Lord, I heard that you are bent? [rebirth]

The waiter who was waiting to serve the food backed out, and Niu Dashan took out his leather pouch, took out a silver needle from it, tried the food on the table one by one, put away the things after confirming that there was no problem, and stood with his hands behind his back. next to him.

Since the assassination two years ago, he has been used to all kinds of precautions.

Duan Hongjin rested his chin with one hand and watched his movements with a smile.

A tall body wrapped in narrow sleeves and brown, with a broad chest and long legs, slightly protruding arm muscles, scars from the side of the bridge of the nose to the base of the ears, the entire left face is hideous and scary, coupled with that expressionless expression...

Hey, his guard is really a man!

Duan Hongjin thought happily, she looks so good just standing up!

but--

"Sit, what are you doing standing there?"

This time he specially chose a small private room, no one looked at him, just wanted to make this piece of wood feel more comfortable.

If the wood just stood there, why would he get into the private room?

Niu Dashan lowered his head slightly: "It's not suitable for etiquette, it's fine for the subordinates to stand."

Duan Hongjin snorted softly: "Don't you listen to what Master said?"

Niu Dashan paused: "Yes." As soon as he stepped forward with his long legs, he planned to sit across from him.

"Sit here." He reached out and nodded the seat next to him.

As soon as Niu Dashanjiao was taken away, he sat on the seat he designated, thought for a while, and reached out to serve him a bowl of soup and a bowl of rice that was sticking out.

The calf under the table was kicked.

Niu Dashan looked at him suspiciously, facing his smiling face, gasped for breath, and hurriedly lowered his eyelids: "Master?"

"I've been with you for so long, don't you know how much you eat? Why are you pretending to be so full? Drain half of it."

Niu Dashan was unmoved: "Master eats too little."

"...Don't worry, I ate bean juice in the afternoon!"

"I only ate one." He thought for a while and added, "Also, almost two hours have passed."

Duan Hongjin glared at him: "You have a bottomless stomach, why don't people eat less? Pour out half of it!"

Niu Dashan pursed his lips, raised his hand unwillingly, and scraped back a little bit of the rice in his bowl, at least it stopped sticking out.

Duan Hongjin rolled his eyes and took the bowl: "It's the old rule, there's nothing left for Grandpa to finish." After finishing speaking, he ignored him, picked up his chopsticks and began to pick up vegetables.

Niu Dashan was slightly taken aback.

Where did the old rules come from?

This refers to the day at Zhenxiu Restaurant, and this afternoon?

Master... Is this because he is afraid that he will be hungry?

His heart couldn't help churning, and he became more stern for fear of revealing a trace of emotion, so he kept a bowl of rice for himself calmly.

The soup is sweet-scented osmanthus and taro seedlings.Duan Hongjin tasted it twice, couldn't take it anymore, threw down the spoon in disgust, and pushed the whole bowl in front of him: "I'll give it all to you, I don't like it."

As he spoke, he quickly took a sip of tea.It's dead!

Niu Dashan stared at the bowl for a while, swallowed, slowly picked up the delicate spoon, glanced at Duan Hongjin, saw that he didn't pay attention to him, and carefully put a mouthful into his mouth.

The sweetness goes straight from the tip of the tongue to the heart.

He quickly pinched his palm and forced himself to calm down.

Duan Hongjin didn't pay attention to his small movements, frowning and glanced at the table full of Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes.

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, sweet and sour pork, squirrel mandarin fish, honey sauce char siu, pine nut corn, cabbage in white sauce, crabapple cake, sweet osmanthus taro seedlings.

Except for dim sum and sweet soup, the rest are all Jiangnan dishes that are sweet and salty.

Duan Hongjin was annoyed and made a mistake!

Just thinking about a little revenge for Mu Mu, who doesn't like sweets, he even forgot that he doesn't like it either!

He ate a few chopsticks selectively, but he couldn't eat any more, so he put down the chopsticks.

Niu Dashan, who was concentrating on slowly tasting the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus and taro seedlings froze, put down his spoon and looked over.

"Nothing, you continue to eat."

Niu Dashan glanced at his bowl, but didn't take a few bites at all.

He frowned and glanced at the table, as if realizing something, he stood up and walked to the door to open it.

"Why are you going?" Duan Hongjin was at a loss.

Niu Dashan didn't answer him, but waved to Xiaoer on the aisle, and whispered a few words when he came over.

Xiao Er nodded, turned around and went downstairs.

Niu Dashan concealed the door, walked back and sat down.

"what happened?"

"Added some dishes." As he said, he reached out and moved the few dishes in front of him, and refilled the teacup.

Add food?

"What dish to add?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Stir-fried mutton with scallions, fried and steamed yellow croaker, dry-pot chicken, dry-roasted winter bamboo shoots." Niu Dashan honestly introduced them one by one.

These few dishes are what Duan Hongjin often ordered when eating out.

This is for him?

Duan Hongjin's heart was sweet.

but--

The newly added dishes are all salty!

He can't eat it all by himself!

In the end, the wood has to be cheap again!

Then is his revenge today still called revenge?

Duan Hongjin feigned anger: "Did I ask you to add it?"

"Well, this subordinate has made his own decision, and he will go to the punishment hall to receive his punishment when he returns home."

"What punishment do you receive? Master hasn't spoken yet!" Forget it, just order it, so as not to starve yourself, the loss outweighs the gain.

Duan Hongjin raised his foot and stepped on his big foot forcefully: "Wait, I've made a note of this, and I'll punish you when I think of a way!" Grasp him first.

Niu Dashan nodded in agreement.

"You have to finish eating these sweet ones!" He wrinkled his nose and pointed at the pile of Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes on the table.

"Yes." Niu Dashan replied, but still did not move his chopsticks.

Duan Hongjin was helpless.

Well, if he doesn't eat it, he probably won't eat the wood either.

Then just wait, anyway, the weather is warm, and the dishes on this table will not be cold for a while.

Having nothing to do, he simply chatted with the wood: "I remember, are you from Xining?"

Niu Dashan nodded: "People from Huai'an, Xining."

"Then why was he sent to the palace as a death guard?"

That's right, Niu Dashan was originally the death guard in the palace.

When he first opened the mansion, his mother and concubine begged his father, and his father picked a few death guards who had just left the mountain and sent them over, including him.

At that time, the concubine mother had just been promoted to a noble concubine, and among the brothers, except for the second brother, he had the highest status.

At that time, there were vague rumors that he might surpass the second prince and be named the prince.

He was also complacent, and became more and more arrogant and arrogant, which made the second brother, mother concubine, scold him several times.

Then not long after, he was intercepted and killed in the deep alley where he left the palace and returned home after visiting his mother and concubine.

The reckless swordsmen, the poisoned arrows, the felled carriage, the screams one after another...

If Niu Dashan hadn't stood in front of him, he would have died on the spot.

Later on, he was fortunate countless times that he was suppressed by his concubine and sent someone to meet his second brother for a drink and dinner, so that his second brother rescued him and Niu Dashan at the last moment.

Although Dashan was disfigured because of this.

Among the few death guards, only Da Shan and Chen Er remained.

What happened, Niu Dashan, who had no sense of existence to him, was turned from darkness to light by him, and he was promoted to the head of the guards in the mansion.

Who knew that this guy actually had something wrong with him...

Thinking back to how he discovered Niu Dashan's thoughts in his previous life, his body began to heat up.

"Every year, the palace will send people to collect some orphans and beggars from all over the country, and send them to the mountains for training. After they learn well, they will enter the palace as death guards. If they don't learn well, they will be sent to various places as spies, or sent to the army " Niu Dashan said lightly.

Hearing the other person speak, he quickly restrained his mind: "How old were you at that time? Where are your family members?"

"About six or seven years old. The mountain behind the village collapsed and everyone in the village was buried. I happened to be at the entrance of the village, escaped unharmed, and was taken up the mountain later."

so small?Duan Hongjin felt a little distressed: "Then will you miss home?"

However, this topic reminded him of a big event that was about to happen.

Niu Dashan shook his head: "Too young."

"Is your training on the mountain very hard? Is it very strict? Why don't you like to talk? You are like this, and Chen Er is like this."

"It's deserted on the mountain. Apart from training, you have to rest every day. Everyone," he paused, "I don't talk when I'm tired. I'll get used to it after a while."

"Really..." Duan Hongjin imagined that scene, feeling depressed.

Just as Niu Dashan was about to speak, his ears moved, he stood up and walked over to open the open door.

Duan Hongjin looked up, just in time to see Xiao Er walking over with a large tray, before entering the door, the tray was picked up by Niu Dashan.

The child was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly bowed and exited, and closed the door.

After Niu Dashan tried it with silver needles, he moved these new dishes to Duan Hongjin and sat down again.

The two of them raised their chopsticks again.

Then, Duan Hongjin discovered that the desserts on the table had no effect at all.

Niu Dashan didn't change his face the whole time, and just swept away the dishes.

After eating early, Duan Hongjin, who was sitting on the side drinking tea, put down his cup depressedly.

Niu Dashan paused, and stretched out the hand that just put down the chopsticks, brought the teapot in front of him, poured the tea, drank it in one gulp, poured it again, and drank it in one gulp, and poured seven or eight cups of tea in this way.

Although the cup is a bit small, this way of drinking is a bit exaggerated.

This, is this blocked?

Duan Hongjin felt much more at ease in an instant, and stepped out of the restaurant with a smile on his face.

Niu Dashan touched his stretched stomach, and looked at the jumping people in front of him with good eyes, with imperceptible pampering in his eyes.

When we got back to the mansion, it was already dark.

Niu Dashan followed Duan Hongjin through the corridors and courtyards, and didn't stop until the lantern hanging outside the main room came into view.

Duan Hongjin took a few steps forward, and found that he hadn't followed, so he stopped and turned around in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Niu Dashan bowed his head: "The subordinates send off the master respectfully, the master should go to bed early."

Only then did he realize that he had already reached the main room, and was about to say something, when Shi Mo, who was serving in his room, heard the sound.

Shi Mo walked over quickly, and gave a blessing: "Master, you are back. I will ask someone to prepare hot water for you to wash."

Niu Dashan clenched his fists.

Duan Hongjin waved Shi Mo to prepare by himself, looked up at him who was silent, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then you go wash and rest first, pack your luggage tomorrow, and come with me to Zhuangzi to stay for a few days."

"Yes."

Duan Hongjin waved his hand, turned and stepped into the door.

Niu Dashan raised his head, and his deep eyes reflected the slightly thin figure in front of him. He didn't turn around until he could no longer see him, then turned and strode out of the yard.

the next morning.

Duan Hongjin yawned and woke up, stretched: "Servant Mo."

"Master, you are up." The curtain was lifted and hung up, and Shi Mo stretched out his hand to help him up with a smile, "Captain Niu came here early in the morning to wait for you."

"So early?" Duan Hongjin glanced out the window to confirm that he was not too late, "Where is he now?"

"Waiting in the porch." Shi Mo knelt down and put on socks for him.

Duan Hongjin raised his voice: "Dashan, come in."

There was a reply from outside the door, followed by a knock on the door.

Passing through the gap between the screens, Duan Hongjin only saw the tall figure projected on the ground stop motionless at the door.

"Come in." He repeated.

Shi Mo was putting on his boots, and said softly, "Master, you haven't dressed yet, let Captain Niu wait outside."

Duan Hongjin paused, raised his foot and kicked over.

Shi Mo let out a low cry, and fell to the ground in embarrassment: "Master?"