Chapter 172 The **** rich man
Gordon met Ancil's family at the dinner table.
It was only now that he learned that in addition to his surviving parents, Anhil also had a sister who was almost ten years older than him.
Different from the picture in Feng Ying's wild imagination, Anxil's family members were not arrogant, nor did they show any rejection or dissatisfaction with their arrival. Instead, they seemed quite enthusiastic.
Especially Anhil’s mother, a beautiful lady who was very well-kept.
When she saw her young son, who had left home as a teenager and was now so mature that she dared not recognize him, come back, she almost went crazy with joy.
No longer caring about being reserved and proper, she screamed and ordered the maids to prepare for the dinner. She made everyone in Sterling Mansion jump up and down.
Anhil's father and sister also hurried back after receiving the message from the attendant.
Gordon originally thought that Ancil's father would be an elegant, handsome, mature gentleman with meticulous words and deeds, but he did not expect that he would be a chubby uncle.
The fat face is smiling, full of friendly smiles, the slightly funny mustache is curled up and down, and the words are humorous. He makes people feel like a kind uncle next door, and Feng Ying has a great time chatting with him.
Gordon didn't dare to underestimate this guy at all.
As the head of a local wealthy family in East Doruma, and the behind-the-scenes controller and investor of several chambers of commerce, Mr. Sterling cannot be a simple person.
Sure enough, in a few words, the silly Feng Ying revealed a series of important information about Yanhuo Village's price level, special products, power structure, and the speaker.
It wasn't until Mrs. Sterling gave him a dissatisfied look that she gave up with a smile.
However, among Ancil's family, the one who impressed Gordon the most was Ancil's sister, the next head of the Sterling family, a lady named Jessica Sterling.
When we first met, she was just following Mr. Sterling in a dark female formal dress, and her presence was not high.
The same thing happened after she sat down. She had a formulaic light smile on her face, her eyes seemed unfocused, and she didn't speak much. She was almost exactly the same as Anhil when they first met.
However, as a hunter, Gordon, whose perception is far more sensitive than ordinary people, can feel that a vague afterglow always hangs over them.
There is neither malice nor goodwill in his eyes, only calm inspection and observation.
It is normal for you to look at me, and Feng Ying, who is still a half-grown girl, can understand it, so be cautious.
But it’s a bit too much to not even spare the pork chop that is holding the fresh fish and gnawing at it, and the Amber that is sizzling with its head buried in the food bowl?
Gordon glanced at the lady speechlessly.
Noticing his gaze, the other person withdrew his peripheral vision from observing the cats and dogs, looked back, and nodded to apologize at a slightly invisible angle.
In the gap between Gordon and Jessica, you glance at me and I glare at you.
On the other side of the long dining table, Mrs. Sterling was looking at Ancil with worry.
“An Xi, do you really not want to change your clothes first? Your clothes and armor look so stiff, it will make you feel very uncomfortable.”
Anhil put down the table knife helplessly, "Mother, hunters wear armor every day, and I'm used to it."
“We are all at home, feel free to do whatever you want. I will ask someone to bring you some light clothes. Of course, I will also prepare them for your two friends.”
Mrs. Stirling complained, raised her finger, and prepared to call the attendant.
“No need to bother.”
Anhil waved away the attendant, raised his chin and nodded at Gordon, "This guy's size is not easy to find, and we will leave after dinner, so there is no need to prepare clothes."
“Eh? Don’t you live at home?”
The disappointment on Mrs. Sterling's face was visible to the naked eye, "There are obviously many rooms, and I have asked the maids to arrange the guest rooms. Now that you are back in Dondoruma, you can definitely stay here."
"no."
“We can have a carriage pick you up, and we don’t have a coachman at home.” Mrs. Sterling proposed a plan that seemed very constructive.
Mr. Stirling added with a smile. "You have to prepare a more spacious car quickly, otherwise you guys are wearing armor and weapons, so it might not be that comfortable to sit in."
"Even if you have a car, it's a waste of time to go back and forth on the road." An Xil continued to refuse with a dark face.
Jessica glanced at her younger brother, her face was calm, and her words were all matter-of-fact, "Or in the name of the Sterling Chamber of Commerce, set up an office near the Hunter Assembly Hall as your base."
Gordon & Feng Ying: “.”
Suddenly, I understood why Anxil didn't want to stay at home.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Gordon and his entourage left the mansion amidst Mrs. Sterling's reluctant farewell.
To be honest, Gordon was not entirely happy with this dinner, or dinner.
It’s not that the Sterling family was not well prepared. On the contrary, Mrs. Sterling was too well prepared.
Take the slow-braised dragon loin as the main course. It is soft and delicious, melts in your mouth, and has no shortcomings except the small portion.
East Doruma is close to the sea, so there is naturally no shortage of seafood ingredients that appear on the Sterling family’s dinner table.
However, these seafood are not local products. Things like queen shrimp sashimi and secret barnacle abalone are all said to be treasures from the distant New World.
It’s delicious. Gordon doesn’t know how to describe it. In short, it’s delicious, but it’s a pity that it’s only a small bite.
Dessert after the meal is also great. The ice cream made with emerald durian is rich and sweet, but does not have any peculiar smell that durian should have.
Gordon thought he could eat the whole bucket, but all he had before him was a small dollop in a passion fruit shell.
“I’m talking to Anxil, is the amount of food at your house a little bit less?”
Gordon patted his flat belly and complained, half jokingly and half seriously: "It's just my aunt and your sister. With my uncle's size, can he really eat enough?"
Feng Ying nodded crazily on the sidelines in agreement.
Anhil rolled his eyes when he heard this, "You just said it when you didn't have enough to eat. What's the point of talking about my father? Do you really think they are you two?"
A roasted herbivorous dragon leg can be stuffed in by one person.
●Today's amount is already enough. The head chef has added more for the sake of your size. "
Gordon grinned and said nothing more.
The amount of exercise and food intake of a hunter are not comparable to ordinary people. Not to mention big-bellied men like him and Feng Ying, even Anxier himself probably didn't have enough to eat.
“Okay, stop complaining, go back to my house and put down your luggage, and I’ll take you to the night market to taste the local delicacies of Dongdoruma.”
“Okay~!”
"Meow!"
Fengying Pork Chop raised her hands and cheered.
Gordon discovered something was wrong, "Why go back to your house? Didn't we just come out of your house? Are we going to the Hunter Assembly Hall to register for renting a house?"
Ancier gave him a strange look, "Although that was my home just now, to be precise, it was the Sterling Mansion. What I'm talking about now is the house I bought myself, my personal home. Do you understand?
Also, what kind of house should I rent? Although my house is not very big, it is still enough for three people to live in.
By the way, Fengying, which floor do you want to live on? I recommend the third floor so you can see the stars through the skylight. "
“Look at the stars!” Feng Ying continued to respond mindlessly.
ˆ Gordon: "."
Damn rich people.
(End of this chapter)