"... Ah, what can you do?" An Jing took Fu Qiyuan's words.

"I...I have an idea..." Jiang Shan followed An Jing's words.

The two of them looked at each other at the same time, and separated in a very tacit understanding.

"I have a plan, but I need a lot of help. Most importantly, I need Shang Fang's sword!"

Jiang Shan's words firmly attracted the attention of Fu Qiyuan and An Jing, and the expressions on their faces became serious.

"With Fatty's current body shape, how much does it take to lose weight successfully? Losing ten catties is also weight loss, and losing twenty catties is also weight loss. Does the imperial decree say it? No! If I help Fatty lose ten or twenty catties, What will be the consequences? If the eldest princess is happy, she may give me 80 taels of yellow catty, everyone is happy!"

"What if the Eldest Princess wants me to continue to help the fat man lose weight? If I fail to meet their expectations, what will happen? Will the Eldest Princess get upset and pull me out again?"

"Is it so easy to help a fat man lose weight? It's not easy to think about it with your toes. Who can seal his mouth when he wants to eat? Who dares to hold him when he doesn't want to move?" Take a step? So it's not that others don't want to help him lose weight, but they dare not help him lose weight!"

"Fatty is yelling and killing all day long, and I dare not help him! It's not impossible for me to help him lose weight. First of all, the first condition is to listen to me! I have absolute power to arrange for him to eat What to drink, what time to sleep, how much exercise to do in a day, if he can unconditionally follow my plan, I can promise to help him lose weight!"

An Jing's forehead twitched suddenly when he heard Jiang Shan mouthing each fat man.

But I have to say that the feasibility of this plan is very high and it is worth a try!
"Then, here comes the problem!" Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows, tapped his index finger on the table, his face as flawless as white jade was flying with a dazzling look.

Fu Qiyuan stared at her intently, and his heart beat faster in an instant.

"Can he accept my conditions? Even if he accepts due to the situation, what if he regrets it in the future? I am a peasant girl from a small family, can I fight against the royal relatives and relatives? He crushed me and the whole family to death." What's the difference between an ant?"

"He doesn't dare! Even if he is a nobleman, I won't let him hurt you at all!" Fu Qiyuan said lightly with his thin lips.

Jiang Shan glanced at him, "I'm assuming this!"

"In order to prevent Fatty Rong from going back on his word, and to protect my life, I need the Shangfang Sword! As for how to get this Shangfang Sword, we can talk to Fatty Rong!"

Together, the three of them made a preliminary decision on this plan.

Rong Yue finished eating a plate of prawns with great enjoyment, feeling quite unsatisfied.

This shrimp meat is really good, the taste is sweet and chewy, and it is absolutely delicious when dipped in that sauce!
There are only a few prawns in such a big plate, no matter how carefully and slowly he tastes it, he will finish it by the time.

There was also a plate of crushed cucumbers on the table, and a glass of sweet and sour water. He didn't like vegetarian dishes, so he drank the glass of water.

After drinking the water, I still felt my stomach was empty, so I reluctantly took a bite of cucumber.

Well, it's sour, crunchy, and has a strange smell.

Take a bite, take another bite, take another bite.

When Jiang Shan and the others opened the door again and came in, Pai Cucumber had already been eaten.

Several waiters came in with trays, and placed the dishes on the table one by one. There were four servings of each dish, and one serving was placed in each of the four directions.

When Rong Yue saw it, she smiled happily and narrowed her eyes.

"What are these? Tell me quickly!"

The three sat down, and Jiang Shan pointed to the plate in front of him and said, "My lord, we treat you to western food tonight. This is steak, this is borscht, this is yam scones, this plate is salad, this is Fruit tea. You have already eaten a plate of sashimi, so there is no yam scone in your western meal."

Rong Yue was stunned, and asked in disbelief: "Isn't that for me? That's all I have?"

Shouldn't it be a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet + [-] north-south flavors + clean up the dust + warm hospitality?
Jiang Shan waved his index finger, and said solemnly: "Young Master Rong, you must know that we are entertaining you at the risk of losing your head! If it were someone else, wouldn't you be crying and looking for death? Don't these dishes taste better than green cabbage?"

Rong Yue rolled her eyes dully, and questioned: "There are so few, I can't get enough to eat!"

"It can be full! Let's make a bet, if you eat these things, I guarantee that you won't be hungry all night, and you will lose at least a catty tomorrow morning!"

Rong Yue's eyes lit up, "I will lose a pound tomorrow morning? Are you serious?"

"It can't be more true! As long as you can do what I say, and promise me a small request."

Rong Yue swallowed her saliva, her eyeballs stuck to the grilled steak and couldn't move, "You say what you say, I'll listen to you!"

Jiang Shan tilted his head and signaled Fu Qiyuan to come on.

Fu Qiyuan tapped the knocker, forcibly retracted Rong Yue's gaze, and said, "My lord, you should know that this matter is extremely difficult. Every bite of food you eat here is like a knife hanging on the top of the mountain." Life-threatening knife, if Shan'er can make you lose a pound tomorrow after eating this meal, will you be able to go back to Jiangling smoothly?"

Rong Yue instantly felt that the steak on the dinner plate was not tasty, and he lowered his face in displeasure, and said, "What do you mean? You want to drive this son away?"

"How dare!" Fu Qiyuan laughed.

Jiang Shan also laughed, and the gunpowder smell of the smile sprayed out: "Why, Rong Shizi still wants to eat here forever? Eat until the Holy One cuts off my head? It doesn't matter to me if you lose weight successfully. If you can't lose weight, you will kill me What's the point of this? Otherwise, if you do something good, you will cut me off now?"

Rong Yue's face became even uglier, but the coldness in her eyes disappeared, "I don't mean that... I don't want to leave, I don't want to go back so soon! You let me stay for a few more days, as long as I don't lose weight Go on, no one will do anything to you!"

Fortunately, just know how to advance and retreat.

Jiang Shan tilted his head towards Fu Qiyuan again.

An Jing was so angry when he saw Jiang Shan's action, he really wanted to throw the plate!

If you have a good heart, who will you show it to?

Fu Qiyuan cleared his throat again, and started discussing with Rong Shizi.

"It's not impossible for the son to stay for a few more days. We also want to do our best to show the son a taste of the customs and customs of Yuzhou. How about this, if the son wants to stay, we have to agree on a few agreements. Here in Shan'er, You have to listen to Shan'er!"

When Rong Yue heard that there was hope of staying, she hurriedly said happily: "Say what you say, I'll listen!"

Jiang Shan kept it a secret, "Let's eat first, let's talk slowly after eating."

(Author's note: In the next chapter, let's talk about a wave of love and sprinkle some candy on your mouth. Let me know if you like candy)

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