
Guo Jing, you're such a terrible teammate, a perfect wingman.
Li Huan opened the ice bucket, took out a bottle of beer, and handed it to Hong Qigong.
"Old beggar, thank you for leading the way. I keep my word, here's a bottle of ice-cold beer for you!"
Hong Qigong immediately reached out and grabbed the beer bottle, his arm trembling instantly from the cold.
"It's as cold as ice! Hahaha..."
Hong Qigong laughed heartily, examining the beer bottle repeatedly as if it were a priceless treasure.
Huang Rong was astonished, never expecting that a food vendor could have a bucket of ice in the summer.
What kind of bucket is so magical?
Li Huan gestured to Hong Qigong, instructing him to pry open the beer bottle cap with his thumb.
Hong Qigong quickly understood, gripped the bottle tightly with his left hand, pressed the tip of his thumb against the lower edge of the bottle cap, and suddenly exerted force!
puff!
The bottle cap popped off, and a puff of cold white air came out of the bottle.
"Impressive finger strength!" Li Huan praised deliberately. "Looks like you know a bit of martial arts!"
Hong Qigong smiled broadly and said modestly, "This old beggar's martial arts skills are mediocre; I can only deal with a few petty thieves."
Li Huan took out a paper cup, placed it on the simple dining table, and asked Hong Qigong to pour the wine.
"Why is the cup so thin? And so soft!" Hong Qigong squeezed the paper cup, extremely surprised.
Li Huan explained, "This is a paper cup, also produced overseas. It is made of paper and the inner wall is coated with edible wax, which makes it waterproof and dry!"
Hong Qigong exclaimed, "Alas! This old beggar has lived half his life and has never seen a cup made of paper. Today I have truly broadened my horizons!"
After saying this, Hong Qigong took his seat and quickly poured beer into a paper cup.
In an instant, a rich white foam appeared in the cup, which surprised Hong Qigong even more.
"Interesting, interesting!"
Li Huan reminded everyone, "Drink it quickly while there's still lots of foam!"
"Seventh Master, be careful!" Huang Rong cried out, "Beware of poisoning!"
Li Huan's expression turned serious: "Miss, don't talk nonsense. How could my wine be poisoned?!"
Huang Rong said, "If there is no poison, why is there white foam?"
Li Huan didn't bother with any more words. He walked to the dining table, picked up a paper cup, and drank it all in one gulp!
Seeing this, Huang Rong had nothing to say.
Hong Qigong poured himself another glass of beer, took a sip, smacked his lips, and then gulped it all down in a few gulps.
"Icy cold! Refreshing!"
Hong Qigong praised it sincerely, smacked his lips, and laughed, "Young man, you're not lying to me, it really does have a faint aroma of wheat!"
He then poured himself another beer and drank three glasses in a row.
"Uh..." Hong Qigong burped, patted his belly, and looked comfortable.
He smelled the aroma of the food wafting over and his mouth watered.
When the weather is hot, an ice-cold beer can whet the appetite. How could Hong Qigong not be tempted?
"Silly boy! What are you standing there for? Go get the silver and buy the old beggar a boxed lunch!"
Hong Qigong could no longer hold back and ordered Guo Jing to return to the inn.
Huang Rong stopped Guo Jing again and said to Hong Qigong, "Qigong, eat the stir-fried cabbage and steamed tofu first. Don't let the street food spoil your appetite!"
Li Huan said unhappily, "Young lady, I don't like what you're saying. What do you mean by saying that street food is unappetizing? You haven't eaten it, so how do you know that my cooking isn't delicious?"
Huang Rong snorted: "Selling food on the street shows that your cooking skills are not very good. Otherwise, you would have been a head chef in a restaurant long ago. Why would you need to make a living by setting up a stall?"
Li Huan retorted, "Judging from your tone, young lady, your cooking skills are superb. Are you a head chef in a restaurant?"
Huang Rong smiled and said, "Whether my cooking skills are superb or not, Master Qi will naturally know."
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