Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

The first to arrive on the battlefield were Wang De and his Dali Temple minister Zhu Yichen, as well as a large number of Dali Temple servants.

Zhu Yichen, the minister of Dali Temple, asked the servants to clear the way, and soon a path was cleared. He saw a figure squatting on the ground and fiercely slapping people in the mouth, while cursing.

"You bully the common people, right? You bully the common people and take my name, right? I'm giving you a bad face, right?"

The servant thought that this person was causing trouble and wanted to arrest him. Er Zhu Yichen quickly stopped the servant, walked over quickly and squatted down next to Yuchi Baoqi.

"Well, the British Lord. Where is your Majesty? Is there any danger?"

The gang of scoundrels lying on the ground had all been beaten unconscious by Yuchi Baoqi. Unfortunately, they could not hear who was the person who beat them into such a miserable state.

Li Shimin coughed twice and poked his head out from behind the farm manager and Su Quan: "Yichen, this way."

The common people who come to the market like to watch this kind of thing happen, and most of them are vendors. The stall fees charged by these people are closely related to them, and they want to know what is going on.

The man whose stall was smashed before took his wife and children to Yuchi Baoqi. He didn't cry when the stall was smashed, but now he couldn't stop the tears.

"My benefactor, the people from Dali Temple are here. You run away. The British Lord will come soon and you will have no chance. I have to kowtow to you, little one. I don't have the ability to repay my kindness to my benefactor."

Yuchi Baoqi stood up from the ground, just in time to block the sunlight shining on the man's face. Yuchi Baoqi grinned: "Repay a favor? What kind of favor? Why run away? What kind of British man is a father-in-law?"

Yuchi Baoqi was a little hungry after cooking: "Fry some fried rice for me, no salt, season with soy sauce, no green onions, no ginger, five eggs."

He realized that he was still holding someone else's horse spoon, although it had been deformed a lot and stained with a lot of blood: "Is there anyone who sells cooking utensils? I want to buy a large horse spoon, two woks, and a stove. Send some quickly!"

Many of the stall owners who were watching were selling cooking utensils, so they bought all the samples from their stalls. After all, none of the woks they sold had ever been opened. This sample was used to demonstrate cooking, so it was natural to use it. .

When the owner of the fried rice stall saw that everything had arrived, he wiped away his tears and walked to the stove to start heating the pan to prepare fried rice.

Sure enough, the stall owner had two brushes, and he stir-fried the rice quickly with a strong fire. As soon as the rice was put into the pot, it was quickly smashed with a large spoon. The water vapor in the rice was fried instantly by shaking the pot, and the other pot was dropped. Put the bean sprouts and green vegetables.

The stall owner flipped the food in the two woks up and down with both hands. When he saw that the heat was about the same, he turned off the stove, pinched two eggs with one hand and put them into the fried rice pot at the same time. He beat the five eggs back and forth several times. pot.

The green vegetables and bean sprouts were poured directly from the pot into the rice pot. The stove was turned up fiercely, and the stall owner used a horse spoon to stir-fry quickly. The eggs wrapped the rice grains during the stir-frying process, and the aroma began to spread in the pot. Come.

Soy sauce, sand worm powder, oyster sauce, sugar, and rice vinegar are seasoned almost instantly, and the stall owner's movements are as smooth as running water.

After taking it out of the pot and putting it on a plate, a plate full of soy sauce fried rice with a strong aroma was brought to Yuchi Baoqi by the stall owner's son.

Yuchi Baoqi took the chopsticks and sniffed it before opening his mouth: "Sandworm powder? Qilu people."

Seeing that Yuchi Baoqi was so good at eating, the stall owner scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "My mother-in-law is from Shandong and was kidnapped back by me. It's a pity that her skills are useless and she has to live a hard life."

Yuchi Baoqi hadn't even finished eating two mouthfuls of food when he heard a sharp shout: "The British prince is here! The people kneel down and worship!"

Some people watching the excitement knelt down without knowing why, and many stall owners also knelt down. The child who brought Yuchi Baoqi food also wanted to kneel down, but Yuchi Baoqi pulled him up.

The servants of Dali Temple did not kneel. Although they had never seen what the British Duke Chi Baoqi looked like, the kneeling ceremony was not used in their minds except for kneeling to parents, teachers, and ancestors.

The man with the knife pointed in the direction of Yuchi Baoqi and gestured. The curtain of the huge sedan was opened, and a "mountain of meat" weighing about three hundred kilograms sat inside.

"You don't take my prince seriously? You still dare to hurt my prince's subordinates. Do you know what crime you deserve?"

Yuchi Baoqi was holding a bowl of fried rice: "The scoundrels in the market collect protection money. To put it bluntly, the harsh sentence is just to squat in there for three to five years. Why pretend to be the prince and earn such eighty cents? Is it okay to be beheaded? "

The androgynous thing next to the fake British Duke spoke up, with a sharp voice: "How outrageous! How dare you be so disrespectful to the British Duke! How can Fangxiao be named in the tabloid!"

Yuchi Baoqi was too lazy to pay attention to this eggless castrate. He took two bites of fried rice and chewed it fiercely in his mouth. It was a pity that the fried rice, which was just out of the oven and smelled of the pot, was cold.

"Ariel, go and capture him. These lawless scoundrels will be punished on the spot!"

Yuchi Baoqi spit out the fried rice in his mouth, Su Lie? who? Weren’t they fighting on the Western Front? I didn’t bring him back. What a shame.

A quick glance at the figure reveals that the height is quite intimidating. Even with such a figure, it is just like a bamboo pole, and it is the kind of asparagus that literati like most, which is a little thinner than a hemp rope.

Yuchi Baoqi finished the meal in a hurry, burped, looked at the plate in his hand, and smashed the plate towards "Su Lie".

I originally wanted to throw it out like a Frisbee, but after thinking about my current strength, there was a high probability that the plate could cut the hemp pole into two pieces. It would be too bloody and would have a bad impact.

The plate seemed to fly and hit "Su Lie" in the face, and the flying porcelain shards scratched the "British Duke" and the fake eunuch. For a moment, they kept wailing.

Er Zhu Yichen walked to Yuchi Baoqi's side: "His Majesty said that we should solve it quickly. He also wants to find a place to eat something. He is hungry."

Yuchi Baoqi shrugged: "Then you go and do it."

The Minister of Dali Temple led his servants to the "British Duke" and said, "Catch this stupid thief who pretended to be the British Duke and bring him to justice. He will be executed on a certain day."

The common people and stall owners who were kneeling on the ground to watch were all dumbfounded. They all recognized the servants of Dali Temple. Those clothes were unmistakable. Anyone who dared to impersonate the uniforms of the servants would also have to go to jail. activity.

"The British Duke" pointed at Er Zhu Yichen's nose: "You stupid and stupid Minister of Dali Temple, you don't even recognize my own father? The thief is over there!"

Zhu Yichen, the Minister of Dali Temple, laughed wildly three times: "Hahahahaha! Even when I am about to die, I am still the British Duke. You, a stupid fat pig like you, can impersonate such a brave and handsome man as the British Duke!"