After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Before the hot dishes were served, Yang Jun had almost finished eating.

"belch!"

Yang Jun stroked his bloated belly with a satisfied look on his face.

"Brothers, you eat slowly, I'll be back."

"Excuse me, the snacks haven't been served yet."

When the two of them saw Yang Jun getting up, they immediately became anxious and quickly pushed him down on his seat.

"Brother Junzi, please be patient. Desserts will be served soon."

Just as Guo Guozheng finished speaking, he turned around and shouted into the yard.

"Sister Wang, let's serve the after-dinner snacks."

"Don't bother, I'll eat everything..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a group of warblers and swallows coming from outside.

Yang Jun was stunned.

I immediately understood what ‘dessert’ meant.

Most of these women are in their twenties, with charming looks. They are all wearing cheongsam, exposing all the places that should be exposed, and the places that are not exposed are also bulging with clothes.

Yang Jun did not expect that after eating here for more than an hour, he did not realize that he was surrounded by people.

Seeing how powerful they all were, Yang Jun swallowed his saliva and quickly turned his head to the side.

"Brother Junzi, what do you think? Let's pick one."

Zhong Yuemin moved his chair and sat next to Yang Jun. He put his arms around his shoulders and looked at the Yingying Yanyan standing in a row with a smile.

"Pick your sister."

Yang Jun shouted angrily: "Did you bring the medicinal wine?"

Zhong Yuemin wasn't angry either, he smiled and patted his bulging trouser pocket.

"Can I not bring it for important occasions?"

Yang Jun took his arm off his shoulder and sat back.

"You two, don't do this to me. I have to go to work tomorrow. Go back to bed."

It's okay to eat, but if you do anything else, Yang Jun won't agree even to death.

He has seen this kind of wooing method that is common in later generations.

He wasn't sure whether these two guys would set a trap for him. If they got the handle, they would have to rely on him in the future.

What's more, as long as he does this, it is estimated that everyone in the military compound will know about it in a few days. By then, the leader will not kill him?

"There is a room in the east wing. If you get drunk, you can just rest here." Wang Guozheng said with a smile.

Yang Jun crossed his arms and just looked at these two guys blankly.

He made up his mind that no matter how they tried to persuade him, he would never do anything to disgrace Yi Qiushui.

"Brother Junzi, pick one."

Zhong Yuemin tugged on his sleeves and said.

"Pick one?"

"Pick one."

The two of them were overjoyed when they heard this and said in unison.

"Okay, you can't deny your brother's face, right?"

Yang Jun looked at the group of young ladies in front of him with a smile, then shook his head and said,

"The person I want to pick is not here."

"not here?"

It's impossible. They knew exactly how many people were in their yard. Everyone was here, but Yang Jun actually said they weren't here.

Where is that person?

The two of them lowered their heads in thought, and seemed to suddenly think of something. They both laughed, tilted their heads, and shouted outside at the same time,

"Sister Wang, please come in."

When Yang Jun heard this, he almost fell down.

No matter how strong your taste is, you won't be so hungry that you can't choose what to eat.

Although Sister Wang was wearing makeup, he could still see her true age. She was probably not far from fifty, and she was obese, weighing at least two hundred pounds.

"Okay, you two, stop fussing."

Yang Jun quickly pulled them and said: "The person I want to choose is not her, I am talking about your cook."

"Can you lend me your cook for a day? I want him to cook me a decent banquet."

"No problem. I'll ask Lao Zhao to go to your house tomorrow."

The two seemed disappointed with Yang Jun's choice of cook.

However, seeing that Yang Jun had no intention of doing so, it was not easy to force him to stay.

Then, the two sent him out.

Yang Jun heard a voice of resentment coming from behind him and immediately left as if running away.

…

Early the next morning.

Yang Jun asked Ma Juzi to take Yi Qiushui to work, while he stayed at home and waited for Lao Zhao to come.

Lao Zhao is the cook last night.

After Yi Qiushui left, Yang Jun drove Yang Laosi to the opposite courtyard to study.

Then, he immediately took out a lot of ingredients from the space, including chicken, fish, meat, eggs, melons, fruits, peaches, various vegetables, and side dishes.

After finally meeting a state banquet chef, I had to catch a young man to replace the pig food in the space.

After getting the ingredients, Yang Jun sat alone in the yard smoking and drinking tea. He also took the time to go to the next yard to see how Yang Laosi was studying, chatted a few words with Teacher Gao, and then went back.

As soon as I went out, I found an old man in his seventies standing at the door of his house.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, blue pants, and sandals.

Although he is so old, he is not as slovenly as other old men. His hair is neatly combed and his beard has been trimmed.

Seeing that he was carrying a wooden box in his hand, Yang Jun immediately guessed who he was.

"Are you Master Zhao?"

Yang Jun greeted him warmly and shook hands with him.

Master Zhao looked at Yang Jun, smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"If you don't dare, just call me Lao Zhao."

"Okay, Master Zhao, please come in."

Yang Jun pushed the door open and helped him carry the wooden box.

When he came to the yard, Yang Jun did not lead him directly to the kitchen, but to the stone table.

I poured a cup of tea that had already been brewed.

"Master Zhao, please."

Master Zhao was not polite and picked up the tea cup with a smile.

He didn't drink it directly, but put it under his nose and smelled it.

“Great tea!”

He is indeed a cook.

If anyone has the most sensitive nose in the world, besides dogs, it’s the cook.

A good cook must have a good nose and tongue. If the sense of smell and taste are not good, he is destined to not make any achievements in cooking.

"Master Zhao, I wonder what cuisine you are best at?"

Sitting bored, Yang Jun simply started chatting.

"Haha, I don't have any cuisine that I'm good at. I can cook some dishes from all major cuisines."

Lao Zhao sipped his tea with a smile on his face.

After just a few words, Yang Jun could tell that this old Zhao had a very peaceful mind, as if he were sitting in the courtyard with the clouds rolling and relaxing.
To be continued...