Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

After putting on his clothes, Hu Ming simply washed his face and went to the dining table in the yard.

Agui, the nameless eldest daughter, Yuncai, brother, Wu Xie, Fatty and others were already sitting around enjoying lunch.

"woke up."

The younger brother greeted Hu Ming calmly, and then continued to eat quietly.

But Wu Xie and Fatty just waved at Hu Ming.

Both of them had their mouths full of Yao specialty food and were eating so much that they had no energy to say hello to Hu Ming.

At this time, the two of them were fighting against the Changshou Pot Choi specially prepared by Agui's family!

"Damn fat man, eat less, this is a longevity food!"

"You don't know that I have lung problems. I might burp my farts one day. Please tell me to eat more. This is a longevity food. Maybe if I eat it, I will live a long life!"

Wu Xie covered the wooden basin in front of him with both hands and looked at the fat man dissatisfied.

Yao Wang Changsheng Pot Choi is the most characteristic dish of the Yao people.

The whole process of serving the meal was also full of novelty. The two Shayao girls carried a large pot of potted vegetables and served it.

There are three layers of Tai Poon Choi, each layer has nine kinds of dishes, all gathered in one pot, and the taste is very rich.

Of course, the longevity of a dish's name is just a blessing.

We are all adults, so naturally we won’t believe this.

The main thing is that Wu Xieya likes this dish. It tastes really great.

And the reason why Agui prepared such a complicated and rich dish for four people.

Without him, it’s just more money.

"Bah~! Damn it, your third uncle knew that he had lung problems and secretly smoked? Didn't I see you being a fat man?"

"That's Fatty. I'm not afraid of you. You will kill yourself one day. Fatty, I can already see that day."

"Also, Fat Master, I am much older than you, and I need longevity food more than you. Otherwise, when Fat Master gets old and leaves one day, you will still be sad to death?"

"Fat Master, I'm thinking about you!"

He spoke touching words of brotherhood, but Fatty Ya could not help but look at the clouds.

Two idiots...

In response, Hu Ming was speechless and sighed. It’s a shame to be thrown into grandma’s house!

But just by looking at the two of them, you can tell that this dish will taste great.

After taking a sip of the special oil tea to moisten his dry throat, Hu Ming mercilessly slapped their hands away and took a pair of chopsticks.

There are nine dishes on each tier, making a total of three tiers.

Hu Ming took one chopstick each of these twenty-seven dishes, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

I have to say that this complex dish is indeed delicious and has a unique flavor.

…

After eating and drinking, several people slumped on chairs and drank tea in the sunlight.

This meal was so satisfying.

"Bosses, I made an agreement with him yesterday about the guide of the archaeological team you are looking for. He will take you into the mountain today."

"So, while it's still early, we can go find him now?"

After chatting for a while, Agui looked at the time and tentatively asked the four of them.

These four people are big bosses, and they are all extremely generous. Agui is really worried that he will neglect the four of them.

"Then let's go!"

Several people looked at each other and nodded.

Under Agui's guidance, the group of people made many twists and turns and arrived at an extremely remote place in a village.

A more remote place than my brother’s burned down house.

"That old man has an awkward personality, a weird temper, and is not easy to talk to. To the bosses, I told him that you are from the official family. Be smart and don't reveal your secret."

Halfway through, Agui warned kindly.

"Um, Gui, bosses, I'm sorry."

"Dad, he suddenly went into the mountains last night and he hasn't come back yet."

The guide's son opened the door. The son looked at the people apologetically and apologized repeatedly.

Yesterday when Agui came to see his father, he was waiting on him, knowing that this was the case.

At this moment, Dad let go of other people's pigeons, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, bosses. My dad is confused. Two years ago, he suddenly started to act a little abnormal. He would go into the mountains without saying hello from time to time."

"I don't know why I'm going. I don't listen to anyone's advice. I just go as I'm told. I don't care about any important things the next day."

"Look at the shotguns still hanging on the wall. I'm definitely not going hunting. Maybe I can come back later."

The son sheepishly invited a few people into the house and poured tea.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door again outside

"Is Father Panma here?"

Panma is the name of the son's father and guide.

"Why are there still people looking for Dad Panma?"

Aguilar looked at his son in surprise.

Panma's father has a weird personality, especially as he gets older, and people in the village don't like to deal with him.

On weekdays, there are never any guests in Panma's house.

"He's dad's distant nephew. I heard he's a rich man."

The son returned casually and went to welcome the stranger in politely.

This is a middle-aged man with a short build, a fat head and big ears, and a very conspicuous figure that is a little too fat.

The suit and leather shoes were completely inconsistent with his temperament. The skin all over his body was tanned, but he didn't look like he had done any physical work.

"Hey, how far does this eldest nephew come from with this authentic Beijing accent?"

The fat man looked at the visitor up and down, and couldn't help but smile and tease.

Looking at the person coming, Hu Ming frowned slightly.

Why does this person still appear here?

"These guys are also here to see Dad, they are all from the official family--"

The son was introducing the identities of Hu Ming and others to the visitors.

at this time

"Let me ask you, who is your boss? Is it a skinny old man from the United States?"

Hu Ming suddenly interrupted his son's introduction and asked the person coming in a deep voice.