Insufficient balance

  "No, I am a free man, so I don't eat such things, such things......!"

  Little John was stubborn when he got stubborn, and it was unbearable for people to accept.

  That night, they stayed at the Yulin Manor. Zhao Xu, who followed behind Zhao Fu and arrived late in the evening, was received by Wei Zhen into the manor and lodged in the best house within it.

  As for Zhao Fubo, anyway, he had two large cars that could sleep, and he could arrange Shu Yiner and Old Man Martin well. As for himself, he would rather sleep by the fire.

  So they dined in starlight as they had the night before.

  Different from before, today there is a long wooden table and two long wooden benches, which can be considered to have some flavor of civilization.

  The meal was made by Wei Zhen's kitchen, a hand-grabbed rice with a military flavor. It was really unacceptable for Little John, and Shu Yiner was also dissatisfied.

  "Hey, you're such a big man, don't tell me you still pick at your food!"

  Zao Fubo said as he squeezed over beside Little John.

  He is a straightforward person, but not as thoughtful as Shu-yin. Therefore, in his heart, he would rather lose than win. Martin is the teacher, and little John is the brother.

  To tell you the truth, he who has never been a slave before really doesn't know how to put on airs of a master. Even with Mu Ke, he is as warm and intimate as a brother.

  He put his hand on Little John's shoulder, and the latter naturally shifted a bit to avoid giving him an opportunity to get close. Zhao Fubo, who didn't think much of it, used his hand to grab a handful of rice from Little John's plate and stuffed it into his own mouth to savor the flavor.

  "It's not that the food at our home is not good. John, what do you want to eat? If you want to have barbecue, tell me and I'll go buy something for us to grill."

  A glint of light flashed in Little John's blue eyes, and she turned her eyes around, with a hint of pride in her expression.

  "If you would be so kind, that would be best. I need a small piece of beef cooked to six minutes' doneness, and some... bread, butter... I also need a set of knife and fork, if there is one..."

  Martin, who had been preparing to interpret for Little John, widened his eyes in astonishment. He couldn't believe that this Western little slave, who was just released this morning, would make so many demands by tonight.

  Inexplicably, he smacked his lips and continued to translate for Zhao Fubo.

  "He... he needs..."

  The more he spoke, the wider Zhao Fubo's eyes grew, and as his eyes grew wider, his mouth also opened wider. Finally, when he heard about the knife and fork, he turned to Little John with a surprised expression and asked a question.

  "What's wrong, do you Westerners always eat so troublesome? I see here...here...I'm afraid only knives and forks are probably still manageable! Do you guys just use this to eat? No wonder you can't beat the Saracens!"

  As everyone followed his gaze, they found that Zhao Fubo's eyes had actually fallen on a weapon rack. And there were many knives of different sizes and lengths on it, especially a three-pronged fork called "Tuo Tian Cha".

  "Hmm..."

  Old Martin was the first to laugh, and he doubled over on the table. Shu Yu's mouthful of fruit burst out, and she covered her mouth with her hand, her body shaking like a willow branch in the wind.

  Even Muker, a man who never told jokes, had his facial muscles twitching like a convulsion.

  Wei Zhen then laughed and stopped drinking wine, stopped eating rice, only leaning on his own arm, constantly using his fist to "thud thud" against the table.

  Little John looked at everyone with a strange expression without Martin's translation, but when his gaze followed Zhao Fubo's gaze and looked over, he couldn't help but cry and complain incessantly.

  "What's all this? Only you savages eat with your hands, and what's the use of these two sticks?! Knives and forks... all they know is how to wield swords!"

  Little John looked at Zhao Fubo's gaze with full disdain, he couldn't understand how a guy who didn't even know what a knife and fork were could learn such good marksmanship. Not only did he fight against six Mamluk cavalrymen, but he also won the battle.

  In the end, Little John couldn't help but burst out laughing too.

  It's just that when he smiles, he actually covers his mouth with his hand, and except for those who like men, others will probably feel a chill down their spine.

  Zhao Fubo looked at everyone with an innocent face, he still didn't understand what they were laughing about.

  He looked around at everyone's expressions and guessed that there must be something about him that was making everyone laugh.

  Subconsciously touched his face with his hand to see if there were any rice grains on it. He then lowered his head to look at his own body, wondering if any part of his clothes had torn again and exposed his skin.

  After inquiring to no avail, Zhao Fubo looked up again with a puzzled expression.

  "Hahaha..."

  Old man Martin had just lifted his head from the table, and was again caught by him in a daze on Zhao Fu's face. He couldn't help but laugh and lean back, who knew that this laughter would play a trick on him, and his wheelchair would turn over.

  "Haha......"

  Laughter is a contagious thing, and at once everyone in the whole of Yuelin Manor, lit up by the bonfire, burst out laughing.

  The groom stopped brushing the horse and looked up with a smile, even the expressionless guards had a hint of a smile in their eyes at this moment.

  Zhao Xu, who was staying in the best house in Yulin Village, opened the door with a puzzled expression.

  From the open door of the house, some maidservants of the Zhao family could be seen inside, also dressed in the same coiled-waist style.

  They each exposed a small belly, with all sorts of shiny decorations hanging on their bodies. However, their faces were veiled with a charming light gauze, covering up their youthful and beautiful features.

  It was that "water snake waist" that could only twist her waist in a certain angle near the house, showing off her slender and delicate body, but it could no longer attract Zhao Xu's eyes and body.

  Zhao Xu listened carefully to the laughter carried by the wind that had already cooled down, feeling the flames that lit up half of the sky, and for some reason, a hint of jealousy was added to his heart.

  But in an instant, he seemed to have thought of something again, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "Be happy and laugh... tomorrow..."

  Tomorrow... what will happen tomorrow? Forget it, on this night filled with laughter, probably no one will think about what will happen tomorrow.

  Finally understanding the situation, Zhao Fubo really appreciated the food that Little John had brought back, which he found acceptable.

  A small piece of well-cooked beef, although there was nothing else, but he managed to get the most important thing for Little John - a set of knives and forks.

  He tossed a pocket containing a set of silverware, including knives, forks and spoons, into Little John's hands.

  "This is something I got from the outside merchant group. I heard they plan to melt it down and use it to exchange for porcelain with the Song people, so it's not worth much money!"

  Although Zhao Fubo said this thing is worthless, Little John apparently knows his stuff.

  Just by looking at those shiny silver tableware, it's clear that they must be private possessions of knights from either the UK or France.

  "This... this is too precious!"

  For some reason, Little John spoke with a more feminine tone at this time. Even when he accepted the tableware under Zhao Fubo's request, his face actually turned red.

  On the cheeks that have been carefully washed, as white as ivory, there are some beautiful blushes. Of course, if he is a girl, this blush is normal.

  It was precisely because of his reaction that Shu Yiner, sitting on the other side of the bonfire, slightly raised an eyebrow and subconsciously pulled her long cloak tighter around her, as if she had already felt the chill of the night.

  She then gently stroked her own closed eyes, as if scolding them for being disobedient.

  "Hum, he's so good to a man, what's the point? If I didn't know him well, I'd think he was that kind of person!"

  Obviously, she was quite disdainful of that kind of person. A pair of clever eyes with hidden resentment, just across the swaying flames, followed the figure of Zhao Fubo who was ignorant and unaware.

  His hand gently stroked the long hair, while his mouth muttered curses under his breath.

  "Hum, stinky eyes, bad eyes, dead eyes......!"

  The cat lying on her lap meowed incessantly with a resentful tone.

  Fortunately, Zhao Fubo took good care of the people around him. After sending the knife and fork to Little John, he arranged for the depressed Martin teacher to sleep, and then returned to the bonfire again.

  What he said next roughly explained why Shu Yu'er would put all her heart into his family.

  Holding a torch in hand, he lit up the bonfire and made everyone around feel warm on this cold night.

  She leaned against Shu Yu'er with her elbow and spoke in a low voice.

  "It's great that I'm having so much fun this time out, but it's a pity it's too short. In two days, I'll be back home and won't be able to have such a carefree life!"

  Originally because of waiting for a long time, he also wanted to turn over in his heart a melancholy towards the Shu Yiner in front of him who was blinking and firing.

  When we get back home, even if we sit close together, we can't say anything bold for fear of being overheard.

  "Who says it isn't? These past few days I've been feeling quite carefree too..."

  As he said this, a pair of bright eyes turned towards Zhao Fubo, only to see him looking back at himself.

  A cold night wind blew from behind Shu Yu'er, a few strands of her hair fluttered lightly in the wind, and some fragrance also stirred up some colors on Zhao Fu's face that he had never had before.

  His gaze had some warmth in it now, and even made Shu Yu'er stretch out her hand with a mix of joy and trepidation.

  "Ah...... you......"

  Shu Yu'er, who was usually bold and capable, didn't even dare to confront Zhao Fu at this moment. Her tense body had not a single ounce of strength left, and she couldn't even muster the energy to push away the hand he extended towards her.

  She had no choice but to lower her eyelids and blush, completely looking like a maiden waiting to be picked.

  What she did not expect was that Zhao Fubo merely brushed off the sand brought by the night wind from her shoulders.

  "Hey, you're really stupid!"

  Disheartened Shu Yu'er vented her anger on Miao Miao in her arms, while Zhao Fu Bo added another sentence beside her.

  "I say Yu Niang, you and this little cat have such a deep grudge?"