agricultural doctor

Chapter 997
It's almost summer, and the weather is very stuffy. I went to the herbal medicine hall for a day's consultation, and hurried back by horse-drawn carriage. I was covered in stinky sweat at night.

After separating from Xiao Suhe, Yeran went to the main house, and she was going to call Manager Zhou to prepare hot water for her and Xiaoyue'er to take a bath.

As soon as she turned out of the flower path, Yin Tian and Taoist Xuancheng turned out from behind the flower stand.

"Have you heard all?"

Yin Tian instructed Taoist Priest Xuancheng: "If you want to find out who is behind the scenes, Huaxing Temple should not startle you. You have a deep personal relationship with the abbot of Huaxing Temple. You have not visited Huaxing Temple since you came to Daze Lake?"

Now, the sun is about to set.

Later, the sauced duck is braised in the dining room.

The bald donkey in Huaxing Temple eats vegetarian food and doesn't see any fishy meat. When he visits him, he must drink clear soup with little water.

Taoist Xuancheng was reluctant to go to Huaxing Temple for this meal.

But helpless, this doting wife is too much.

He cared even more about what the princess cared about.

Meeting his cold eyes, Taoist Master Xuancheng resigned himself to his fate, with an aggrieved expression on his face: "My lord, I want to leave a sauced duck for the old Taoist."

Only the students of Lingyun Kingdom thought that the insane Taoist calligraphy must be a master of Taoism who cultivated his mind and nature.

But they didn't know that the calligrapher they admired was actually a greedy old Taoist priest.

The corner of Yin Tian's mouth twitched, he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

"Should we keep the sauced duck?"

The old Taoist muttered unwillingly, flashed to the wall, and disappeared into the garden.

As night fell, it was time to eat, and everyone gathered to serve the table, except for Taoist Xuancheng.

Today, the back kitchen made the old Taoist's favorite sauce duck.

Why are you missing?

Ye Ran asked Zhou Guanshi strangely: "Where is Taoist Xuancheng?"

"I went to Huaxing Temple to find the abbot to make tea and discuss the Tao."

Before steward Zhou could speak, Yin Tian picked up a chopstick dish for her: "Try this fried pork with green peppers. The green peppers Bai Lian brought back from Zecheng, and the pork is also stir-fried with steward Zhou asking the chef to choose the best pork neck." of."

When Yin Tian said this, he glanced at Chuntao who was sitting beside Xiao Suhe from the corner of his eye, and sure enough, she saw a strange expression on her face, as if she was a little nervous.

However, Yeran was attracted by the fried pork with chopsticks.

The pork neck is the most tender, fat and tender. In the past, Qixiang Pavilion in the capital used to fry pork neck with the freshest green peppers at this time of year. This small stir-fried pork is the most famous and goes well with rice.

Yeran mixed rice with meat, and took a big mouthful of rice in satisfaction.

Seeing that someone asked Bai Lian to bring back green peppers from Zecheng in order to let her eat well, Yeran finally was willing to talk to him in a friendly manner.

"It turns out that the abbot and Taoist Xuancheng are old friends? It's a pity that the old Taoist priest has no good food. This little fried pork is much more delicious than sauced duck."

"Who said that the old man has no good luck?"

Before Ye Ran could finish speaking, Taoist Xuancheng swept in like a gust of wind, picked up the chopsticks on the table, put a piece of fried meat in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"The pork neck is fat and thin, and the green peppers are fresh and tender. After one bite, the slight spicy taste swayed on the tip of the tongue. Fortunately, the old man came back on time, otherwise he would not have such a good taste."

Yeran's mouth twitched violently with his greedy look: "Master Taoist, have you come back from the abbot to make tea and talk about Taoism?"

"No matter what kind of Taoism, I didn't even take a sip of tea."

The old Taoist Xuancheng took a mouthful of rice, gritted his teeth and said, "That bald donkey, Daoyun, said that he was in retreat, and called the little monk to drive him out."

(End of this chapter)