Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 172 Spicy

When Gu Fengyue heard King Linyuan's words, he suddenly looked behind him and saw Song Chunlin waving his arms up and down. If Gu Fengyue hadn't forbade him to get off the car, he would probably have thrown himself into someone's arms by now.

Looking at the excited Song Chunlin, Gu Fengyue had a gloomy expression. He urged King Linyuan to finish the inventory, and then left in a hurry. His back looked like he was running away.

Song Chunlin sat outside the carriage, enjoying the breeze. He held his chin and said with some regret, "This is the first time I've seen a mixed-race person here. He's quite handsome, too. Wow, that height, that thin waist. Oh my, so handsome. In my hometown, he would have been a big star!"

Gu Fengyue didn't know what a big star meant. He just felt that he was not very angry and wanted to hit someone, but he was reluctant to teach Song Chunlin a lesson, so he had to be cold all the way. The people around him looked at General Gu like this, and no one dared to step forward to provoke him.

Only Song Chunlin was still chattering: "If only I had taken out my phone just now, I could have taken a 360-degree photo of him. It would have definitely looked good."

Now Gu Fengyue became even angrier. He had known Song Chunlin for such a long time, but why had he never heard him mention that he wanted that damn cell phone to take a 360-degree photo of him?

This brat, I didn't expect him to judge people by appearance. Does he think that King Linyuan is a good guy? He dares to flirt with the little guy just because he has a little bit of good looks. How shameless!

King Linyuan still didn't know what Gu Fengyue was thinking about him. He was also very curious about Song Chunlin, so he immediately sent someone to find out whose child the young master was. But the servant came back and told him three words: "I don't know."

"Don't know? Aren't you known as the gossiper in Beijing? You haven't been away from Beijing for many years, so why are you not so smart?"

The man was somewhat speechless: "Your Majesty, the news changes rapidly. Who knows if there will be another person coming out of someone else's backyard in the next moment? Isn't it possible?"

King Linyuan was even more speechless: "I just asked you to think carefully, which family has a young master, or which young man is close to Gu Fengyue. You can't even remember this, what's the point of me raising you? Come on, drag you away and beat you to death with sticks!"

Bao Da Ting immediately knelt on the ground, then smiled and said, "Oh, Your Majesty, you said it was a boy, so I just remembered it now, didn't I?"

King Linyuan was so angry when he saw his cowardly look who would only respond to tough situations and not soft words.

"Asshole, if you remember now, tell me now."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, do you still remember those potatoes and sweet potatoes that His Majesty asked you to plant?"

When King Linyuan thought of the two lumps of earth, he was even more angry: "Don't mention the two lumps of earth. I don't know where they got them from, but they still want me to plant them. I can plant them, but I have to collect the harvest and distribute it to them. So I am just helping him to plant the land?"

"Well, what your Highness said, we are doing our best for the people, right? You can see how high the yield of those two lumps of soil is, which is more profitable than planting millet and sorghum. Your Majesty, if you collect them, isn't it for the purpose of promoting them throughout the country? When the people can have enough food, won't they also praise you?"

King Linyuan seemed to be convinced by him, and Bao Da Ting then told him everything he knew about Song Chunlin's identity.

"Although the Gu family was the one who harvested and distributed the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the beginning, the people who actually grew them were a family surnamed Song from Yongle Village in Changping Town. For this, His Majesty even specially praised their family with drums and gongs." King Linyuan reacted after hearing this: "You said that boy is the child of that farmer?"

"I'm not sure, but it's almost certain. Think about it, the Gu family protects his son very well, and the second son of the Gu family often leaves the capital to seek medical treatment for his brother. Most of the young masters he has made friends with in the capital are about the same age as him, but there is really no one who is close enough to take with him to fight in the border areas."

But King Linyuan was not sure: "But what ability does that little brother have? He is just a little kid. Taking him to the border is no different from sending him to his death. Moreover, he is dressed as a young master... Hiss, Gu Fengyue is such a beast!"

Gu Fengyue, who was called a beast, was still angry. He did not refuse Song Chunlin's kindness. After all, no matter how angry he was, he still had to eat.

Having just made some supplies today, Song Chunlin felt hungry and wanted to eat snail noodles. Poor Gu Fengyue was sulking, but she had to accompany him to eat snail noodles. Although his was medium spicy, for the ancients who rarely ate spicy food, it was no different from extremely spicy.

Seeing Gu Fengyue sweating profusely while eating and his lips swollen from the spiciness, Song Chunlin felt a little bit sorry for him and dropped a drop of spiritual spring water into the milk he gave him.

"Drink it, it will relieve the spiciness." Song Chunlin handed him the cup. Gu Fengyue took it without saying a word, gulped it down in one gulp, and felt the heat in his throat finally faded a little.

The cook Zhang Yu came over, thinking that they were stealing something delicious, but when he got closer, he saw that the huge porcelain bowls in front of the two men were filled with a red to black liquid with something that looked like noodles soaked in it. General Gu was already eating so much that his eyes were streaming with tears.

Zhang Yu was shocked by Gu Fengyue's appearance and thought, what did I eat today that made her so moved?

Song Chunlin waved him over and asked him if he could eat spicy food. Zhang Yu just leaned closer and smelled the spicy smell of the snail noodles in the air, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

“No, no, I don’t eat spicy food. I don’t eat spicy food.” Let General Gu enjoy such a choking delicacy.

"Okay then." Song Chunlin felt a little regretful. He still had a lot of bagged snail noodles in his space. Even if he ate snail noodles three times a day, it would probably take him decades to eat them. Now that his plan to develop a snail noodle business had failed, Song Chunlin could only enjoy it by himself.

Gu Fengyue had completely recovered. Looking at Song Chunlin's distressed expression, he finally couldn't help but speak.

“Do you have a lot of this stuff?”

Song Chunlin nodded: "There are quite a lot, but they are not cooked, but dry noodles and soup ingredients. You need to make them yourself. There are too many things and you can't finish them. You can't finish them at all."

Seeing Song Chunlin's distressed look, Gu Fengyue suggested to him: "Why not cook this tomorrow morning? It's cold now, and eating this will warm you up."

Song Chunlin shuddered: "But the smell is a bit strong."

Gu Fengyue said indifferently: "We are all stinky men, who would despise who?"

Song Chunlin was immediately convinced. How come he still had some truth in his words?