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Chapter 277 Korean wine must be good
Han Zhenge barely resisted: "I, I'm not a cult! I really am not, I don't know anything!"

Sheng Minglin nodded.

Han Zhenge breathed a sigh of relief before he began to tell.

Sheng Minglin listened carefully and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Why does it sound like Mrs. Liao treats him differently from others?
Not only the words, but also the placement are very different. So, is it possible that Han Zhenge is his biological child?
But, it’s impossible, right?

No matter what, it is impossible to leave your biological child in someone else's home and let the servants know what will happen to them. There is no way to control it.

Sheng Minglin secretly laughed at himself for thinking too much, while still listening quietly.

Until he finished speaking, Sheng Minglin was silent for a long time.

Han Zhenge looked at him for a moment, and Sheng Minglin finally said: "I believe what you said, and I believe you don't know."

Han Zhenge's eyes lit up, and Sheng Minglin continued: "But you should also understand the court's attitude towards cults. It is impossible for the emperor to change the ban imposed by the great ancestor, and no court would allow such a cult to be outside. Even the activities, this is completely treason! Naturally, one would rather kill the person who conspired against him than let him go... Moreover, you also read the sea arrest documents and what the lady did. She is not innocent. She deserves to be punished, and everyone she has implicated will inevitably die even if they have done nothing..."

"Can you understand what I mean? No one knows what is going on in people's hearts, and no one can guarantee it. So we can only deal with it according to the camp. The cult, braving the world's disdain, just from the standpoint of two words, He deserves it.”

Han Zhenge nodded blankly.

He wasn't good at it, but he was smart enough to understand what he meant.

Sheng Minglin continued: "But Zhuzhu likes you, and I am willing to give you a chance for Zhuzhu."

He leaned slightly closer, gentle and solemn: "This is your only, last chance. You can continue to make pastry, but I will put two people beside you, for surveillance and protection, but you can do whatever you want at ordinary times." , can you understand?"

Han Zhenge nodded heavily, with tears in his eyes and tears of gratitude: "I understand, I understand! Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Majesty! I will definitely not join a cult!"

Sheng Minglin stood up, sighed, and said gently: "Your path has never been about fighting for power. Any skill that reaches its peak is remarkable. Maybe a thousand years later, we will all be dead, and only your skills will still be in the hands of future generations. It is still on the feasts of future generations, and even in the collections of museums.”

He patted him on the shoulder, "So, there's no need to belittle yourself."

Han Zhenge looked up at him, murmuring something he wanted to say, but couldn't, so he only bowed deeply.

Sheng Minglin came out.

Huo Chenzhao stood far away in the shadows. He was worried about what might happen and kept listening quietly.

Although he was not in the house, hearing was sometimes better than seeing. Just from the sound of Han Zhenge's breathing, he knew that the force of Sheng Minglin's words was definitely enough.

Sheng Minglin selected two people from the Honghu Guards who had already entered the inner breath and asked them to temporarily work as small assistant cooks with Han Zhenge. He also ordered the housekeeper to prepare a separate small pastry kitchen for Han Zhenge tomorrow before returning. He said to Qin Jiangbai: "Brother Jiang Bai, right now, the person who called you has arrested the horse steward. The reason is that someone saw him releasing several homing pigeons."

Qin Jiangbai agreed with a smile and went out to give orders.

This reason is very common sense, and of course they will doubt it, but even if they doubt it, there is no evidence.

No matter how many nails they put in Prince Duan's Mansion, they have to pull out one first. Don't you believe that Manager Ma is so tight-lipped?There is always something to be learned from a trial.

The next day, it was Sheng Minglin who sent Zhuzhu to school.

As August approaches, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the garden are blooming, and the fragrance is everywhere.

Huo Chenzhao picked a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus and put some into Zhuzhu's sachet. He gave some to Sheng Minglin and kept some for himself to put in his purse.

Tuanzi held a few flowers in the palm of her hand, put them on her face and smelled them: "It smells so good! It smells so good, Zhuzhu wants to eat the flower cake!"

Sheng Minglin smiled and hummed.

The two brothers both smiled as they watched the little dumpling running and jumping around their feet.

It's actually pretty good once I get used to it in school. I run and jump every day, and my health is good and my food tastes good.

Huo Chenzhao whispered to him: "On August [-]th, I want to go back." Sheng Minglin looked up at him and gestured to Zhuzhu with his eyes. Huo Chenzhao smiled and said: "I asked the prince if it was possible for you to go back that day. Enter the palace. If you can enter the palace, then Zhuzhu will be asleep when you come back, and it will be okay if I go back. If you don't enter the palace, then I will come back for dinner at night and wait for Zhuzhu to sleep before going back. My master may be coming. "

Sheng Minglin nodded.

As a result, Tuanzi heard it and ran back: "What are you talking about? Zhuzhu needs to listen too!"

Sheng Minglin smiled and said: "I'm talking about August [-]th, which is the Reunion Festival. Everyone is with their families, admiring the moon, appreciating laurels, eating grapes, and eating moon cakes."

Tuanzi immediately thought: "Where is Si Guo Guo? Is Si Guo Guo back?"

Sheng Minglin paused for a moment: "I don't know, he should be able to come back, right? If not, Zhuzhu can write him a letter and send mooncakes."

Tuanzi said oh and started to think about it by himself.

After returning home in the afternoon, Tuanzi called a bunch of people over.

Han Zhenge also came. Before he even entered the door, he heard the angry sound of dumplings: "Hanjiu will definitely be good!"

Han Zhenge perked up and walked quickly inside. Lychee smiled and said, "Master, Han Jiujiu is here."

Before Han Zhenge finished his salute, Zhuzhu had already jumped down, grabbed his sleeve, pulled him to the table, and said to them: "Han Jiujiu will definitely do it!"

Those few people laughed.

Tuanzi explained to him: "Zhuzhu wants to have a few little people on the mooncake! The little people hold hands and want to stand and be happy, but they say it's not easy!"

Master Zhou laughed along and explained: "You can't make glutinous rice noodles like this. You need to use other noodles. It will taste a bit hard and not very delicious."

The kitchen steward also said: "Besides, this needs to be made into a mold."

The butler quickly said: "This kind of mold is difficult to carve. The head and hands painted by His Highness are bigger than the legs. Do we need to carve two layers of molds? It is difficult to remove the mold, and it probably won't look good when made."

Tuanzi looked at Han Zhenge expectantly with his big eyes.

Han Zhenge didn't hesitate at all and said: "Okay."

Then he thought about it and said, "Let me draw a picture and make an ordinary mold."

He just drew hastily.

It's like the mooncake mold is a circle, leaving a dent in the middle, and then pinch out a small handle with a base, and put it directly on it. If the dough is not flexible enough, you can use sugar or oil, and it will melt as soon as it is baked in the stove. The dough man becomes a little candy man, which is crispy or sweet and delicious. You can also add eyes and a smiling mouth.

This kind of mold is easy to make, and I made it in the evening.

Han Zhenge tried making it, and when it was served in the evening, the whole family stared at it.

I made three types, one is the little people sitting and holding hands, the other is leaning out like petals, it looks like a three-dimensional flower and like a little person, and the other is standing and holding hands.

Several adults had complicated expressions. They thought it was quite strange. The cakes were no longer cakes, and there was simply no place to eat them.

But Zhuzhu was pleasantly surprised when she saw it. She dragged the plate in front of her and pointed: "Introduce Zhuzhu! Introduce Guoguo! Introduce daddy and mother!"

Princess Duan immediately waved her hand and smiled very kindly: "No, no, you can play, I... well, my mother is an adult, so I won't play around in circles with you."

"Oh!" Tuanzi didn't notice his mother's disdain for the villain at all, and said: "Then, introduce the bead-shaped, the guo-pot, the [-]-pot pot, the [-]-pot pot, the beautiful pot-pot, the star-shaped pot-pot, Qin Guoguo...who can I tell you? Oh, it's Korean wine! I've got a Korean wine handle too!"

Sheng Minglin: "..."

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Ah, I'm sorry it's so late. Let's update two chapters first. I'll make it up tomorrow.

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