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"Young Master Jin, this is your lunch for today."

Deacon Tao took off the food box on the roof, opened it and gave it to Bao Ye.

Deacon Tao forced a smile and said: "Master wants you to choose one of the food."

"If you choose the fake one, the people from Wind and Moon Pavilion, prosody hall and slave farms can all enjoy a sumptuous meal."

Bao Ye did not quite believe him: "Really?"

"Really."

Bao Ye looked at the feces in his food and muttered, "I'm probably the first person in history to focus so much on observing feces."

Then he noticed that one of the stools smelled bad, and the other smelled of cream.

Bao Ye immediately pointed to the creamy and fragrant feces: "This is fake."

Deacon Tao asked: "Are you sure?"

"Very sure and sure, that's it."

Deacon Tao smiled and looked towards the end of the road.

Bao Ye followed his gaze and looked over. Dozens of Truck slowly drove over, and stopped right outside the main entrance of Wind and Moon Pavilion.

They opened the back of the other carts, took out a big pot, shovels and a pile of food, and placed them on the roadside, then began to cook on the spot.

This series of actions immediately caught the attention of the Wind and Moon Pavilion and the rest of the prosody hall. The slaves ran to the edge of the iron net and drooled on the chopping board outside.

Deacon Tao opened the door and said, "Young Master Jin, please get in."

"I haven't eaten yet." When Bao Ye saw that the chefs were godlike with their knife skills, he couldn't help but gulp down his saliva.

"Young Master Jin, your big meal is already on the carriage."

Bao Ye looked inside the carriage, and saw that Dong Lingce was sitting inside.

He got into the car unhappily: "Grandpa Dongling, how are you going to deal with me this time?"

Dong Lingce smirked: "How do you know that it's a fake? Aren't you afraid that I'll make you guess wrong by buttering real shit? "

"I knew you would think this way to be sure that the creamy ones are fake. Heh, I really had a hard time finding someone to make you a fake cake stool to play with me." Bao Ye looked at the rich dishes on the table and raised his eyebrows: "These are all for me to eat?"

"Of course." Dong Lingce made an inviting gesture: "Eat whatever you want."

Bao Ye, who had been scammed so many times, did not believe him. "Did you not poison the dishes or add any other 'seasonings'?"

Dong Lingce laughed and picked up his chopsticks: "If you don't trust me, I'll show you."

He casually picked up a piece of beef and placed it in his mouth before gracefully chewing on it.

Bao Ye finally relaxed his heart and started to eat.

Dong Lingce put down his chopsticks and leaned against the back of the chair, observing him. Although his eating style was not very elegant, it was not like the other slaves who ate rudely or gobbled down food. It was also not like the slaves outside whose eyes lit up when they saw food or became curious about food that they had never seen before.

"I think your diagnosis for the slaves is pretty good. Do you really know medicine?"

Bao Ye looked at him and lied, "In the years that I was sent to the Human Body Research Institute, I secretly learned medicine from a researcher."

Actually, his adoptive father spent all his savings to send him to study his medical skills. He said that there weren't many people who were doctors in this world, and it would be easier for him to find a job once he mastered it.

He himself was very interested in medicine, and he also wanted to nurture his adoptive father's body after learning medicine, so he followed an old doctor to practice medicine.

Dong Lingce gave a meaningful Oh, obviously not believing what he had just said.

Bao Ye didn't care whether he believed her or not, he just focused on eating.

Seeing that he was ignoring her, Dong Lingce frowned unhappily, after that, he thought of something and smirked: "Listen, what is that sound?"

Bao Ye stopped eating, and a female moan sounded out: "Un … "Ahh!"

The other party's voice sounded a little rough, as if it was made from making love, but if one listened carefully, it didn't sound like it.

He frowned as he looked at Dong Lingce: "What are you trying to do now?"

"Just guess what the sound is and you can continue to eat, including them." Dong Lingce looked at the slaves outside the carriage who were waiting for food.

Bao Ye knew that this master's boredom disease was acting up again, and directly said: "Women's moans when making love."

Dong Lingce laughed out loud: "What a vulgar guess, but sadly, you guessed wrong."

Bao Ye rolled his eyes and raised his hand to pick up the dishes. However, the food seemed to be covered by a barrier and he was unable to pick up the dishes with his chopsticks.

"You guessed right, I'll give it to you to eat." Dong Lingce curled her lips: "Listen again. What is that sound?"

The female voice sounded once again in Bao Ye's ears, but this time, it was much softer, and it had a hint of patience, "This time, it must be a woman's moan that comes out when she's making love."

Dong Lingce laughed again, and after a long while, said: "Wrong, this is the sound of a woman squatting at the top."

"Oh ~ ~" Bao Ye put down his chopsticks, stroked his forehead and said: "Grandpa Dongling, can you still let people eat properly?"

Dong Lingce crossed his legs. "Last time, if I don't guess correctly, the food outside the carriage will be taken away."

Immediately after, a flirtatious female voice sounded out once again in Bao Ye's ears: "I still think that this is a woman's moan when making love."

Dong Lingce laughed without saying a word.

Bao Ye knew that he guessed right. He quickly grabbed the chopsticks and finished eating before this master's boring illness could break out.

After he had eaten his fill, he wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "Master, you should also guess what sound we are going to hear next."

Hearing that, Dong Lingce became interested: "Alright."

"Pah —" Bao Ye only said one word: "What do you think is this sound?"

Dong Lingce frowned: "Just one word?"

Dong Lingce thought for a while. "The sound of something falling?"

"No, listen to it again." Bao Ye raised his head and laughed, "Pa, pa ~ ~"

Dong Lingce frowned: "Applause?"

"Not really." Bao Ye's smile grew wider. "Pa pa pa pa pa — —"

Dong Lingce squinted his eyes, he felt that his smile was a little evil, and thought to himself: "It's the sound of a clank."

Bao Ye laughed, "Grandpa Dongling, who exactly are the two of us?"

Dong Lingce frowned: "Then what do you think it is?"

Bao Ye stopped laughing, "The first slap, is when I wanted to slap you."

Dong Lingce, "..."

"The second two slaps, it's the sound of me wanting to slap you twice, the third six slaps …" Bao Ye laughed: "It's the sound of me wanting to slap you."

When Dong Lingce heard this, he did not get angry, but instead laughed, "You're quite bold, to actually want to slap Master. However, you're also very timid, and only dare to think about doing it."

"I only want to do it now, but it might not happen in the future. Thank you for the hospitality, master. I will go back first." Bao Ye threw a tissue that was just a bit off of his mouth towards him, and disappeared right in front of Dong Lingce's eyes.

Dong Lingce slapped away the tissue, looked at the seat that Bao Ye had sat on, laughed out loud and then disappeared from the car.