food color and fragrance

Chapter 322 Hypocrisy
The process of stretching the noodles alone made Chen Jinwu break out in a cold sweat.

Originally, I watched Mrs. Zhong stretch out the noodles so easily, but in my hands, they were crooked and scattered, not to mention broken, they were almost turned into flour paste!

Fanyin watched him fail again and again, his small face was already the color of bitter eggplant from exhaustion, and he also felt that he was going too far?

Originally, she wanted to retaliate against their domineering behavior, but seeing that Chen Jinwu was so serious that he wanted to make a bowl of noodles to honor the emperor, she felt that this child was more filial and pleasing to the throne. Your thoughts may not be as strong as you think.

How old is the child, even if he has the heart to fight for the position, it is taught by the elders, right?

Fanyin muttered in his heart, seeing Chen Jinwu's failure again, he couldn't bear it.

"You don't have to make it as exquisite as you imagined. It's just a bowl of stretched noodles. It takes many years for a master to practice this skill. It's impossible for you to learn it in such a short period of time."

Seeing that Chen Jinwu was still not reconciled, Fanyin continued: "Are you doing it for the emperor's praise for your noodle-making skills?"

"That's not it!" Chen Jinwu jumped up and shouted anxiously, "I'm here to give the emperor a taste of the noodles I made with my own hands, and to honor his old man."

"What you are sending is filial piety. Why do you care whether the noodles you make are good-looking? The emperor's product is also your filial piety. Do you think the emperor will care whether the noodles are delicious and delicious?"

Fanyin's smile was provocative, "You have to do children's things at a child's age. Don't you feel tired if you think too much and too little?"

Chen Jinwu's small face was flushed, and he wanted to refute but couldn't find an excuse.

Although Wang Gonggong disdained Fanyin's words, Chen Jinwu had been tossing for more than an hour, and he was really afraid that something would happen, "Your Highness, Grandma Zhong Si is right, you cook a bowl of noodles yourself, no matter what What kind of taste is it, the emperor's taste is warm in the mouth, if you really want to learn, why not wait until this time is finished, and slowly learn from Grandma Zhong Si?"

Wang Gonggong just wanted to avoid the trouble in front of him first, and kept winking at Sanskrit after he finished speaking.

Sanskrit also didn't want to toss about this matter endlessly, nodded, and said against his conscience: "Eunuch Wang is right, if I really want to learn, I will teach you again."

Chen Jinwu couldn't believe it, "It's a deal?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Fanyin pretended to be unwell, and Wang Gonggong immediately came over, "Is Grandma Zhong Si too tired? Otherwise, you should take a rest first."

"It's better to fulfill your little Highness's intentions, otherwise I will always have a problem in my heart." Chen Jinwu felt a little guilty about the drama between Fanyin and Wang Gonggong, "I have made you tired, don't worry, I must learn this craft well , will never give up halfway!"

The corners of Fanyin's mouth twitched, and his eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

Wang Gonggong quickly stood in front of Fanyin, urging Chen Jinwu to proceed to the next step quickly.

Now that Chen Jinwu made a concession, Sanskrit also knew how to strike while the iron was hot, and immediately ordered the maids and eunuchs to come over to help. After a long while, the bowl of noodles was finished. Of course, Sanskrit scooped out the seasoning, and Chen Jinwu sprinkled it into the soup pot by himself. .

Did you do it yourself?No one can fault it.

Fanyin smiled and asked Chen Jinwu to send it to the emperor quickly, while she supported her almost bent waist, panting for a long time before she regained her senses.

The imperial doctor was worried and didn't know how many times he had taken his pulse. Even if he had nine heads, he wouldn't dare to let Grandma Zhong Si make trouble at this time, otherwise the princess would have to unscrew his head?

Chen Jinwu smelled the aroma of noodle soup, and smiled contentedly, "Grandpa Huang will definitely be able to taste the craftsmanship I have learned, for sure!"

Fanyin frowned slightly, and the prince rushed forward to stop him, "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense."

"Okay, the noodles will be cold in a while, let's go." Chen Jinwu said and ran away, followed by the little eunuch beside him.

Sanskrit immediately left here, only intending to bid farewell to the princess and return to Zhongfu immediately.

Although the imperial palace is big, it makes her feel extraordinarily hypocritical and cold. Even if her den is small and clean, it is better than a place full of people with hypocritical faces.

The concubine also felt that something was wrong with today's matter, and she did not want to keep Fanyin any longer if she wanted to leave, "The report of General Zhong's great victory came, and the emperor and His Royal Highness were very happy, and even praised General Zhong for his bravery and might. General Huaiyuan has inherited all of his skills, even more than that."

Seeing that there was no Sanskrit sound, the Crown Princess smiled lightly and said, "His Royal Highness has ordered you to take good care of General Zhong's family. You are a female family member and you are pregnant with General Zhong's heir, so you really need to pay more attention to it. It is inconvenient for my concubine to travel in the palace, if you have anything to do, you can send someone to ask for it, but this concubine will definitely not refuse anything that can be done."

The Sanskrit voice didn't respond to such sweet words, and it was really hard to say the words of greeting, "Thank you for your kindness, the concubine, I will leave now."

The princess was startled, and simply waved her hands with a smile, "The prince sent Mrs. Zhong out of the palace."

"Your Majesty, don't worry." Wang Gonggong's flattering smile made Fanyin's skin crawl, "Grandma Zhong Si, please?"

Sanskrit turned towards the Crown Princess and blessed her body, immediately turned around and left, and was helped out of the palace by a group of people and onto the sedan chair.

As soon as he returned home, Fanyin stepped out of the palace gate and asked Caiyun to give the prince a red envelope of silver, and got into the carriage without saying any extra polite words.

When the carriage started, Sanskrit breathed a long sigh of relief, and Mother Feng didn't say a word in the carriage, until Caiyun was far away from the palace. What's the matter with you entering the palace to teach His Highness how to make noodles!"

Mother Feng saw that Sanskrit did not change her face, she thought about it and said: "However, judging from today's situation, the affairs in the palace may be very serious, fourth grandma, you must know."

"What mother said is that I'm also thinking about it." Fanyin was indeed surprised by what he saw in the palace today.

Although I heard Princess Jingwen mentioned that the emperor was seriously ill before, but I had no personal contact with him, and I didn't feel how urgent the matter was.Seeing that the Crown Princess was not allowed to leave the palace today, I recalled that Chen Jinwu said "the emperor will be able to survive until he learns the craft", these words may seem inconspicuous, but to the outside world, it is really important news!

Do you want to find a way to tell Zhong Xingyan?

The shadow of that guy popped out of his head, Sanskrit curled his lips unhappily, there was no news at all, why was he still thinking about him?Whispering in his heart, Sanskrit still couldn't resist lifting the curtain of the car, and said to the front, "Song Ancheng, please stop for a moment."

Song Ancheng immediately stopped the carriage, walked to the window and asked, "What orders does Grandma Fourth have?"

"When we arrive at the mansion in a while, you don't need to send me into the courtyard, go to the Suzhai building and call Wang Wenwu back." After Sanskrit finished speaking, he pondered, "If he asks what it is, just say it's about the fourth master. Let him come back quickly."

"The servant knows." Song Ancheng received the order, and went back to the front to drive the carriage. There were more peddlers on the side of the road. He was just driving the carriage and continued on the road when he suddenly heard a loud noise in front of him.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A particularly urgent and frantic shout came from the front, and the people on the road avoided the two sides one after another. The peddlers who could not avoid it ran aside, and the goods were scattered on the ground before they could be picked up. Tears of distressed eyes fell immediately when they saw the goods trampled to pieces by the horses. down.

But seeing the clothes of the man on horseback, no one dared to come forward to argue, because the official clothes this man was wearing were of the sixth-rank official position, and the stamp on his chest had already told everyone his identity - the county magistrate of Jingya.

Fang Qingyuan kept whipping the horse's buttocks with a whip in his hand. He wished that the pedestrians on the road would dodge and move away.

Song Ancheng frowned, and was about to ask Sanskrit whether to give way, but Fang Qingyuan drove the horse too fast, even if he saw the carriage in front of him, he couldn't stop the horse's hooves even if he pulled the rein, he could only roar forward loudly: "Hurry up!" Step aside!"

Song Ancheng had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he didn't bother to ask Fanyin for instructions, so he immediately pulled the carriage and hid by the side of the road. The boy selling goods by the roadside was knocked straight, and Fang Qingyuan's horse stopped immediately.

"Aren't you blind? Can't you see that this is the carriage of the Zhongfu? Who is so courageous to ride a horse in the middle of the capital? Is there any law?" Mother Feng yelled as she got off the carriage. Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and whispered softly, "Zhongfu?"

Sanskrit had already seen clearly that the person on the horse was Fang Qingyuan.

It's been a long time since I saw him, and she seems to have almost forgotten the appearance of this man, but looking at the gray on his temples and beard, he seems to be more than ten years old.

Back then, he almost killed his father, and together with Yu Wenxin, he even harmed himself. This Qiu Fanyin will never be forgotten.

"There is an urgent matter at home, please don't offend the nobles of Wangzhong Mansion." Fang Qingyuan also didn't want to ask who was in the carriage.

Who would have thought that Princess Xiaoya suddenly wanted to reward his wife with something, and there was no news before, so he went directly to the door of Fang's house and asked Mrs. Fang to come out to receive the reward in person.

Fang Qingyuan was scared out of his wits when he heard the news.

Where is there any Mrs. Fang at home?He really regretted that when he arrived at Yuwenhou's mansion yesterday, Yu Wenxin casually asked about his wife, but he didn't think much about it, he just said that his wife was practicing Buddhism at home and didn't show up.

But who would have thought Princess Xiaoya would do this?
if……

If things come to light, don't even want his head!

The more Fang Qingyuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and after saying this, he galloped away again.

Feng's mother blushed with anger, "This person is simply unreasonable!"

Fanyin also heard Fang Qingyuan's words, and the first reaction in his mind was to call Song Ancheng to his side again, "...you don't need to find Wang Wenwu, you follow Fang Qingyuan right now, and see what happened to the Fang family thing!"

(End of this chapter)