C892 Men Don't Shed Tears
Of course, a group of young men who aren't even half their age can't compare to just their figures after stripping all their clothes, and that place that they don't usually see but everyone cares about.
The color, size, thickness, and the richness of their fur would be calculated by a hair's breadth.
As expected, Lin Yuhan became the target of surprise again. Lin Yuhan felt helpless about this and walked into the lake in front of everyone's eyes.
Faang Nie, on the other hand, paled in comparison, and was ridiculed by everyone.
Regarding this, Faang Nie was also "enraged," and "angered to the extreme," chasing after everyone and beating them up. Everyone immediately ran away.
Thus, a strange scene appeared. A naked man chased after dozens of naked men and jumped out of the lake. Then, there was a commotion. He splashed water and threw people away. In the beginning, the spearheads were all aimed at the people who mocked Faang Nie. Then, for some unknown reason, they turned to attack Faang Nie. It was bustling with activity, and they were crazily making noise. They really were no different from a few years old child!
After such a commotion, everyone finally entered the lake. "Let's make dumplings. " This metaphor was truly appropriate. There were hundreds of people. They were all naked, and they were as white as dumplings. It was just as Faang Nie had said. Don't look at how all of them were suntanned. Their faces had also been blown into old tree bark, but their bodies. . . They were still like ordinary people. After all, most of them were only in their twenties. It was the best age. In this way, the "dividing line" on his neck was extremely obvious. Only after seeing it would one know that a person's face and body color could be so much different!
Although he had been exposed to the sun for half a day, to be honest, the water in the lake was still bone-piercingly cold. When he had just entered the lake, because he had walked a few miles, he did not feel hot sweat all over his body. This time, the more he soaked, the colder it became.
"Young Master Lin. " Suddenly, he heard Faang Nie shout from behind him. Lin Yuhan immediately turned his head.
"Huala!" Faang Nie raised a handful of water and threw it at Lin Yuhan's face. With Faang Nie taking the lead, more than a dozen people turned to Lin Yuhan. In a moment, Lin Yuhan became the target of everyone. Lin Yuhan also fought back, but he was outnumbered. Before long, he was splashed like a chicken.
Everyone was still unwilling to give up. All of them swam to Lin Yuhan. Lin Yuhan naturally fled, but his surroundings were blocked. In the end, he had no choice but to be captured alive by the crowd. After that, all of them threw Lin Yuhan down a few more times in the lake.
No one would have thought that Lin Yuhan would have such a miserable day. He was so childish! As for everyone else, even now. . . They still could not believe it. They did not expect that the legendary "Devil Standing and Killing Devil" who did not care about human relations would have such a good temper. His martial arts was so high, but. . . Despite being tormented by the crowd, he did not use his inner energy at all. Furthermore, there was not the slightest bit of anger on his face.
Of course, the most important thing was that this was only the second day after Lin Yuhan came to the army. He was clearly the second young master of Sword Sect, and he had such a great reputation in the world. However, he did not put on any airs and did not feel any sense of urgency at all. When he got along with everyone, it was as if he had been in the army for many years.
Especially after Lin Yuhan was "thrown" away, it was as if a ferocious beast in his heart was suddenly released, and he started to stir up trouble with the crowd.
Just like that, everyone knew that the sun was about to set, and they were all exhausted. Only then did they walk out of the lake one by one and wipe their bodies. There were only a few dozen pieces of cloth. After you used up all the water, he would wring it dry before using it. He wouldn't give it to you and me. After drying them, they quickly put on their clothes, tidied up the group, and walked back. They were still talking and laughing along the way.
When he arrived at the army, the night had just fallen, and there was still light in the horizon, but the sun had already disappeared without a trace. The Flamehead Army had already rolled the dumplings and chopped the filling. They were going to wrap the dumplings together.
It was still bustling with noise and excitement, not to mention. . . These rough men were quite skillful. The dumplings that were made were indeed like that. Moreover, each of them was really big, and the dumplings were stuffed bigger than the last. In other words, the dumplings in the army. . . They had to look like soldiers in the army. They had to look like generals.
Nine out of ten men in the martial arts world knew how to cook. However, eight out of nine cooked very badly. Lin Yuhan, on the other hand, was one of the eight ordinary men. Although the food tasted awful, Lin Yuhan's dumplings. . . They were wrapped nicely. After all, everyone in the Central Plains would make dumplings together on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Lin Yuhan's method of wrapping dumplings was taught by Princess Changping. It was the most ordinary method. And this time, Lin Yuhan had truly opened his eyes. In the past, he had never thought that there would be so many ways to make dumplings. There were really all kinds of strange ways to make dumplings, some of which were in the shape of willow leaves. Some were in the shape of crescent moons, some were in the shape of a triangle, and some were in the shape of a small lock. Clam shapes, waves, after all, they came from all over the world.
There were a few people in particular. The Flamehead Army even specially rolled some square dumpling skins for them. And the dumplings they made looked like. . . They really looked like gold ingots. After Lin Yuhan saw them, he casually said that these dumplings were simple and pretty. However, he didn't say a word. The rest of the people couldn't accept it. They immediately told Lin Yuhan that they weren't dumplings. They said that the wontons in their hometown were only so wrapped. As for those few people, they were also unwilling to give up. In the end, the crowd debated for a long time whether it was the wontons or dumplings.
As the saying goes, "Everyone picks up firewood to burn. " One could imagine the speed at which one thousand people made dumplings together. After the sun set, they started to make dumplings. When they were done, there was still a faint light in the horizon.
Once the dumplings were wrapped, it would be the last step, to make the dumplings. This was also the simplest step. The water in the big pot had long been boiled. In an instant, there were several baskets of dumplings. After all the dumplings had been steamed, he ordered a few times of water. After boiling, the dumplings would be ready. It had only been three to four minutes.
Previously, Lin Yuhan had thought that tonight would be like yesterday. Each of them would eat dumplings and drink wine, and it would be lively and lively.
However, the reality was completely different from what Lin Yuhan had imagined. After wrapping the dumplings, everyone's emotions seemed to suddenly drop from the sky to the ground.
Almost no one spoke. Even when they spoke, they were extremely quiet. Just like that, they carried a large bowl of dumplings. Some returned to the tent, some returned to the training grounds. There were also some that sat on the grass outside the camp.
As they ate, each and every one of them could not help but shed tears. They did not make a sound. . . And they did not know if it was. Because they had thought of something! It was difficult to conceal the confusion in their eyes, but there was also a sense of determination in them.
After they finished eating, they returned to their respective tents. They went to sleep, but perhaps there were still people crying and shedding tears, but no one knew!