The guards didn't understand, but they didn't need to understand. What the master did didn't need ordinary people to understand. Of course, don't ask, what the master does doesn't need to be explained to ordinary people.
After a while, there was a scent from the kitchen, and the man in brocade sniffed, and asked with great interest, "This scent is a bit familiar, what is that woman doing?"
I asked in German, and came back and said that I was making hot pot.
There is no hot pot in Dahuang, but it has become popular in their place in the past two years. Of course, the master has never eaten hot pot since he came out. The guards are very excited, hoping that this long-lost hot pot can temporarily cure the master's bipolar disorder.
Zirui was indeed making hot pot. She hadn't thought of what to do, but she saw the small hot pot in the kitchen, and remembered that Jing Hengbo had mentioned this thing, and said that after the work was done, everyone would cook the side stove. All of these are available, while borrowing the original ingredients in the kitchen, I made a Yipin pot similar to hot pot. Her cooking skills were mediocre before, but she learned from the master Yongxue after she came out, and she is not bad now.
The cook brought out the small hot pot, with red charcoal still burning under the pot, German put it on a piece of snow-white cotton cloth, and walked into the hall with it.
German learned the lesson from the inexplicable poisoning of the bird's nest soup just now, and covered the hot pot tightly.
But the hot pot was getting hotter and hotter. German looked down and saw that the charcoal in the charcoal chamber below was burning very vigorously, as if someone was blowing fire.
The heat spread to the palm of the hand through the bottom of the stove and the cotton cloth used to rest the hand. It was so hot that German had to put the hot pot aside, soak the cotton cloth in the nearby lake water, and then put it on his hand to hold the hot pot.
There is a water tank next to the kitchen. The cook has just used the water in the tank and there is no problem, but he dare not use it. He would rather go to the viewing lake and soak a cotton cloth in the lake water.
It's such a big lake, it can't be poisoned, right?
When wetting the cotton cloth, he felt the shattered ice in the water, and shivered, thinking that it was really cold in the wilderness, and there should be no frost in Dongtang at this time.
During the whole process of fetching water, he kept his eyes on the hot pot to make sure that there was no movement.
The cotton cloth soaked in ice water was placed in the hand, and it was no longer hot.
The charcoal fire was burning slowly, and the moisture on the cotton cloth gradually dried up.
When German entered the door, the hot pot was just right, and the aroma of silver charcoal was faintly scattered.
Just as he was about to clothe the bowls and chopsticks, the Jinyi man's eyes suddenly fell on the cotton cloth in his hand.
The cotton cloth is dry, only slightly damp at the edges.
The lid of the pot is opened, the aroma is strong, and the carbon pressure of the silver charcoal is pressed down.
Holding a silver bowl and chopsticks, the man in brocade clothes looked at the magnolia slices, squid slices, mutton slices, beef slices, and various red, green, purple, and brown seasonings in the boiling clear soup, and suddenly smiled: "Thank you."
Chinese, German, Italian, and others were taken aback for a moment. They never expected such a sentence to come out of the master's mouth. They were flattered and tearful and said: "Thank you, master, for your love. We are not sorry..."
"It's not easy to burn this pot of hot pot. It will be hot and cold for a while." The man in Jinyi scooped up a spoonful of clear soup, poured it on the charcoal blocks below, and said to the charcoal blocks, "You have worked hard, come on, Have a sip of soup."
Chinese German Italian: "…"
Ahhh, people are not as good as charcoal!
The German is still savvy, and I was surprised after the grief and indignation—is this hot pot still poisonous? Toxic in charcoal? Toxic in soup? It is impossible to be poisonous in charcoal, and burning will burn away all toxicity. So the soup is poisonous?
All the charcoal fire was extinguished with a spoonful of soup, the guards looked nervous, and the man in brocade, as if nothing had happened, ordered the pot and said impatiently: "Scoop!"
The guards scooped up the soup quickly, their faces even more tense—isn't this poisonous? Why does the master still scoop it up? Could it be that he wanted to poison back the person who secretly poisoned him?
Zhong Zhong and the others couldn't help but be nervous, from Dongtang to Dayan to Nanqi to Dahuang, they have traveled all over this circle, and they have never seen an assassin who shot so invisible. Although each country has its own masters, such as the awesome Tai Shilan in Nanqi, but they are stronger than others, and they don't seem to have such extraordinary skills.
Inside and outside the Ningxue Pavilion, there are well-trained elite guards beside the master. They have dealt with countless storms in the country, and ordinary masters simply cannot get within ten feet. Now not only have people sneaked in, but they have also been attacked. Not only have they been attacked, but they have been attacked twice. In the two times, experts like myself, who are proficient in various assassination methods, didn't find out even once, and didn't even understand how they shot. Deutsch had signaled all the secret guards when he went out just now, but there has been no reply so far, which means that all No one could find out where that person was.
It's just unbelievable.
It was the first time they encountered a great enemy from home to abroad!
After the soup was scooped up, the man in brocade clothes pointed to himself, and Chinese brought the soup to him, and the man in brocade clothes picked it up and drank it.
"Master!" Zhong Wen and the others were shocked, they knelt down and hugged his legs, "No!"