Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 838 It's Too Bad! (1)
There are more than a dozen dishes on the table, including chicken, duck and fish, especially the roasted chicken drumsticks with fragrant and golden skin. This is the housekeeping skill of an imperial chef in the imperial dining room. It is said that his ancestors made a fortune selling roast chicken.

Wan Qi Yuling doesn't like meat, and the imperial chef has always been annoyed that he can't be reused. Tonight, the emperor ordered him to cook roast chicken by name. He feels that his future is bright.

"Girl, the biggest advantage of marrying Boy Ling is that you can live comfortably, haha."

Abbot Wukong, as if he hadn’t eaten more than a dozen meals, picked up a chopstick of vegetarian fried shrimp, and hurriedly picked up a roasted chicken leg, and praised while eating, "Well, the roasted chicken in the palace is the most authentic, the taste of a few years ago ah."

Mo Yan made a fist with her hand, put it to her mouth and coughed lightly a few times to cover up her embarrassment. Abbot Wukong is the master of Wanqi Yuling, and she respected her very much in her heart, but seeing the baby face in front of her, she called her a girl baby , there is always a sense of weirdness.

On the other hand, Wanqi Yuling didn't show any expression, presumably she had already gotten used to the title.

He leaned on the back of the chair, holding a cup of tea in one hand, silent and relaxed.

"Grandmaster."

Mo Yan couldn't pronounce the words "Abbot Wukong". The abbot of the Great Compassion Temple in front of him had a baby face and a wig on his face. He looked at most fourteen or fifteen years old.

"You don't need to be so polite, girl, you can call me Master Ling together with Boy Ling."

Abbot Wukong’s food was inelegant. He gnawed the meat off the chicken bone and licked his fingers. He almost burst into tears. It’s been a long time since he ate an authentic roasted chicken leg!
The chicken is tender and firm, and the chicken skin is crispy and delicious. This is by no means the taste that domestic chickens can achieve. It must be a prairie green bird chicken that grows in the mountains and eats green grass when hungry, and eats grasshoppers when you are hungry!
"No."

Wan Teng Yuling sternly refused. It was a coincidence that he was apprenticed to a teacher back then. Although the master looked sloppy and was a foodie, he was superb in martial arts, and he didn't dislike it. If his wife was called the master, wouldn't it be taken advantage of?

"Disobedient, disobedient!"

Abbot Wukong sighed twice, busy eating the leftover roast chicken, and said nothing more.

About half an hour later, the cups and plates on the table were messed up, and Abbot Wukong finally burped.

With this amount of food, except for Fat Ya, other people can't compare with it.

"Old man, when did you return to Beijing?"

The master and apprentice haven't seen each other for a long time, and there is always a lot to say. Abbot Wukong is a good teacher and helpful friend, and he is also one of the few people Wanqi Yuling values.

At the enthronement ceremony on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month last year, Master did not show up, leaving only a letter.

"Not long, almost half a month."

Abbot Wukong crossed his legs, stuck the cut fruit with a toothpick, and said casually, "Boy Ling, you also have a little thought, I heard that the food street in Kyoto originated from a food festival in the palace. Huanxin, tsk tsk, I really didn't see it as a teacher!"

Love, born love!

Who would have thought of so many tricks, delicious food and prostitution, he could hear the people talking eagerly in a small remote corner.

The husband and wife have only been married for a little more than three years, four children, this speed, tsk tsk, three boys and one girl, what a blessing!
Abbot Wukong is very jealous. He wanted to grab one and take it back to teach. Beibei and Yuyu are too young.

"After coming back for more than half a month, I have eaten all the stalls in the gourmet street. Not to mention, they can really create unique and exotic flavors."

Abbot Wukong praised the food street eloquently. Without leaving home, you can eat food from all over Da Viet and even Da Wu, barbarians and other places, benefiting the people.

"80 years of aging in the palace."

Wan Teng Yuling's voice was very soft, but she spoke in such a way that Abbot Wukong was elated.

As a monk whose lifelong wish is to return to secular life and marry a wife, Wukong's exercises cannot be too close to women, and he can only focus on food and wine.

"Good boy, you have a conscience!"

Compared with before, Ouchi guards are one or two levels higher.

In the past, Wukong was able to come and go freely in the palace, but this time he planned to sneak into the imperial dining room to steal some food, but he ran into a trap on the way, which attracted the attention of the Ouchi guards and was chased and killed as an assassin.

"Boy Ling, do you really not consider letting Ming Xi be taught as your teacher?"

In recent years, Abbot Wukong has traveled all over the world. Although he is accompanied by delicious food and wine, sometimes in the dead of night, he feels extremely empty.

Perhaps this is the case for people in their old age, even though their appearance has not changed, their hearts are already riddled with holes.

Mo Yan covered her face, the uncle's master is really amazing, to be able to say such a literary sentence, in modern times, he might be a graceful poet.

"There is no discussion about apprenticeship, but teaching can be considered."

Wan Tu Yuling had a cold face. Anyone who knew him knew that he was extremely upset at the moment. It was absolutely impossible for father and son to be brothers.

Besides, he has learned all the master's skills, so he can personally teach Mingche and Mingxi. It would be great if the master took over, and the time saved would be spent on accompanying his wife.

"Thinking beautiful."

Doing hard work without any status is better than wandering the rivers and lakes alone. Abbot Wukong touched his bare chin and suddenly realized that he had forgotten to stick a fake beard.

"Chicken legs are enough."

Wan Qi Yuling threw out the bait, and then silently waited for the master to make a decision. This is the unique way of communication between the master and the apprentice.

The night is quiet, and there is a bright light every few meters outside the window. The guards were stimulated by the sudden appearance of the man in black, and they dare not take it lightly. If the person who broke into the palace is not an acquaintance, but another expert, the person who came is not good, and there will be bad luck tonight Less, we must strengthen our vigilance.

Abbot Wukong touched his round belly, burped, picked up the toothpick stuck in the fruit to pick his teeth, looked at the layout of the hall, and pretended not to hear Wanqi Yuling's words.

I eat chicken drumsticks roasted by Yuchu once every few years, so I get excited. If I eat it every day, I will get bored.

Who does Boy Ling think he is?Can the dignified abbot of the Great Compassion Temple be bought with a few chicken legs?

Chicken legs alone are not enough, how many people want to see him, and are willing to spend a lot of money for it, his worth is definitely not lower than the popular oiran of the brothel!

Bah bah, what kind of metaphor is this!
Abbot Wukong was choked by himself, his face was red, and Mo Yan was twisting his handkerchief on the opposite side. Today she finally met the legendary eminent monk, why is it a little different from what she thought?

"Ming Xi was taken away by the teacher, and the guards in the palace are barely considered half-baked bags, so it's not safe at all."

For nearly half a month, Abbot Wukong was walking in his own backyard. If he hadn't touched the mechanism tonight, he would not have been discovered by the guards.

In Dayue and even in the world, there are no more than five people who are more powerful than Abbot Wukong in martial arts, and most of these people live in seclusion, and they are not willing to be lackeys and spies, and do assassination activities.

(End of this chapter)