Harvey York’s Rise to Power Chapter 7089

Harvey York’s Rise to Power Chapter 7089, read free english novels. The Supreme Harvey York full story.

Chapter 7089 – Open your mouth like that

“After making all preparations, Zhou Yu stood on the mountain and looked at the Cao army encampment south of the Yangtze River. 

He felt confident of victory. At this moment, a gust of wind passed by and a corner of the military flag hit Zhou Yu’s face. 

Zhou Yu suddenly remembered: Cao Cao’s ship is in Jiangbei, and his own ship South of the Yangtze River, it is winter and there is only northwest wind, if you use fire to attack, you will not be able to burn Cao Cao, but they it will burn itself.”

“Zhou Yu fell ill, and no medicine could cure him. 

All the soldiers were very anxious. At this time, Zhuge Liang, Liu Bei’s military advisor, came to visit Zhou Yu. Zhuge Liang said to Zhou Yu, ‘I have a prescription that can cure your illness.’”

“If you want to destroy Duke Cao, you must attack with fire; everything is ready, and you only need the east wind.”

“When this word came out, the east wind blew, and Duke Cao was destroyed.”

“And this east wind formed the basic pattern of dividing the world into three parts at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.”

After listening to Harvey York’s words, Dao Wujue made a “tsk” sound and said: “Although it is just an ordinary classic story, but recently, not many young people can read it patiently.”

“Representative York was able to explain this allusion so deeply, enough to show that there is a universe in his heart!”

Harvey York shook his head and said: “That’s just reading some empty books, that’s not worthy of the Lord of the city’s praise.”

Seeing Harvey York’s humility, Dao Wujue appreciated him even more. While steaming the glutinous rice chicken, he said softly, “I don’t know who you want to be Representative York in this Chibi battle?”

After thinking for a moment, Harvey York said softly: “Even though Cao

Cao is strong, he is too arrogant, and his defeat is already determined.”

“Even though Zhuge Liang defined the world with a single word, he still needed to rely on Zhou Yu’s momentum to achieve success. There seem to be hills and valleys in his heart, but he is actually dancing on the edge of a knife.”

“As for Zhou Yu’s battle in Chibi, although he did not show mountains and rivers, but without him, there would be no Three Kingdoms.”

“The world loves Zhuge Kongming who borrows the wind.”

 “If I have to choose, I want to be Zhou Yu who can take the initiative to choose actively.”

“Since your own path, it’s better to choose yourself.”

“I don’t like to give my life to other people.”

Dao Wujue nodded and said, “That makes sense, it’s like steamed buns.”

“You have to make your own noodles, and you have to split the firewood yourself.”

“Only by being independent can you steam a pot of steamed buns and stuff yourself.”

“As for taste, it’s a matter of consideration after you’re full.”

“And Zhuge Kongming’s east wind is actually how to make delicious steamed buns, right?”

While talking, Dao Wujue took out a few more pieces of wood and threw them into the earthen kiln.

I don’t know if Dao Wujue did it on purpose, at this time there seemed to be a burnt smell coming from the steamer.

But Dao Wujue didn’t mind, he took out a steamed bun from inside and ate it deliciously.

Seeing this scene, Harvey York showed a meaningful smile on his face.

He was not stupid, so he could naturally see the meaning of Dao Wujue. It seemed that they were talking about a pot of steamed buns, but in fact they were talking about the situation in Jiecheng.

At this time, Jiecheng looked like morning tea.

If you want to eat deliciously and be full, and want to make your morning tea perfect, that’s not something that can be determined by one person.

All parties need to be well coordinated to get the perfect morning tea.

“By the way, if you were in charge of breakfast on your behalf today, how would you make this delicious morning tea?”

Dao Wujue swallowed the dry steamed bread, and said with interest.

  “Me?”

Harvey York smiled when he heard this.

“I’m not a cook, at most I’m a foodie.” 

“What qualifications do I have to speak like this?”