I was a fan in ancient times [Transmigration Book]

Han Yi watched Yan Zheng finish eating the soup dumpling little by little, and almost wanted to sigh with emotion: The boss eats a soup dumpling so elegantly.

Fortunately, he held back, it would be fine if it was just him and Yan Zheng, he could praise him in any fancy way.

It's not good that Yan Chuan and Wei Wu are here, especially Wei Wu still seems to have a problem with Yan Zheng, and Yan Chuan... was fine at first, why doesn't his expression look right today?

Of course, he doesn't care too much about the relationship between these three people, that's their business, anyway, it doesn't matter whether he wants to save face, but it can't make people doubt whether he is too attentive.

Yan Zheng actually licked his lips after eating.

Han Yi didn't know why he suddenly felt a little unable to look directly, and subconsciously moved his eyes away.

Yan Zheng raised his head and looked at Yan Chuan and Wei Wu, who were not very good-looking and were trying to pretend nothing had happened, and said with a slight smile, "Try it too, Ah Yi's skill is superb. When we fled together, if it wasn't for him With this skill along the way, I'm afraid the two of us may not meet you."

Yan Chuan felt that he couldn't lose when he lost, and Yan Zheng invited him. He seemed a little too petty to keep silent, so he said in a deep voice, "Since Wang Sunzheng agreed, then I will naturally try it."

Then imitated Han Yi and stretched out his chopsticks to pinch it, without feeling how hard he was, but the bun suddenly fell apart, not as docile as it was in Han Yi's hands.

Thanks to Han Yi, who had long felt that the steamed stuffed bun was easy to break, he put it on a shallow plate to avoid the embarrassment of the soup flowing all over the dining table.

Yan Chuan's hands froze there immediately, with a confused and embarrassed expression on his face, Han Yi didn't make a few buns in all, and he wasted one in the end.

Wei Wu smiled when she saw it: "You are using too much force."

After she finished speaking, she also pinched one, but the one she pinched didn't break, but halfway through, the bun slipped down.

Thanks to Wei Wu's quick reaction, he picked up the bowl to catch the bun, otherwise the bun might fall to pieces on the food table.

After watching it, Yan Chuan gloated and said, "You can't do this either."

Wei Wu looked at the buns in the bowl in a daze, then looked up at Han Yi, very suspicious that Han Yi did this to make people look ugly.

Seeing that both Yan Chuan and Wei Wu had failed, Han Yi sighed, "Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

But where did he go to find wheat?

Unlike other things, wheat is a native crop, but the problem is... Han Yi doesn't know the distribution range of wheat at all!

If it is simply and roughly divided according to the north and south of rice, the origin of wheat is probably north of the Yangtze River?

However, Han Yi was not too sure.

The most important thing is that the north of the Yangtze River is also a very wide range!

Seeing Han Yi's slight frown, Yan Zheng said, "Maybe I'm not used to it at first, just eat it a few more times."

As he spoke, he picked up another soup dumpling and brought it to his mouth effortlessly.

Han Yi tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, "Ah Zheng learned so fast."

Yan Chuan and Wei Wu held their breath immediately, anyway, they still had some food on their food table, so it seemed like no one could learn it.

As a result... It can only be said that fortunately Han Yi didn't have so much time, and he could share up to three soup dumplings for one person, otherwise the two of them wouldn't eat anything today, and they would just compete with the soup dumplings.

Wei Wu was better, the little lady was meticulous after all, and she finally ate the last one.

Yan Chuan is miserable, he has always been careless, but now he has to eat carefully and meticulously, it is really hard for him.

Yan Chuan's mentality was about to collapse, and when he looked up, he saw Han Yi sitting next to Yan Zheng, showing him how to cook the dishes.

In fact, Han Yi didn't just tell Yan Zheng alone. After all, there were two living people, and they were both friends. How could he really ignore it?

It's just that he is close to Yan Zheng, and he likes to look at Yan Zheng's expression to judge whether he likes to eat or not.

But in the end, he didn't make a judgment. To sum it up, Yan Zheng likes to eat ==!

This fell into Yan Chuan's eyes, basically Han Yi only had Yan Zheng in his eyes, and his whole body was sluggish in an instant.

Seeing him shrinking pitifully in a big man, Wei Wu couldn't help sighing: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come. What is this for?"

After hearing this, Yan Chuan glanced at Yan Zheng again, thought carefully for a while and leaned over and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter."

Wei Wu looked at him in surprise.

Yanchuan said in a low voice: "I heard that Ah Yi has been fighting for Wang Sunzheng's position as the eldest son."

Wei Wu was stunned for a moment and then realized: "In this case, he and A Yi... at most, that's the way it is."

Yan Chuan frowned and said, "As long as he doesn't violate his conscience, he can't do this."

Wei Wu nodded, turned to look at Yan Chuan and sneered, "So what? Do you still want to be my sister?"

Yan Chuan choked, and the Northeast dialect that had been lost in desperation came out again: "Get lost!"

Wei Wu snorted and didn't speak, and the newly established alliance collapsed in an instant.

When Han Yi was talking to Yan Zheng, he looked up at Wei Wu and Yan Chuan, just in time to see that the two of them were going to get together and whisper together when they were sharing the food table, and he was relieved and said: "The relationship between the two of them is not bad. They were right."

Yan Zheng glanced at Wei Wu and Yan Chuan, and happened to see Yan Chuan angrily moving away from Wei Wu, Wei Wu looked at Yan Chuan with a face full of complacency, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

He really wanted to know how Han Yi could tell that the two were in a good relationship.

However, it is enough for Yan Zheng to achieve his goal. The ones who really enjoyed this meal were Yan Zheng who had ulterior motives and Han Yi who was always out of state.

When it was over, both Yan Chuan and Wei Wu breathed a sigh of relief—there was no need to suffer any more.

But when they were about to leave, Wei Wu couldn't help asking, seeing that Yan Zheng hadn't moved, "Will Wang Sunzheng leave?"

Yan Zheng didn't speak but looked at Han Yi, Han Yi said tacitly: "Well, I have something to ask him, you go to rest first."

Yan Zheng met Yan Chuan and Wei Wu's envious and jealous eyes, and suddenly felt a little pity—why isn't Bai Shao here.

However, it would be good if Bai Shao wasn't here, he was different from Yan Chuan and Wei Wu.

Because of his illness, Han Yi always had more sympathy for him.

After Yan Chuan and Wei Wu left, Han Yi turned to look at Yan Zheng and asked, "Are you injured?"

Yan Zheng smiled and said: "No, I can still get sick on the horse, how can I look injured?"

Han Yi raised his eyebrows: "It's still a lie. When you pick up vegetables with your right arm, you only pick up the vegetables closest to you, and the movement is very slow. It's no wonder you didn't get hurt! Let me see."

Yan Zheng was a little surprised: "Ah Yi, you are really observant, but it's nothing, so don't worry too much."

Han Yi walked up to him and said, "I won't worry if you let me see it. Can you take it off? If you don't, I can do it."

Han Yi grabbed Yan Zheng's collar while talking.

Yan Zheng held his hand and said, "It's really all right, I've been wearing the golden silk soft armor you gave me all the time, what's the big deal?"

Han Yi refused to let go: "No matter how powerful the golden silk soft armor is, there is a limit, and it can't really make you invulnerable."

Yan Zheng wanted to say something else, but Han Yi had already shaken off his hands and began to pick off his clothes.

When Han came in with the fruit, Han Yi had already stripped half of Yan Zheng's clothes.

Han froze for a moment, put down the fruit and quickly backed out.

As a result, as soon as they went out, they met Yan Chuan and Wei Wu who came back again.

John directly stopped them and said, "Wait a minute, two."

Wei Wu said, "We have something to ask Ah Yi."

Han rarely showed embarrassment and said: "You two, please go back, Shao Liangzao...it's not convenient."

Yan Chuan was suspicious: "Isn't Wang Sunzheng inside?"

John kept his mouth shut and refused to say a word but refused to move away.

Just as Yan Chuan was about to say something, a man staggered over suddenly, holding a wine gourd in his hand, took a sip of wine, put his hand on Yan Chuan's shoulder, and pressed his whole body on Yan Chuan's body.

Yan Chuan was taken aback by him, and quickly shook, trying to throw the person away, but he didn't know where this person came from, Yan Chuan tried so hard, but he didn't get rid of him.

Yan Chuan was a little impatient: "Which way are you on?"

The man patted Yan Chuan on the shoulder and said, "Don't... don't lose your eyes."

Hearing these words, Yan Chuan raised his eyes instantly, and just about to scold someone, he heard the person say, "Hi~ inside...the inside is taking off... undressing...you...why are you still obsessed with it?" Woolen cloth?"

Yan Chuan only felt that a thunderbolt from the blue sky hit Tianling Gai, and he forgot all the words he wanted to curse in an instant.

He subconsciously looked up, only to see that the tall and short figures printed on the tent were almost glued together.

Then he was a little shorter and clearly helped the other take off a piece of clothing.

Yan Chuan:! ! ! ! !

He turned around and left in a daze, but the man just now waved his hand at Han and said, "No... hiccup... don't thank me."

Han said helplessly, "Why is Mr. Huang Xiaolang drinking too much again? I'll have someone send you back."

Mr. Huang Xiaolang waved his hands and turned to look at Wei Wu and asked, "Hi... You're not the one next to Shaoliangzao... Hip... a bit miserable~"

Wei Wu stood there with a dazed face, looked at Huang Xiaolang-jun, was silent for a while, and then asked, "Is there any wine left?"

Mr. Huang Xiaolang's eyes lit up: "Yes! Take one?"

Wei Wu raised her head: "Let's go! Go find Yan Chuan! Today we won't go home until we're drunk!"

Mr. Huang Xiaolang clapped his hands: "Good!"

As he said that, he leaned over and hooked Wei Wu's shoulders, and then...then Wei Wu threw him over his shoulder.

Han was already ready to call someone over to carry Mr. Huang Xiaolang away, but he stood up neatly with his hands on the ground.

Mr. Huang Xiaolang pointed at Wei Wu crookedly and said, "Then... why are you so stingy! And...not a little...little lady."

Knowing the truth, John could only remain silent.

Wei Wu ignored him and said, "Let's go and find Yanchuan!"

Mr. Huang Xiaolang left without saying anything.

As soon as they left, Han Yi came out and asked, "I heard someone talking just now, John?"

Han hesitated for a while and said, "It's nothing, just Mr. Huang Xiaolang asks Wei...Wei Langjun and Gongzi Chuan to drink."

Han Yi reacted for a while before he remembered who Mr. Huang Xiaolang was—isn't that the ineffective son of Siche Shuzhang?

He asked Yan Chuan and Wei Wu?Is there any purpose?

Han Yi frowned and said in a low voice: "Find someone to watch them, don't make trouble and don't let them drink too much!"

Han took the order and left. Han Yi returned to the tent and saw the injury on Yan Zheng's back and muttered, "I knew you must be injured. You still want to hide it from me!"

Yan Zheng said honestly: "It's not serious, I just don't want you to worry."

Han Yi said while helping him with the medicine: "That's not okay! You rest at my place tonight, so that no one will take care of you."

Yan Zheng frowned: "Okay!"

Han Yi took a closer look at the wound. It was indeed not deep, but the most worrying thing was not the wound itself, but the fear of infection.

Han Yi only had so much medical knowledge, so he could only disinfect Yan Zheng's wound as much as possible, and then he could only pray to Yue.

Fortunately, Yan Zheng's physique is good, he didn't have a fever at night, and the wound healed well.

The next day, Han Yi made him some light food. After eating, Yan Zheng asked, "Where are Gongzi Chuan and the others? Why are there no one around so early in the morning?"

Han Yi also felt puzzled, and asked Han to ask, Han said with a look of embarrassment: "They are all in the tent in Gongzichuan, and they... haven't come out yet."

Han Yi felt strange, so he got up and planned to go over to have a look.

Yan Zheng naturally followed suit.

As soon as he got there and entered the tent, Han Yi was almost choked by the strong smell of alcohol.

He took a deep breath facing the outside, and then took a look at the scene inside the tent - Yan Chuan and his youngest son, who was born in a car, all fell on the ground unconscious.

Wei Wu hugged the wine jar and took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth and said, "There is no one to drink!"

As she spoke, she looked at Yan Zheng provocatively.

Yan Zheng: ...

Somehow this scene... seemed familiar.