I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

good guy...

I thought this person was here to thank you, but... Judging by his posture, he came here to poach someone.

What nonsense to go to Persia to guide the league is clearly to invite my own Zhengyang Gong to go to Persia and become a Persian.

They believed and were certain that Lord Zhengyang would not agree.

Can…

Why?
Mere Persia has just escaped from the disaster of national subjugation and genocide. What qualifications do they have to say such a thing.

This is provocation, it is contempt, and it is not taking Datang's dignity seriously.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy, not only the person who patted the table, but also many people stood up one after another. They didn't speak, and they all just cast serious gazes at Elder Kupsoe.

The atmosphere is subdued and quiet.

These people didn't utter a single word, but Elder Kupso already understood what they meant.

Yi Sicheng III was still dazed, he stared at the food on a table not far away, the aroma and color lured him, almost making his eyeballs stick to it.

He didn't notice the weird atmosphere at all.

The pressure was on their side.

Elder Kupso bit the bullet, did not regret what he said, and stubbornly introduced: "Persian Cuju needs you."

"As long as you speak, everything in Persia will be under your glory."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes during this period of time, the difference between Persia and Datang is really too great. He really wanted to say that "what Datang can give you, we will also give you, and Datang can't give it to you." What’s yours, we’ll give it to you too.” Say it out.

only…

I really can’t say this kind of thing. After all, what Persia has, Datang also has, and what Persia doesn’t have, Datang also has.

This sentence made his ambition more obvious.

"Heh, that's really bold." A person couldn't help but sneered.

"The foreign barbarians are really wolf-hearted people." The other person continued to curse, cunning and mean, without showing any sympathy.

Yin Xuan lightly tapped the table and laughed: "Do you know?"

"I was praising you in my heart just now. You are a smart person. Why did you say something that a fool would say now?"

Elder Kupso pursed his lips.

The subtext in these words is that he rejected himself, and he would not be surprised by the result, but... still a little disappointed.

Persia really needs a character like Yin Xuan.

The diners around uttered merciless sarcasm. Tang people are always polite, but...that is only for friends. People like this who covet the most precious treasures in their own homes are not friends.

"Since Mr. Zhengyang has no intention, then I won't brazenly continue to bother you." Elder Kupso took a deep breath, forced a smile, very thick-skinned, as if nothing happened just now, "His Majesty and I have long I heard that the food in the restaurant is the best in the world..."

Yin Xuan waved his hand and interrupted him: "What gave you the illusion."

Elder Kupso was taken aback.

"Since you have said such things, why do you think you can still have a meal in my restaurant?" Yin Xuan tilted his head and looked at Elder Kupsoe, and opened his mouth calmly.

"Not to mention how arrogant your few words seem to me."

"Don't you look at the appearance of other customers in the restaurant now?"

Elder Kupso turned his head stiffly, and looked at the group of diners who hadn't sat down and were still staring at him.Seeing the knife-like eyes, the sharp eyes that seemed to pierce his heart and tear his flesh apart.

He knew that his behavior might offend the people of Datang.

But he didn't expect that Tang Ren's dignity would be so tough.

"Let's go." Yin Xuan waved his hand, and waved his hand towards the room. Seeing that the two of them were still not moving, he emphasized his tone, "Not only restaurants, but also Tang Dynasty."

Elder Kupso nodded with a wry smile, and sighed inwardly.

Now he is not only envious of the Duke Zhengyang in Datang, but also envious of such a group of people in Datang.

If Persia...

That group of people would not have such deep admiration for a high-ranking nobleman, let alone just open their mouths to persuade him to leave, they would receive such strong hatred.

Of course... this may not be the people's problem, but their own problem.

Yi Sicheng III didn't quite understand why the elder wanted to take him away. He raised his head dissatisfied and looked at him: "I haven't eaten yet."

"Let's go!" Elder Kupso wished he could cut off his majesty's tongue now, didn't he lose his eyesight at all?Now it's not a question of whether to eat or not.

If you don't leave, I'm afraid you will be beaten.

Yi Sicheng III's eyes finally struggled away from the table of delicacies. He couldn't imagine that he was just distracted, why... the atmosphere suddenly became like this.

He is familiar with these eyes and this atmosphere!
When I was in Persia, if I wanted to die or made any unreasonable demands, those ministers would always show such expressions.

Of course...it's not so straightforward, it should be more cryptic, but the meaning is always the same.

They subconsciously assume that this is their problem.

But after thinking about it, he thought, what kind of problem is it that he was just staring at the delicious food just now? When he was in Pingkangfang, he also stared at those beauties. Although those big brothels always The attitude of making myself unable to get angry dissuades me, but it will not stop me from staring at the people inside at the door.

Datang is not that stingy.

Seeing the flustered expression on Elder Kupso's face again, he suddenly realized that it was not himself who caused the accident this time, but this minister who had always been mature and prudent.

He wanted to put on an air, to show the aura that a king should have, to apologize to these people, to let them look at his own face, and not to be so stiff.

Anyway, have a meal here!

These foods all look extremely delicious.

But...before he could save face, Elder Kupso dragged Yi Siqi III to leave in a hurry. As soon as he reached the door, a scholar with a gentle appearance and thick callused hands blocked Elder Kupso's way.

He cupped his hands and smiled softly: "If I live, I will dare to disobey Persia."

"You must play to ask the Holy One to pacify you Persia!"

"How Xue Lang conquered Persia yesterday, how I will conquer Erman State in the future!"

Elder Kupso shuddered, his undisguised killing intent was not something he, an old man, could bear.

He staggered out the door, looking flustered, and almost slammed into the door.

The person next to the door raised his hand and turned Elder Kupso to another place. People can be busy, but the door is not.