Jinghua little cook

It was only after seeing the cook herself that Mei Ziyuan came to her senses.

It's not that the world is too pure, but that the little lady has a criminal record.

The door of the tea room closed with a "squeak", and Mr. Qiu stood at the door, hesitating for a while before he was willing to go down the steps.

He had known Mrs. Mei since he was a poor boy. It had been decades, and he had never seen such a shocked expression on this man's face.

Could it be that she didn't expect that the little lady who is so skilled is so young?That makes sense.

but……

Why is the little lady so shocked?

"Old, teacher."

After three years, Lu Xiling stuttered again.

She has seen two people make this mistake in her life, one is Nanny Li and the other is Mei Ziyuan.

In the final analysis, there are no students in the world who are not afraid of the teacher. The stricter the teacher, the heavier the shadow in the student's heart.

And this fear will not disappear with the passage of time, on the contrary, it will increase day by day as Lu Xiling always steals the limelight from this Lord Shangshi.

She swears that she is really not provoking the teacher.

How did she know that there was a patron behind Lan Yuan, and he was also Master Shang Shi, who had beaten her countless times to beat her to the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine!
In the quiet tea room, the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

However, at this moment, there was no such needle in the room, and Lu Xiling could only hear her own heartbeat.

"Teacher, don't come here without any problems." Lu Xiling said with a dry smile.

Mei Ziyuan didn't say a word, just looked at Lu Xiling quietly, the shock and puzzlement in her eyes had already turned into clarity.

No wonder he wondered why a girl with superb cooking skills suddenly appeared in the capital.

No wonder Princess Hezheng has been picky about Shangshi Bureau's food all day recently.

No wonder His Royal Highness Bai Er never dined in the palace.

It turned out that it was all because of Lu Xiling, she didn't return to Shuzhong, and even opened a restaurant in the capital blatantly.

He really deserves to be his good disciple——

"Ugh--"

Mei Ziyuan couldn't help but sigh.

Now, his plan to find his own people to contain Xiankeju has completely failed.

"Teacher, don't be angry, the disciple still wants to eat this bowl of rice."

Lu Xiling was about to cry.

She had already worked very hard to distance herself from the people in the palace, and it was they who insisted on sticking to her.

"You eat your food, what does it have to do with me."

Thinking of this student, Mei Ziyuan had a headache, which made her unable to recite the memorization, but the legends were told one after another.

Not only did he fail to study well, but he also brought down the top students in the Imperial College.

Did he arrange a table for the two of them so that the little sister could study food and drink every day?

He wanted Wu Youran to take care of this poor student!
The result was good, the grades of poor students did not come up, Wu Youran also put down her pen and dropped out of school, waving knives and guns all day long, saying that she was going to set up some kind of women's army.

As for this, every day they say they want to open a restaurant.

Hearing it at the time was, without exception, a joke to all of them.

Who would have thought that after three years, these two people would still be successful.

"Ha ha……"

The weak sobbing was frightened back by the old man's laugh.

Lu Xiling stared blankly at the person in front of her.I don't know whether to kneel down or kneel down.

"Old, teacher?"

"What's the matter."

What Lu Xiling is most afraid of is that he switches emoticons in a second.

He was obviously smiling happily one second, but turned his back on him the next second.

This point, Bai Ye learned from him enough!

"Who said I was happy? I was laughed at by you. You said you," Mei Ziyuan pulled out a teaspoon and wanted to call.

Lu Xiling hurriedly shrank her head.

"Know how to hide." Mei Ziyuan hated iron but said: "If you know how to hide, why don't you hide in Sichuan?"

"There is no money in Sichuan."

"My head is full of copper stink!"

As the former Imperial College Jijiu, he simply couldn't communicate with the students who were full of gold and silver.

but……

Who is better than whom?
How many people's fates were changed by that storm that year.

Outside the Golden Luan Hall, the heavy rain washed away the bloodstain on his forehead, and also washed away the once hot heart.

Looking at Mei Ziyuan sitting silently on the futon, Lu Xiling calmed down a little bit.

Admonishment through the ages - if the teacher is still willing to scold you, it means that you, a child, can still be saved.

Lu Xiling breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled at Mei Ziyuan's gaze.

"I didn't know that the teacher had such a big business outside the palace."

"Industry" is seen in which legend.

Mei Ziyuan was furious.

I told her many years ago not to read those legends written by ordinary people, but she must listen to them. Look at what kind of dirty words are coming out of her mouth now.

Lu Xiling retracted her jaw and nodded obediently.

After taking a sip of the tea soup, Mei Ziyuan felt relieved and said, "Back then, there was an order from the late emperor that anyone with official status was not allowed to do business outside, so-"

Mei Ziyuan raised her head and met a pair of sly eyes.

"Ahem, but the world changed later, the late emperor allowed all officials to do business, but at that time I also changed from offering wine to offering food, so it doesn't matter if I say it or not."

Meizi looked at her condescendingly from afar.

He has answered her question.

Then, next, she should answer him too.

"Does the teacher want to ask me why I want to open a wine shop?"

Mei Ziyuan shook her head.

Regarding business, even Confucius said, "Wealth can be sought after, and even a man with a whip, I will do it." So why did he intervene.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with doing business in the world to benefit the people.

What's really bad is her identity.

As a teacher, he still cares about his students.

"It's not impossible for you to want to start a restaurant business, but your identity can't let you go far."

Mei Ziyuan's words were like a basin of ice water, suddenly pouring Lu Xiling awake.

Since she came out of the palace, all she wanted was to make money by using her good craftsmanship to open a restaurant, but she forgot that if one wants to go high, one must be prepared to be picked up and peeped at any time.

And her identity, at the moment, is really not innocent.

"Backer, you have it." Mei Ziyuan patted herself, and said, "You also have the ability, but if you really want to enter the circle of restaurants, I'm afraid it will not be easy."

"Xiankeju belongs to King Chu, do you know?"

Lu Xiling was in a daze.

In the blink of an eye, he lowered his head again.

"You can eat this bowl of rice if you want. If you want to eat delicious food, I'm afraid the old man will be the first to disagree."

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing one's parents.

King Chu's parents are long gone, so he has only money to go.

What the son said to Bai Ye before is not groundless. According to his years of experience, a person who has nothing is the scariest.

For example, King Dibei back then, or King Chu now.

But in fact, this matter is easy to handle. If Lu Xiling is an ordinary cook, he can use her cooking skills at the state banquet to restrain Xiankeju.

In this way, with his own eyeliner and chef, at least there will be no chance for Xiankeju to poison the food.

And after the state banquet, her wine shop can also be improved to a higher level.

But because her surname is Lu, this matter is changing again.

The most indispensable thing in the court is people with a heart, and those people will use her status to make a fuss.

Lu Xiling kowtowed respectfully and said, "Students, please teach me your teacher."

"I can't talk about enlightenment, I'm no longer the sacrificial wine of the Imperial College, but—" Mei Ziyuan smiled: "There is a sentence that you can go back and ponder over."

"What?"

"It's better to be born with talent than to be born with genius."