Daqin: I was heard by Zulong at the beginning

Chapter 115 Fusu, Do You Dare to Be Shameless?

The decision to win is in the hands of the fortune-teller.This master, who just won a big victory from Su Chen, is in a very good mood.

When Fusu turned his shining eyes on the fortune-teller, he was reminiscing every word he had just said to Su Chen, it was so intense!He was just too witty.

Fusu saw that the eye attack had no effect. It seemed that the fortune teller was indeed not an ordinary person and would not waver in his eyes at all.So he had to change his strategy.

Fusu picked up a fresh and tender fish fillet, put it in the fortune teller's bowl courteously, and said to him: "Master, if you like, I will catch fish for you every day." Of course, it doesn't matter who does it.

As soon as these words came out, Fu Su instantly felt an extremely sharp light shooting from the side. He didn't need to turn his head to know that this murderous sight came from Su Chen.But will he take back what he just said at this time?No, it is about whether he can return to Xianyang as soon as possible, and he will not give in at will!

Fusu's waist became straighter.

The fortune teller was brought back to his senses by a piece of fish meat from Fusu, but he didn't immediately pick up the fish meat and eat it, master, you have to be a bit reserved.It's just that he doesn't know that his reserved image has almost collapsed in the eyes of Fusu and the others.

He glanced at the fish with erratic eyes, restrained his hand holding the chopsticks, and said, "I have tested that the hardness of the ground at the river embankment is barely acceptable, but the underground humidity is too high, and the embankment cannot be built."

Fusu refused to believe it, and he said in a persuasive way: "Master, you have to believe in me. No matter if you can practice now or in two or three months, I will let you eat enough delicious food for seven days. Don't worry."

Su Chen coughed twice on the side, haha, who made this delicious food? Does anyone know what it is?In order to make the master change his mind, he even revealed his identity as a prince. Fusu, do you dare to be more shameless?
Under Su Chen's training, Fusu's psychological quality has passed the test. Even with such shameless words and deeds, there is no slight difference on his face.It's normal for people who don't know to think that the food requested by the fortune-teller is completely prepared by him.

The fortune teller also understood Fusu's meaning, but who is he?Can a high-ranking person who even needs to be hired when Yingzheng employs people care about the status of a small prince?No, I didn't care about it before, but now I have to care. After all, my seven-day delicious food may really need the prince to pressure Su Chen to cook.

The little fortune-teller doesn't know that Su Chen is a big man, not to mention Fu Su can't suppress him, even if Ying Zheng wants to suppress him, of course he can suppress him, but usually he has to pay.

The fortune-teller spent a long time analyzing all the knowledge he had learned in his life, and felt that as long as he showed his favor to Fusu, he could guarantee the excellent quality of food for seven days, so he said, "Young master, how about a month and a half later?"

Well, a month and a half should be enough. This year, the weather got cold early, the wind blew early, and the ground dried quickly.

But Fusu didn't want to at all?a month and a half?Then it's better to obey Mr. from the beginning, and you don't have to offend him.Look at the knife-like eyes of Mr., if it wasn't for the presence of outsiders, he would have cut me to pieces, okay?

Can this fortune teller work?
Fusu's hand holding the chopsticks creaked. He looked at the fortune-teller and asked word by word: "Are you sure, it will be a month and a half later? Swear by your seven-day delicious food?"

The fortune teller was taken aback by Fusu's sudden change of face, it wasn't like this just now!Didn't you still regard me as a master just now?This face-changing speed is so fast, this, this, am I still a master?Forget it, this question is not important, the important thing is, can this Fusu still guarantee my delicious food for seven days?

The more the fortuneteller thought about it, the more flustered he became. It was the first time he experienced the flustered feeling when he was so grown up. He felt that this feeling of flustered feeling was not at all less flustered than that of the prisoner who was about to be beheaded when the executioner was behind him.Now he is very afraid that so many of his delicious food are missing!

The fortune teller couldn't help but couldn't even hold his chopsticks steadily, and his voice couldn't help trembling, "How about, prince, let's set it up for two months?" I even called out to the prince!I'm so humbled!

Fusu is the prince, and the prince must want to stay in the disaster relief area for a longer time, so that the ministers and His Majesty will think that Fusu is a good prince who cares about the people of the world, so two months is definitely right!
But he misunderstood Fusu's brain circuit. Fusu was not the most disappointed, only more disappointed.He picked up the chopsticks angrily, and under the astonished and anxious eyes of the fortune teller, he put the fish fillet he had just picked up into his bowl, thought about it, and ate it in one bite as if to vent his anger!
The fortune teller was even more frightened, he looked at Fusu, "Prince, the seven-day food you promised me will not be less?"

Fusu was so angry that you, a fortune teller, figure out your position!You are a fortune teller, here to measure astronomy and geography. If you are not here for seven days of delicious food, you will not look like a master at all!

Isn't it just scallion omelette?Isn't it chicken stewed with mushrooms?Isn't it ribs?Isn't it the noodles?Although it is indeed delicious and makes people want to drool, even I am willing to give up the dignity of the prince for the food.But my dignity is not important!You are a fortuneteller, you are a master!Please face up to your career, okay!
Fu Su complained hard in his heart, and then pushed the blame on Su Chen in a very unhappy manner, "You can ask Su Chen about cooking, I can't make the decision."

Fortune teller:
Does it mean that I was tricked by this poor prince?He can't be Su Chen's master at all?But it's impossible?He is the prince!Prince!A person in power who is only one level lower than Ying Zheng!Can he hold back Su Chen?Besides him, a fortune teller, who else in this world can't be suppressed by Ying Zheng and Fu Su?What a joke!
The fortune teller really doesn’t want to believe it!He tentatively said, "But Mr. Su also obeys Young Master's instructions." After that, he added, "It's the same as me, a master."

That's right!Until now, his humble master is still courting Fusu!For seven days of delicious food, he will fight!
Fu Su said indifferently: "Oh, I forgot to tell the fortune teller that Mr. Su is my husband."

What!What was that just now!You can let me eat enough food for seven days, how do you make it?Do you dare to force your husband to do it for me!You dare!
So what was he doing just now!The fortune teller feels that all the humbleness just now has been fed to the dogs!

The fortune-teller's heart was filled with emotion, but he quickly threw away all the humbleness on his face!
The fortune teller straightened his back, with an inscrutable expression on his face: "No matter what excuses or reasons you may have, my prediction is that the dam will be repaired in two months, and there will be no change."

(End of this chapter)