To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 282 1. Let's sit down together and share the joy of this hot pot?

He leaned closer to smell it, then examined it carefully. His eyes widened instantly, and he lowered his voice, a little alarmed, and asked:

"Teacher! This...this is beef?"

"The laws of the Qin Dynasty clearly stipulate that the unauthorized slaughter of oxen is strictly prohibited! This is a capital offense!"

Fusu broke out in a cold sweat and nervously swallowed.

"Teacher, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to openly slaughter and eat cattle here?"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan showed no remorse whatsoever. Instead, he shook his head righteously and solemnly, saying:

"Hey! Fusu, you've misunderstood! What do you mean by 'unauthorized slaughter'?"

"We have an official slaughter permit, stamped by the government, for the slaughter of this cow!"

Looking at Fusu's completely bewildered expression!

Zhang Fan, without batting an eye, began to spout nonsense:

"This little yellow calf has a very pitiful history! A couple of days ago, the little cow in the next village that it secretly loved was unfortunately forced to be bred by a strong bull! After learning the truth, the little yellow calf was heartbroken, lost its appetite, and eventually died of depression!"

"It died of illness! So, we're legally eating meat; we're acting on behalf of Heaven to prevent its corpse from being left to rot in the wilderness!"

Upon hearing this!

The entire main hall was silent.

Fusu stared wide-eyed, his head buzzing. He had studied the classics for so many years and knew the laws of Qin by heart, yet he still couldn't figure out what kind of death it was to "die in despair because a heifer was bred"!

Mo Feng, who was standing to the side, also twitched his lips wildly as he listened.

Luo Ying, who was standing to the side holding a plate, bit her lip hard, trying to suppress her laughter so hard that her whole body was trembling violently, and she almost couldn't hold the plate steady.

"Cough cough..."

Mo Feng coughed twice, quickly changing the subject. He scratched the back of his head, looking at the large, churning iron pot in the middle with a puzzled expression, and asked:

"Master, why don't we cook our meals in the kitchen and bring them up? Why do we have to cook them in a pot inside? It's such a hassle!"

Zhang Fan rolled his eyes at him, picked up his chopsticks, and started dipping a piece of tripe in the pot.

"What do you know! This thing is called hot pot!"

"The essence of hot pot lies in cooking and eating simultaneously, scooping out the ingredients as they're cooked—that's true culinary delight!"

"Come on, come on, grab your chopsticks! Taste this tender beef!"

Encouraged by Zhang Fan, Fu Su and Mo Feng couldn't suppress their curiosity either. They followed Zhang Fan's example, picked up slices of meat, dipped them in the boiling spicy soup, coated them with sauce, and put them in their mouths.

next second!

Their eyes lit up at the same time!

The rich aroma of meat mixed with the savory broth explodes on the taste buds, creating an exhilarating sensation that makes you sweat profusely – it's simply irresistible!

"Whoosh... It's so hot! But it tastes delicious!"

Mo Feng frantically stuffed meat into his mouth while giving a thumbs-up and mumbling his approval.

Fusu, sweating profusely and completely disregarding his appearance, repeatedly praised the food, saying:

"Wonderful! This way of eating is truly exceptional! It dispels cold and dampness, leaving one feeling completely comfortable!"

"only……"

Fusu exhaled, smacked his lips, and said with lingering satisfaction, "Such exquisite delicacies, if paired with a couple of sips of fine wine, that would be true pleasure!"

"That makes sense! Luo Li, go to the wine cellar and fetch a jar of our own brewed yellow wine!" Zhang Fan waved his hand.

however!

Before Luo Li could even turn around to get it...

In the darkness outside the door, a voice, clear and cool yet with a hint of allure, suddenly drifted out:

"Here comes the wine..."

Hearing that voice that's so familiar it's ingrained in my very being!

Zhang Fan, who was holding a piece of fatty beef and about to put it in his mouth, suddenly felt as if he had been electrocuted. He jumped up from his chair and stared intently at the dark entrance outside the courtyard!

Mo Feng was eating with his mouth full of red oil, and he was spitting out spicy food.

Upon hearing the sound, he instinctively looked up and followed the gaze toward the door.

in the night.

A woman dressed in a red dress, with stunning beauty and a graceful figure, stood quietly outside the threshold of the main hall.

A night breeze blew by, causing her red dress to sway gently, outlining her breathtakingly beautiful curves.

Mo Feng was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to swallow the half-chewed beef in his mouth.

He blinked blankly, then mumbled something indistinctly:

"Miss, we don't buy alcohol..."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Mo Feng suddenly realized what was happening, instantly gripping the hilt of his sword with alertness, and frowned as he shouted:

"Wait! There are so many guards outside, how did you get in?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's heart was pounding so loudly that he could hear it himself!

He stared intently at the stunningly beautiful face outside the door, a face so familiar it was almost invisible, and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him!

What the hell!

Zhang Fan roared inwardly, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat!

Mi Yueyao! You crazy woman, are you out of your mind?

Don't you know who's sitting in this room? That's Prince Fusu of the Great Qin! He's here on Emperor Zheng's orders to arrest you, a remnant of the Chu Kingdom!

Why did you have to come now of all times? Are you trying to kill us already?

Zhang Fan felt a chill run down his spine, his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he couldn't utter a single word.

However, faced with Mo Feng's questioning and Zhang Fan's murderous gaze, he...

Mi Yueyao, standing outside the door, acted as if nothing had happened.

She leaned languidly against the red lacquered wooden door frame, her slender waist tilting slightly, and a breathtaking smile appeared on her exquisite face.

Those alluring peach blossom eyes curved slightly, like a pool of autumn water, staring intently at Zhang Fan, who was frozen in place.

Then, she slowly lifted the two jars of Daughter's Red wine she was carrying, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice, though cool, carried a deadly allure:

"What's wrong?"

"Young Master Zhang, is this how you react when you see an old friend?"

"Could it be... that you don't welcome me?"

The moment the phrase "Young Master Zhang" was uttered!

Zhang Fan felt his blood pressure soar, and he wished he could rush up and shut her up!

Just as Zhang Fan's brain was racing, desperately trying to figure out how to get rid of this plague god.

Fusu, who was standing to the side, had already come to his senses.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the red oil from the corner of his mouth.

Fusu glanced at Zhang Fan, whose expression was extremely strange, then at Mi Yueyao outside the door, and a kind smile appeared on his face. He then spoke:

"Mo Feng, don't be rude! Put down your sword!"

"Since this young lady is an old friend of the teacher, and has specially brought fine wine to visit at night, they must have a very close relationship."

As he spoke, Fusu generously gestured with his hand:

"Teacher, it's better to meet by chance than by invitation. Since our friend is here, why not invite him in and sit down with us to enjoy this delicious hot pot?"

"I……"

Upon hearing Fusu's words, Zhang Fan felt a deep sense of despair, and his mind went blank.