088 private banquet

"Dad, we don't know either!" Huang Yebo said innocently that the person in front of him was their father Huang Ye Wuqiu, a serious old man.

"Dad, did the patriarch ask you to come here? What did he tell you?" Huang Yejiao frowned and asked in a low voice.

Huang Ye Wuqiu also frowned, "Yes, he specially asked me to come here to accompany an important person."

"Important people?" Huang Yejiao looked at the ghost who was looking up and Beckman with a smile on his face. Suddenly, he figured out something. He turned his head to Huang Ye Wuqiu and Huang Yebo and said, "Let's talk less later and see what the patriarch means first..."

The father and son made up their minds and walked to the ghost again. After a brief introduction, the ghost called Huang Ye Wuqiu uncle, and Beckman only nodded to say hello.

Everyone went to the second floor together, and only these six people sat in front of the huge table. Huang Yejiao and his son secretly winked at each other. Last time, the Jeso king asked the representatives of the four departments to accompany him, but this time there were only the patriarch and the three fathers and sons.

"This is pearl snow chicken. The meat is delicate and fragrant, which was very difficult to catch, but we caught a few live chickens and raised them. Now we don't have to wait until the first snow if we want to eat them." Huang Yeliang introduced a fat chicken brought by the servant with a smile. This dish has been regarded as a cherished delicacy in the northern country, because if the pearl snow chicken misses the first snow, it can only be caught until the next year when they fly out of the mountains.

The yellow leaf measure the sky like a hotel clerk and introduced its second dish, "This is spicy roast yak lips. These peppers are wild Chaotian peppers, and this beef lips have just been cut within two hours..." The number of wild Chaotian peppers is already rare, and it will take several months to store up the amount of this plate, and one The yak only has one cow lip, and it takes at least a dozen yaks to make this dish with two thin cow lips! This is an unbearable luxury for a small family.

The servant brought another plate of black ball-shaped items, which looked like burnt balls. Huang Ye introduced it proudly: "This is fried dragonfish scales! The dragonfish caught the swimming sturgeon and strayed into the Tianshui River. However, this guy is not only vigorous, but also very greasy. However, our Huangye's cook used his ancestral skills to marinate its scales into soft scales, and then fried them in the oil pan to become the dragon scale balls. We are the only one in the whole northern country. If the Huangye family can make it, even the king of the Jeso clan can only come to our Huangye family if he wants to eat dragon scale balls..."

Listening to Huang Yeliangtian's introduction of this incredible dish, in addition to a little curiosity, the ghost wants to taste it immediately, but the patriarch of the Huangye family is like a slippery merchant, constantly introducing the dishes but refusing to eat. As a guest, it is naturally difficult to start first, so the ghost listens and listens. It's boring.

"It may be time for the little mole to wake up. I'll pick him up and have some good food..." A Gui stood up as he said and wanted to leave the seat.

Huang Yeliangtian obviously didn't expect the guests to be so impatient. You should know that each of these dishes has their own unique features. Even Jeso's king had to listen to the introduction of all the dishes before he was willing to taste them. The little mercenary in front of him did not seem to be interested in these, and he also spent half a day drooling.

"Haha, you don't have to go, I'll send someone to go..." For someone's face, Huang Ye was also lazy to argue with the ghost. He laughed and was no longer wordy.

"Oh, don't bother the patriarch. I'll let Abo come!" Huang Yejiao wink at Huang Ye, and the clever boy immediately went downstairs with a smile.

When the little cibit was brought up by the yellow leaf, twelve delicacies had been placed on the big table, which was the level of the reception king!

"Brother, the clan has begun to spread rumors that a big man is beingyan by the patriarch..." Huang Yebo whispered to Huang Yejiao.

Yellow Leaf horn seemed to have a hunch. He quietly glanced at Huang Yeliangtian, who was talking to Agui and Beckman, with a clear smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, everyone is here. Let's try it together..."

As soon as the words of Huangyequantian fell, the ghost had already waved the fork and started. When Beckman also began to taste the delicious food, Huangyeliangtian stretched the fork to the delicious food on the table. Huangyejiao father and son waited until Huangyeliangtian ate the first bite of the dish before picking up the fork...

The concept of hierarchy has always been silently observed by everyone, and only Agui, a stunned young man, cares about everything...

Huang Ye's private dishes are worthy of being a delicacy. A ghost killed more than half of a table of wine dishes alone. For the ghosts who are used to eating fruits and green vegetables, this has praised the level of this table of wine and dishes from practical action.

After the servants skillfully cleaned up the table and sent some dried tea and fruits, everyone finally sat at the table and began to chat.

"Where is Mr. Bei from?" Huang Yeliang asked casually with the tea.

"I'm from Rica." Beckman felt a little funny. The patriarch knew who he was from the beginning, but this guy insisted on taking such a big circle. Beckman was not a wild beast. Why did everyone stay away from him? The ghost boy didn't care about Beckman at all. He shouted at once, which was not false at all.

"Oh, I don't know if Mr. Bay's full name is Vitas Beckman?" The tea in Huang Yeliangtian's hand slowly rippled. Even the patriarch of the Huangye family couldn't help trembling a little.

"Ha ha, I'm Vitas!" Beckman readily admitted.

"Hey, you really don't know Mount Tai!" Huangyeliangtian pushed away the chair, bowed to Beckman, and said sincerely, "The contemporary patriarch of the Huangye family, Huangyeliangtian has met Lord Vitas!"

Huang Ye Wuqiu quickly stood up with his two sons and saluted Beckman. Who is Lord Vitas? Among the five million people in Lebanon, there are only three martial arts saints, and the wasteland ice wind is called Zhenyuan martial arts saint. Obviously, he is a strong man of the cold system, but he left the cold belt to live alone in the land of flesh and blood for the stability of the Lebanese people, so the mountain people of Lebanon respect him very much.

Huang Yejiao and Huang Ye Bo never thought that the person who had just drank with him was the famous Wu Sheng. They were so frightened that they couldn't wait to kowtow to the other party immediately to admit their mistake.

"Ok, I didn't intend to hide my identity," Beckman smiled and looked at Huang Ye to measure the sky and asked, "You already know who I am. Why didn't you ask until now?"

"Where have I seen the demeanor of an adult? Just now, a brother who occasionally met you said that you may be the wilderness ice wind, but how dare I ask? Ha ha, I also dare to ask by drinking." Huang Ye Liangtian was a little embarrassed and quickly picked up tea to apologize: "Please forgive me..."

"I'm just hanging around with my friends," Beckman picked up the teacup and took a sip, which was a pardon for Huang Ye.

After Huangyeliangtian and others sat down, Huangyeliangtian asked enthusiastically, "I don't know where the adult is going. Our Huangye family can send some soldiers to follow you!"

"Ha, no," Beckman shook his head and said, "The ghost brother wants to go back to Glen, so I'll see him off on the way."

"Ha ha, I think adults are also afraid of trouble, so," Huang Yeliang pointed to the Huang Yejiao brothers and said, "A Jiao has just become a golden shuttle hunter, and he still lacks some training. This time I will send you out and learn something from Lord Vitas."

"Yes!" Huang Yejiao agrees 100% of this decision, and it is an honor to follow a martial saint, even as a servant.

Huang Yejiao and Agui are friends. Besides, they will arrive in Yunling in a few days. Beckman is not too persistent about Huang Ye's decision to measure the sky.

After the banquet ended, the Huangyejiao brothers immediately went to pack up their things. It wasn't long before the two brothers left Huangye's house with Agui and Beckman on the long-haired horses in the clan.