Is it considered to be a gift to the imperial envoy to imitate ancient rituals to give the imperial envoy a sufficient face? This Lord Fang must have had a little more affection for the Han family. He invited Zhen'er later and explained in detail that the tax case had nothing to do with the Fu family, and he also vaguely revealed that the Han family expressed his affection to the imperial envoy, which was a perfect merit. "At the moment he was proud, a dispute suddenly came from Han Zhu's ears.

"Huh? Why do you have a chicken wing on your plate?"

"Sir, this is for us to eat. It's normal to have chicken wings."

"No, why don't I have a chicken head on my plate?

"Sir, the chicken head is the owner expressing respect to the distinguished guests. You are the imperial envoy, and of course the chicken head belongs to you.

"No, I want to eat chicken wings, don't eat chicken heads"

"Sir, where can I get you chicken wings?"

"Isn't that the one on your food plate? Give it to me! I'll give you the chicken head, and you chew it,"

"Sir, are you still unreasonable?"

"Hurry up, I'll grab it if I don't give it to me.

"Sir, please respect yourself."

"Stop talking nonsense! I ordered you to hand over the chicken wings!"

In the joyful music of Xiaosheng, silk and bamboo, the dispute over chicken wings became louder and louder, which seemed particularly harsh. The expressions and movements of the maki with charming smiles began to stiffen. The joyful and peaceful atmosphere was swept away, and in the front hall, the dispute became louder and louder, making people feel ashamed.

"Hey, I'm saying you're right? Isn't it just a piece of chicken wings, why don't you give it to me? You won't eat it anyway,"

"No! This is related to my personality! You must have thought of Sisi secretly. With this, I will throw my chicken wings and never give it to you!"

"Nonsense! My chicken wings have nothing to do with Sisi. You are the one who insults me.

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The front hall was covered in black thread and cold sweat flowed down Han Zhu's forehead, one drop, two drops, three or four drops,

This Lord Fang is really unpredictable. What was he thinking in his mind? When he was so elegant, he actually competed with someone for chicken wings.

Han Zhu felt a little painful again
Chapter completed!