In the morning, Ye Fan had just finished washing up, when General Cuenca's guards knocked on the door outside. General Cuenca prepared breakfast and invited Ye Fan to have breakfast together!

Just like this time, Cuenca only invited Ye Fan, but did not invite Jin Long and Li Su who were traveling with him. Ye Fan followed the guards to Cuenca's luxurious palace.

On the second floor of the palace, there is a luxuriously decorated restaurant. The walls, domes and various decorations are inlaid with various jade and gold, and the floor is covered with thick fur from unknown animals, so the feet are particularly soft and comfortable.

There is a breakfast restaurant of more than 300 square meters, and the dining table in the middle, made of pure gold and diamonds suddenly attracted Ye Fan's attention. It has to be said that Cuenca is not a rich man. This set of seats alone will probably cost 100 million yuan, right?

I originally thought Cuenca would invite herself to have breakfast here, but when Ye Fan came with the guards, there were only service staff in the restaurant, and Cuenca was not there.

Could it be that I was asking me to see his luxury? Ye Fan smiled in his heart: Showing wealth to guests is also a symbol of strength. The key is that Cuenca has the strength to show it to Ye Fan.

Ru, sitting in the lounge next to him, the guards had brought three snacks and several plates of fruit, and poured Ye Fan a glass of fruit wine.

"Didn't you say General Cuenca has dinner with me?" Ye Fan looked at the guard standing at the door, and did not eat, and asked.

Hearing Ye Fan's question, the guard shook his head respectfully, and then said apologetically: "The general just told me to bring you here and use some snacks first. Breakfast may start soon."

"oh."

Ye Fan nodded, then picked up a plate of fruit and handed it to the guards, saying, "Come on, let's eat together."

Who knew that when he saw Ye Fan handing over the fruit plate, the guard's face changed immediately. He shook his head in panic and said, "No, I can't eat with you. General Cuenca will blame me."

"Isn't General Cuenca not here? I invited you to eat. I believe he won't punish you." Ye Fan frowned. It seemed that the soldiers under Cuenca were extremely afraid of him, and their faces became a little pale.

The guard kept shook his head and said, "No, we can't use food privately." After that, he stood firm in his military posture and did not dare to look at Ye Fan.

Shrugged, Ye Fan put the fruit on the table, but in fact he was no longer in the mood to use some breakfast. General Cuenca didn't know what he was selling, and he still didn't show up.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the lounge. When he heard it, General Cuenca and his bodyguards. For about a minute, Cuenca pushed open the door of the lounge, with a cheerful smile on his face, and opened his arms and said, "Mr. Ye, I have made you wait for a long time." After that, he gave Ye Fan a bear hug.

"Good morning, General Cuenca." Ye Fan gave a very standard South African greeting greeting in his way, and then asked briskly.

"Good morning." General Cuenca laughed and said, "Dear Guest, let's go have breakfast."

Ye Fan originally thought he was having dinner in the room with pure gold seats just now, but who knew that Cuenca took him directly from the palace passage to the mine. And he had already placed breakfast here.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ye Fan had to smile bitterly in his heart.

Cuenca invited Ye Fan to have breakfast directly on the stones on the mine, but she didn't know what the purpose was.

Eating breakfast on time is a good habit and is conducive to health preservation... But Ye Fan really doesn't think that sitting on the stone on the hillside, facing a table of bread and milk, and the slave-like miners working in the valley under his feet... In this case, what's strange if you can eat?

However, General Cuenca seemed to enjoy it very much. While looking at the two slices of fat sausages on his face, he seemed to be very comfortable looking at the valley beneath his feet, countless slaves worked hard for him.

"Starting today, these slaves will add portions to their daily meals." Cuenca said to Ye Fan proudly while eating: "Look, these guys had a spoonful of beans on their plates in the morning, and they seem to be working much harder now."

Ye Fan smiled helplessly, but he could only praise him with great effort, saying "The general really loves the people as much as his son."

Can it work if you don’t say it? Ye Fan smiled bitterly, but comforted himself. It wasn’t me, Ye Fan, who flattered this fat sausage. If he didn’t, the poor slaves below would not even eat beans. He also talked about this with Li Su last night, but Cuenca had already made concessions today.

Ye Fan picked up a glass of fruit wine and took a sip. Just as he was about to pick up the bread to eat, Cuenca suddenly put away his smile, his eyes enveloped him, looked for a long time, and then sighed.

Huh?

Ye Fan exclaimed in his heart, was he dazzled by himself?

This tyrant and executioner actually showed a genuine and pity-like look in his eyes? Could it be that his character is so great? Just a few words last night could make this guy put down the Tutu knife and become a Buddha immediately?

"Ye...I understand you."

Cuenca's eyes became more and more friendly, but it had a hint of "Everyone is a man, I understand you."

Just as Ye Fan opened his mouth and was confused, he suddenly reached into his arms and took out a small plastic bottle. Then Cuenca waved his hand and asked his left and right to retreat, then handed the plastic bottle to Ye Fan.

"This is the herb of our tribe, which is very effective! Especially when the men's aspect is not good... Well, you just need to use a little bit and apply it on that thing to ensure that you will be lively immediately! This is given to me by the old shaman of our tribe!"

Cuenca glanced at Ye Fan meaningfully, then said to the plastic bottle.

"It's very effective. This is a spiritual medicine in our tribe. There are not many people in the entire tribe who can obtain this medicine." Cuenca seemed to cherish this bottle of spiritual medicine. Judging from his expression, this bottle of spiritual medicine seemed to be more important than his ores.

Seeing the plastic bottle in Cuenca's hand, Ye Fan opened his mouth and immediately became petrified...

What are the most sensitive things men are to?

Isn't it another man, can you say that he is not good at some aspects?

Just when Ye Fan was almost irritated to slap the table, Cuenca's eyes became more amiable. Not only did she stuff the things into Ye Fan's hand, but she also patted the back of his hand comfortably, looking like "Brother, I sympathize with you, understand you", and slowly said: "Last night, I asked the two girls who served you in the bathtub. After asking them, I realized that it seemed that you didn't work in that aspect... Ye, I would like to suggest that if you have any problems, you should treat them quickly!"

Hearing Cuenca's words, Ye Fan could only smile bitterly. How to defend himself? It seems that this name is on his back.

However, he smiled bitterly, but in his heart he scolded the stepmothers of the two women who served him last night. Seeing that they were still alive last night, Ye Fan just kept warm with them very gentlely. After all, the two beauties had never had any experience in this area. Even though they had given some training instructions in advance, Ye Fan did not do his best, otherwise they would have been unable to get up...
Chapter completed!