Chapter 227 Not a good thing
Fan Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"My lady, I'm not... reserved, it's just, why am I saying so much."
As he spoke, he pointed to the bowl of rice in front of Mei Cheng'an, which looked so small and cute in comparison, and was puzzled.
"He has so few? Isn't this a bit..."
Mei Cheng'an curled the corners of his mouth and knocked his hand hard with chopsticks. Damn it, you want to drag me into this? No way!
"I study literature and you study martial arts, how can we be the same? The Queen must have her reasons for making such an arrangement. Just eat your food honestly, why bother with so much!"
Fan Xian withdrew his hand in pain and subconsciously opened his mouth to refute.
"You're a fucking idiot..."
Ning Cairen interrupted him directly.
"That's right! You, a warrior, what's there to compare with a scholar like him? You should eat more, and no one will laugh at you. Don't be so hesitant when eating, just eat quickly."
"..."
Fan Xian felt that if he continued to dawdle, he would really be disliked. However, he couldn't suffer alone; the bastard next to him had to accompany him. Thinking of this, he spoke.
"Your Majesty is right. I will eat it. But Your Majesty may not know it yet."
As he spoke, he pointed at Mei Chengan.
“He actually…”
Mei Cheng'an was quick-witted and used the silver needle that emerged from between his fingers to prick a certain acupuncture point on Fan Xian's back, and Fan Xian became unable to make any sound with his mouth open.
Ning Cairen looked at him in confusion.
"What are you talking about? Tell me what's wrong with him!"
"..."
After glaring at Mei Cheng'an hatefully, Fan Xian pointed at his throat speechlessly, then waved his hand and pointed at Mei Cheng'an again.
Ning Cairen looked puzzled and had to look at Mei Chengan.
"What does he mean?"
Mei Cheng'an grabbed Fan Xian's hand that was pointing at him and pressed it down, then he pouted his head back and answered the question with a smile.
"You don't have to pay attention to him, Madam. I don't know what he means. He may have lost his voice due to sudden excitement. This is an old problem of his. It's not a big problem. Don't worry."
Ning Cairen showed a look of realization and looked at Fan Xian.
"Why are you so excited? Okay, calm down and eat first... Um, this won't delay your meal, right?"
The next sentence was asked about Mei Chengan.
Mei Chengan smiled and shook his head.
"No delay, no delay."
Ning Cairen was relieved.
"That's good, let's eat."
Mei Cheng'an came close to Fan Xian and threatened in a very low voice.
"Eat your meal honestly. I'll help you out when we're done. Otherwise, you won't be able to talk today. Got it?"
Fan Xian thought about it with a dark face, then nodded helplessly. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
The acupuncture point pierced by the fellow villager is quite tricky. It is impossible to open it with true qi in a short period of time.
As a chatterbox, not letting him speak is more painful than killing him. This fellow villager Gou Ba has hit his sore spot.
Fan Xian withdrew his red, pursed hand, blew on it, reached out and picked up the chopsticks, looked at the rice in front of him that was towering into the sky and three times bigger than his head, gestured here and there, and for a moment he didn't know how to eat it.
This is too fucking exaggerated.
I took a deep breath, gritted my teeth, encouraged myself, and finally managed to prepare myself mentally.
Fan Xian inserted the chopsticks into the tip of the rice, opened his mouth as wide as possible and moved forward, digging, picking, and pushing, then taking a big bite.
Ning Cairen glanced at him and made a sound of sigh.
"Look, if the child is hungry, don't just eat rice, eat some vegetables!"
After saying that, he picked up a large piece of braised pork and put it in the hole he had just dug on the tip of the rice.
"Come, have some braised pork, it's delicious."
Fan Xian had a mouthful of rice and was chewing it with difficulty. Upon hearing this, he glanced at the braised pork on the rice, puffed up his cheeks and forced a smile at Ning Cairen, then forced himself to swallow some of the rice, and then took another big bite.
Mei Chengan couldn't help but pull his neck when watching from the side. He felt choked. Eh~
Mei Chengan couldn't bear to watch it anymore and decided not to look at him anymore. He concentrated on eating the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in front of him.
You know what, this dish tastes really good.
Use a spoon to scoop a few spoonfuls of soup and pour it on the rice, then stir it with chopsticks. Oh my god, it’s delicious.
The milk tofu tasted light, which Mei Chengan didn’t like very much. The lotus root boxes were pretty good, with the outside fried just right and the meat filling inside very fresh and delicious.
The stir-fried vegetables are okay. Green vegetables are suitable for stir-frying, and Mei Chengan likes them quite a bit.
As for how the shredded potatoes and braised pork tasted, he had no idea. They were a bit far from where he was sitting, and it was not convenient for him to stand up and pick them up.
Fortunately, there were enough dishes in front of him, so Mei Chengan didn't worry about it anymore.
A quarter of an hour later.
Ning Cairen, Fan Ruoruo, and Mei Chengan had basically put down their chopsticks, leaving Fan Xian alone, still holding the large bowl and eating with grunts.
Everyone is looking at him.
There is still a little more than half of the basin left, but Fan Xian's speed is obviously not as fast as before.
Fan Ruoruo looked at her brother with pity.
Ning Cairen kept picking up food for Fan Xian.
Mei Chengan kept putting pressure on Fan Xian.
"Take your time, don't rush, chew slowly and thoroughly so as not to harm your body. If you eat too much, you will easily choke and get indigestion, which will lead to fullness too quickly, and then the remaining rice will be wasted.
As the saying goes, when the sun is high in the sky, sweat drips down to the ground while hoeing the field. Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work? You must finish it and not waste this hard-earned food. Come on, I'm counting on you." Fan Xian put down his chopsticks with a snap, puffed up his cheeks and glared at Mei Cheng'an, his expression very clear.
"That's enough, you bastard. People are eating here and you're always nagging beside them. It's boring, right, Tang Monk?
Who are you calling here to recite a poem? Have you finished it yet? Let me see after you finish one. You don't have a sore back when you talk while standing, right?
If you say one more word, I will throw the food on your face. "
Seeing this, Fan Ruoruo, who was silently savoring the poem, was the first to feed her brother peanuts.
"Hey, Brother Mei, please don't disturb my brother's meal. He will finish it, don't worry!"
Hearing this, Fan Xian looked at his sister in disbelief, feeling deeply stabbed in the back.
Do you want to listen to what you are saying? You are still my sister!
Ning Cairen also spoke up and each of them was given fifty lashes.
"As expected of a great poet, he can speak eloquently. This poem is so well written that even I, who know nothing about poetry, can understand its meaning instantly.
However, they are eating, and it is inappropriate for you to keep talking beside them. You have good intentions, but this reminder is a bit redundant. For a martial artist, eating this little meal is as easy as drinking water. Fan Xian will definitely be able to do it! You should be quiet."
Fan Xian: "..."
Mei Chengan looked embarrassed.
"What the Queen and Sister Ruoruo said is true. I believe him too. We all believe him. Okay, from now on, I promise to keep my mouth shut."
After saying this, he pursed his lips and kept silent, staring straight at Fan Xian.
Fan Xian: "..."
Facing six, oh no, eight, the eunuch Hou at the back was also craning his neck to look.
Facing the gazes of eight pairs of eyes, Fan Xian suppressed the tears in his eyes and the urge to overturn the table, and reached out tremblingly to pick up the chopsticks again.
He closed his eyes to prevent his hot tears from dripping into the rice, which would make it salty. He took a deep breath and continued to work with his head down.
……
In the end, Fan Xian was unable to finish the bowl of rice, and a lot of it was left over.
At the end of the meal, he no longer made any movement to swallow, but his eyes were blank and he mechanically shoveled food into his mouth.
His mouth was full of rice, and he dropped as much as he could. Seeing this, Ning Cairen didn't force him to eat any more, as it seemed that he really couldn't eat any more.
After coming out of Ning Cairen's place, Fan Xian seemed to be normal except that his movements were a little slower.
Mei Cheng'an had already untied his mute acupoint. Logically, he should have started to spray a lot earlier, but he held back because Fan Xian didn't dare to open his mouth at the moment, for he was afraid that he would vomit as soon as he opened his mouth.
"yue~"
When they reached an empty corridor, Fan Xian couldn't help but vomit.
Oh~
Mei Cheng'an and Eunuch Hou covered their mouths and noses and stood far away. After taking a look, they turned their heads away in disgust.
Fan Ruoruo also covered her mouth and nose, tilted her head, and patted Fan Xian on the back with her eyes closed.
Mei Chengan sighed in a low voice.
"At the critical moment, it still has to be my sister."
Eunuch Hou echoed in a muffled voice.
"That's right. Hey, Master Xiaomei, what's the name of the five-character poem you recited today? I've never heard it before. Is it something new that you wrote?"
Mei Cheng'an recited that poem not to show off, but purely to add fuel to the fire. However, since he had already heard it, he just had to admit it.
"Oh, I just made it up. I don't have a name, so I'll just come up with one. Hmm... let me think about it, let's call it Minnong. What do you think, Grandpa?"
Eunuch Hou tasted it and praised it in a low voice.
"Minnong, what a good name! Young Master Xiaomei is truly a man of great talent. He can write poems out of his mouth in such a thought-provoking way. This old servant is truly astonished and convinced."
Mei Cheng'an cried out in pain.
“That’s an exaggeration.”
……
In the imperial study, Emperor Qing was sitting cross-legged on a soft couch having lunch, picking up food while listening to the eunuch's report.
During the civil war, there were more memorials to review in the morning, so he postponed lunch for a while.
"It's a good poem, but the thought is not in the right place."
After listening to the eunuch's report, Emperor Qing raised the corner of his mouth, put the food picked up with chopsticks into the bowl, and made a casual comment.
Putting down the bowl and waving his hand to order them to leave, Emperor Qing lowered his head to glance at the table, reached out and picked up a grain of rice that had fallen at some point, took a look at it, and slightly opened his lips.
"Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey."
After reciting softly, Emperor Qing curled the corners of his mouth, reached out to put the grain of rice into his mouth, then picked up the bowl again and began to eat slowly.
……
Changxin Palace.
The eldest princess stopped what she was doing and asked in surprise.
"It was such a big bowl, and he ate it all?"
Lanxiang nodded.
“There are quite a few left.”
The eldest princess smiled like a flower.
"Haha, that's a bit too much. I'm afraid he'll get sick from eating too much."
Lanxiang said.
"Yes, he vomited not long after he left the house. Mei Cheng'an was holding him there, and he even wrote that poem to add fuel to the fire. Fan Xian had to eat desperately."
The eldest princess burst into laughter.
"He's really not a good guy."
……
(End of this chapter)
