Jinghua little cook

Bai Ye and Song Zhuoyu stepped into the servant's mansion one after the other.

The promenade was winding, and the two chatted about the tributes of various countries while walking.

"Your Majesty's name is not right now, I'm afraid the surrounding small countries are just about to move."

"It's just a small country of Quer, if you don't accept it, beat them until they accept it."

Of course Bai Ye was joking.

Governing a big country is like cooking a small dish. The oil, salt, sauce and vinegar must be just right, neither too much nor too little.

You can win or lose on the battlefield, but what about the way to govern the country?

He could hear Song Zhuoyu's subtext better than anyone else.

Bai Ye said: "The selection of officials will start soon, and the land equalization order proposed by Ah Wu is also being drafted. By then, the old will be destroyed and the new will be established. In a peaceful and prosperous age, the emperor will go to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen."

Song Zhuoyu nodded: "Your Majesty is politically lenient and cares about people's lives. He should have gone to Dongyue to become a Buddhist monk earlier. In this way, the throne will be more convincing to the world and foreign countries, so that the former princes will not be self-conscious and try to seize the throne. Don't let this matter go, "

"Ok?"

After a pause, before Song Zhuoyu entered the main courtyard, he heard the sound of soup in the room.

A while ago, when she was playing polo, she was caught in the wind and cold, and she couldn't eat for several days, and her humming every night made people feel distressed.

It happened that this woman suddenly became sensible when she was old, so she insisted on moving him to the study for fear of disturbing him to rest at night.

He left, who brought her tea and water at night?

Song Zhuoyu has been in distress for a few days.

Even at the court meeting, he thought that he would ask the chef to cook for the bride today.

"Strange, what kind of tofu is this? You don't even need to chew it, it just slipped into your throat!"

"Bring me another bowl of radish soup! Appetizer!"

"I didn't expect the proprietress to cook fish well, and vegetarian dishes are so delicious!"

Song Zhuoyu and Bai Ye came in one after the other, seeing the ruddy complexion of the beautiful woman on the bed, they couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

Mrs. Song's brows and eyes were stretched, with a smile on her lips, she was so focused on the food, why did she pay attention to the two people at the door?
It was Song Hezhi who got up first, saluted Bai Ye, and coughed twice, which caught Mrs. Song's attention.

However, Bai Ye's attention was all on the familiar three dishes and one soup on the small dining table.

Seeing that Mrs. Song was about to get up and salute, she forgot to help her.

"Zhuo Jing is inconvenient, please forgive me, Your Highness."

He also started to visit his aunt, so there is no reason for his aunt to salute.

Bai Ye came back to his senses, waved his hand, quickly turned over his negligence, and asked about his condition.

Mrs. Song nodded without saluting, and beckoned Bai Ye to sit over.

A little distance away, the aroma of food still burrows into the nose like a demon, as if the whole room is full of tempting aroma.

Mrs. Song first talked about her illness, then praised her good son, and scolded her husband who didn't take her seriously.

Finally, finally mentioned the food.

"Your Highness, is it time to have dinner? My son invited the cook today, and the dishes are delicious. Do you want to try it, Your Highness?"

Does he still have to try?

Some time ago, he ate almost every day.

In the past few years, it was even more inseparable.

Song Zhuoyu laughed after hearing this: "Your Highness eats delicacies from mountains and seas every day, how could you fall in love with your light dishes?"

"This is no ordinary side dish!" Mrs. Song said, holding her arms, "It's much more delicious than the food cooked by our cook!"

"Still talking..." Mrs. Song snorted, "I asked you to inquire about the Vegetarian Master of Fa'en Temple, but I haven't found out until now!"

"It's not a banquet held in court, how can you ask my husband to find out about it, the private chef of Fa'en Temple?"

"Auntie is talking about the meal that monks eat on the Buddha Bathing Festival?" Bai Ye asked.

Madam Song nodded.

She stayed in the temple for a few days and had the opportunity to have lunch with the monks.

That table of Vegetarian Food will never be forgotten in this life!
"Mother is talking nonsense again." Song Hezhi said mercilessly, "You forgot all those dishes when you were eating just now!"

Mrs. Song raised Tiger Mother's hand.

Several people laughed.

It was rare for Bai Ye to curl his lips quietly, and even his tone was clear and cold.

"There's nowhere to find it after you've broken through the iron shoes, can't my aunt's good tongue taste the taste of this dish?"

"Your Highness is saying?"

Mrs. Song looked at Song Hezhi in surprise, and the tiger's palm fell steadily.

Song Hezhi let out an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss"s, dodged two steps while covering his shoulders.

"Look at what I said! I just said that this taste seems familiar!"

The distinct facial lines are hidden in the dark.

Bai Ye smiled apologetically: Actually, it's more than just a familiar taste.

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When Lu Xiling said goodbye, the carriage of Yongwang's Mansion had just left the Shilang's Mansion.

Song Zhuoyu specifically asked Lu Xiling to wait, he did not forget his wife's order, so he turned around and ordered the servant to go to the backyard to bring a bouquet of flowers.

"The peonies were raised by my wife. They were not raised well. They didn't catch up with the flowering period and bloom together. This is just right. Take the unbloomed flower buds back and plant them in a water tank. After a few days, there will be a lingering fragrance in the room."

Is this a small bargain?
Luckily, Lu Xiling thanked Minister Song happily.

Be careful all the way, just want to go back to the flowers and make the two children at home happy.

Unexpectedly, on the way, I ran into a Zhike monk from Fa'en Temple, and said that the abbot of his family liked it very much, so Lu Xiling had no choice but to give a handful to the temple, thinking silently: It is a gift of borrowing flowers to present Buddha.

As for what wish to make with the Buddha?

Bean Sprout thought for a while and said, "Let's get rich!"

Lu Xiling shook her head: "Impractical."

"It's all said to be a wish, what more is there to do?!"

Bean Sprout squinted his eyes and said, "Didn't you always say that it's easy to be poor and humble, but hard to be rich? If my Buddha wants to test me, I should be rich and honorable, such as counting money until I'm soft, or asking me to do it within a day." Have to spend thousands of taels of silver? If I don’t spend it, I will be punished!”

Among the romantic children of aristocratic families, not to mention the rich, even the poor, there are many who spend a lot of money to win the smile of a beautiful woman. Thousands of taels of silver are nothing.

Lu Xi sneered and joked: "It looks like we are poor, and we don't dare to think too much if we want to spend money!"

"Spend a lot of money? A smile from a Bomei?" Bean Sprout's brain was wide open, and he said whatever he thought: "It seems that the Second Highness is really innocent with you, and he didn't give you ten thousand taels of gold just to make you smile."

Lu Xiling: "..."

What can she complain about?
When this man saw her today, it was as if he had seen a ghost. He got in the car and left without even turning his eyes to her.

Could it be that there are subordinates here?Want to break up with her in a hurry?

Or, this person's eyes are so small now, he still remembers the nonsense about her Yezui Princess Mansion.

Lu Xiling patted her forehead.

I can't recall what she said that night.

"Forget it, it's useless to think about it. Why do you suffer for yourself? It's better to think of something useful."

"What is useful?"

"Of course Dragon Boat Festival dumplings!"

It's fine if only one person in the shop is confused, but what if two people are so confused?
Liang Chen drifted past, and shook his head helplessly: Is it too late to get off the thief ship now?
Liang Chen: To become stronger and bigger. The big pie that my boss drew for me in those years.

Bai Ye: I want to eat pancakes but I can't.