Azhu took Zhou Xuan and others to the kitchen from behind the house. Seeing that the chef Lao Gu was sweating profusely, he was spitting into the pot without stopping, and then rubbed the mud into the pot with both hands.

Azhu shouted, both angry and funny.

"Lao Gu, what are you doing?"

Lao Gu was startled and said in surprise.

"You...you..."

Azhu smiled.

"I am Miss Aju."

Old Gu was overjoyed and said.

"Miss Azhu, there are so many bad people coming, forcing me to cook, look!"

While saying that, he blew some of his nose and threw it into the dish, and laughed.

Azhu frowned.

"You cook such dirty dishes."

Old Gu said hurriedly.

"I washed my hands clean when I cook the dishes that the girl eats. The dirty things that the bad guys eat are, and the dirty things that they make."

Azhu Dao.

"Next time I see the dish you cook, it feels disgusting when I think of it."

Old Gu Dao.

“Different, different, completely different.”

Although Azhu was the servant of Mr. Murong, he was the master of Tingxiangshuixie, and he also served by maids, chefs, boatmen, gardeners, etc.

Azhu asked.

"How many enemies are there?"

Old Gu Dao.

"There are eighteen or nineteen gangs who came first, and more than twenty later."

Azhu Dao.

"Are there two groups? Who are they? What kind of dress? Whose accents are they from?"

Lao Gu cursed.

"Fuck him, Ila mom..."

As soon as he spoke the words of cursing, he hurriedly reached out and pressed his mouth, and said in great panic.

"Miss Azhu, Lao Gu deserves to die. I... I'm so angry that I'm confused. One of these two bad guys is the northern barbarians, and it seems they are all robbers. The other one is the Sichuanese, all wearing white robes, and I don't know what the road is."

Azhu Dao.

"Who are they looking for? Did they hurt anyone?"

Old Gu Dao.

"The first group of robbers came to find the master, and the second group of weird people came to find the master. We said that the master was dead and the master was not here. They didn't believe it. They searched for a while. The girls in the village avoided it, but I was so angry, fuck..."

I was going to curse again, but a slander said, but finally it was retracted in time.

When Azhu and others saw that his left eye was black and half of his cheeks were swollen, they thought they had eaten a few times. No wonder he wanted to spit in the dishes, blow his nose, and vent his anger.

Azhu pondered.

"We have to go and see it myself, and Lao Gu can't understand it."

He took Zhou Xuan and others out of the side door of the kitchen, passed a jasmine flower bed, passed through two moon cave doors, and came outside the flower hall. There were still several feet away from the doors and windows behind the flower hall, and there were already bursts of noise in the hall.

Azhu quietly approached, stretched his nails and picked the window paper, and looked inside. But he saw the bright lights in the hall, but only illuminating the east side. Eighteen or nineteen thick men were drinking, the table was in a mess, and the underground chairs were tilted.

Several people simply sat on the table, some holding chicken legs in their hands and chewing pig's trotters. Some waved their long swords and picked up the beef on the plate with the tip of the knife and delivered it into their mouths.

Azhu looked west again, and didn't care at first, but after watching for a while, he couldn't help feeling shivered in his heart and a coldness on his back. But he saw more than 20 people wearing white robes and sitting solemnly. Only a candle was lit on the table, which was only a few feet wide in size, and the six or seven people around him were all covered in faces.
Chapter completed!