food color and fragrance

Chapter 4 Trading
Mrs. Chen was pinned down and slapped. Fanyin personally brought two bowls of tofu soup to Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhiyuan.

Originally, he had a lot to say, but these two bowls of hot clear soup were placed in front of him, and seeing Fanyin's timid face, Yang Zhiyuan only sighed deeply, picked up the bowl and chopsticks by himself, and took a sip lightly.

"Huh? So delicious?" Yang Zhiyuan's compliment made old lady Yang hold back all her words.

Even though she looked at Sanskrit with a look of cannibalism, she still had to purse her lips, and intentionally scooped up a spoonful to eat, but in the end, she reprimanded first:
"Even if you want to make breakfast for me and your father, you have to send someone to tell you. I just scared grandma."

Old Madam Yang gritted her teeth, and Sanskrit lowered her head, "It's all my fault. I only wanted to let grandma and father have dinner, and forgot to send someone to pass the message."

"This is your filial piety, grandma can't blame you." Old lady Yang couldn't help but look at Yang Zhiyuan after saying that.

Seeing this, the old lady Yang's lips twitched tightly, and even the Sanskrit sound almost bit her tongue, but within two sentences, Yang Zhiyuan not only drank his own bowl of soup, but also didn't put away the old lady's bowl. Pass?
"It's delicious. I'm very pleased for my father that Huai Liu can have such a good craftsmanship!" Yang Zhiyuan picked up the bowl of tofu and green silk soup, gurgled down his stomach, and then wiped his mouth, "Is there any more? My father didn't drink enough. "

"It would be nice if I could cook breakfast for my father every day." Fanyin's voice was very soft, and there was a bit of unspeakable resentment in his eyes. This expression made Yang Zhiyuan sigh deeply, and his face was full of self-blame and guilt.

Old Madam Yang nearly fainted with anger, but before she could speak, she heard Yang Zhiyuan say: "With such a filial daughter, what else can I say? I'm sorry for you as a father."

"Huai Liu is a good child. I love her the most for these grandchildren, and I can't bear her to leave my side." Mrs. Yang immediately looked at Sanskrit, "It's a pity that she still has nearly a year to keep her filial piety for the Liu family. Even if I wish to hold her in my hand, I still have to respect her own choice, the vows made before the Buddha cannot be violated..."

Old Madam Yang's words of warning were naturally understood in Sanskrit, but isn't she a ten-year-old nun?Just pretend that you don't understand, what can she understand when she is only ten years old?
With ignorant eyes, he only looked at Yang Zhiyuan, and when he looked at Mrs. Yang, Sanskrit was still timid.

Yang Zhiyuan frowned, Mrs. Yang didn't dare to say more, and didn't let them "father and daughter" chat alone.

Just at this moment, a woman rushed in from outside the door. She was about to speak when she entered the door, but when she saw Yang Zhiyuan was there, she held back her words and coughed.

Mrs. Yang frowned and reprimanded: "What's the rush? It's impossible to get into the house."

The old woman hurriedly came to the old lady, fearing that Yang Zhiyuan would hear, she smiled awkwardly, and then whispered in the old lady's ear, "Second master has something wrong, you have to go and see."

"What happened?" Mrs. Yang was startled, and the mother-in-law winked, "You have to go yourself."

The old lady didn't want to leave, but Yang Zhiyuan was still here, so it was hard to guarantee that she would tell this little nun something she didn't know, but something happened to her second son, and she was also thinking about it.

"Zhiyuan..." The old lady intentionally asked Yang Zhiyuan to follow.

The mother-in-law immediately shouted, "The third master can't go to this matter!"

"I just happened to talk to Huai Liu for a while, mother, go get busy." Yang Zhiyuan was very calm, but it made Mrs. Yang feel uncomfortable.

Mrs. Yang frowned, "Why can't you tell? Is there something you want to hide from the third master?"

The mother-in-law almost burst into tears, gnashing her teeth and waving her hands again and again, it can be seen that Mrs. Yang was in a stalemate here, so she could only whisper in her ear: "Second master beat my teacher too hard!"

"Ow!"

Old Mrs. Yang screamed in fright, got up quickly, walked around on the ground trembling, and hurriedly told the two waiters beside her, "You stay here to serve the third master and fourth lady, and you don't have to follow me." Turning around and explaining to Yang Zhiyuan: "Something happened in your second brother's yard, I'm afraid you will find out, and his face will be ashamed and flustered, don't mind."

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, but it's okay for mother to go." Yang Zhiyuan got up to send the old lady out.

Mrs. Yang didn't bother to say any more, and ran out in a hurry.

Seeing her in such a hurry, Fanyin felt suspicious, Yang Zhiyuan turned around, father and daughter looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Because there are a few owls staring intently at the side...

"Let's go for a walk with Weifu." Yang Zhiyuan took the lead, Sanskrit nodded, and followed behind him, followed by a few big tails silently, but Yang Zhiyuan didn't seem to care at all, only talking to Sanskrit Enjoy the scenery with poems and eulogies, not mentioning half a sentence of the Yang family's words.

Sanskrit was muttering in his heart, what kind of person is this father?What is Mrs. Wu Nan doing?
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When Mrs. Yang rushed to the Buddhist hall, she saw Yang Zhifei grabbing Yang Zhiqi's collar and twitching non-stop.

Yang Zhiqi refused to accept the beating, "Why beat me? This stinky nun refuses to tell what she said to that little brat Yang Zhiyuan, so she should be beaten to death!"

"Bullshit!"

Mrs. Yang hurried over to see Mrs. Wu Nan's injuries. The injuries were serious, her eyes were black and bleeding, and her arm was broken. Yang Zhiqi's hand was too harsh.

"Why am I messing around? That kid is so scheming. He drank so much wine last night and came to see the old nun before dawn. The old nun still gritted her teeth and refused to speak. Obviously she has a guilty conscience! I beat her to death... ..."

As Yang Zhiqi said, he wanted to break free and stepped forward, but Mrs. Yang went to stop her, "Stop it!"

"Hmph!" Yang Zhiqi snorted coldly, squatting on the ground with anger on his face, Yang Zhifei was trembling with anger, pointing at him and cursing:

"You can't hold back, Yang Zhiyuan just came to see the old nun, and you came to beat her. If the news spreads, wouldn't this tell everyone that we are guilty? It was going smoothly, you This reckless temper has gone wrong, what can we do in the future?"

"What should I do? I don't know what to do!" Yang Zhiqi was confused, "It's up to you at home!"

"I'm just wiping your ass!" Yang Zhifei slapped him on the head again, Yang Zhiqi was in so much pain that he didn't dare to speak, Yang Zhifei didn't care about teaching Yang Zhiqi, and was planning to find a doctor to see Mrs. Wu Nan.

Mrs. Yang stopped him, "You can't invite a doctor."

"Mother." Yang Zhifei approached her, "What do you think should be done?"

"The little nun has already talked to Yang Zhiyuan. If you invite the doctor and make a big noise, it's impossible for the little nun not to know. When the time comes to tell Yang Zhiyuan something that shouldn't be said, wouldn't it be a waste of all previous efforts?"

The old lady sighed, "Clean up the Buddhist hall, and send two people here to take care of it, saying that Master Wu Nan is too unwell to see outsiders, as long as she is not allowed to see the little nun and Yang Zhiyuan, there will be no problems." any questions."

"What if the old nun can't make it through? She hasn't had any soup for the past two days, and she's just waiting to die." Yang Zhifei had a lot of worries in his heart, and the old lady Yang frowned and looked at Yang Zhiqi. If he comes to do it, the yard will be cleaned up, and anyone who knows the real identity of the little nun will be kicked out!"

"All drive away?" Yang Zhifei looked at Yang Zhiqi, and Yang Zhiqi's face showed a bit of ruthlessness.

Old Mrs. Yang stood up, "After worshiping the ancestors and opening the water table, don't keep Yang Zhiyuan anymore. Once he leaves, the little nun will be killed. At worst, I will buy another girl to replace her, a girl Well, Yang Zhiyuan has gone to become a county magistrate, how can he care so much about her? When he gets married and has children, his daughter will not be her daughter."

The old lady Yang walked while talking, Yang Zhifei followed her out, Yang Zhiqi stayed alone, looked at the enshrined Buddha statue, and then at the old nun who was breathing but not breathing, and muttered in disgust: "Why aren't they all dead? Wouldn't it be nice to die!"

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Fanyin's mind was heavy, Yang Zhiyuan was still walking indifferently, his body was not tall, but he took one step, Sanskrit had to chase three steps, and he had walked around this broken yard three times, and even the servants who followed were dizzy Oh, this "father" is too elegant, isn't he?

Fanyin's calf was very sore, and when he was about to stop and pinch it, Yang Zhiyuan turned his head, "Huai Liu, what scriptures do you usually recite?"

"Most of the editions of the Paramita Heart Sutra and the Yuanjue Sutra only listen to the teachings of Wu Nan Shitai, and I just copy the scriptures." When it comes to the scriptures, the Sanskrit voice can answer a few sentences.

"Have you read any other books?" Yang Zhiyuan asked again, Fanyin thought for a moment and shook her head, she couldn't bring out the things from her previous life, could she?
Yang Zhiyuan felt a little regretful, "I saw my teacher today. She sat there alone and chanted scriptures without answering a word with my father. She is a teacher with profound morals. You are lucky to worship under her. If my father can't get the teacher's teaching, it's also for my father...not qualified, did you learn your vegetarian cooking skills from your teacher? That's also a kind of knowledge, you learned it very well, very well."

"That's my dearest person." Fanyin subconsciously said something from his heart, which made Yang Zhiyuan's heart very bitter.

the closest person?Her mother passed away, and he was not by her side... Thinking about his own childhood, he could think of how hard Huai Liu's life was.

Yang Zhiyuan seemed to want to escape, he only stroked her little bald head a few times, then turned around and continued walking.

Sanskrit rubbed his legs and continued to follow. At this time, Mrs. Yang and Yang Zhifei had already returned from the outside. Seeing the father and daughter in the yard, the expressions on their faces became even heavier.

Yang Zhifei stepped forward and asked Yang Zhiyuan to leave, and went to the side to talk about the arrangements for these days.

Mrs. Yang led everyone into the house, dismissed the people around her, and stared at Sanskrit alone.

Fanyin also looked at her, without timidity or fear.

Mrs. Yang opened her mouth first, "From now on, you will be the granddaughter of my Yang family, the eldest daughter of Yang Zhiyuan. The Yang family will take care of you for the rest of your life, and I hope you can be worthy of the Yang family."

Fanyin couldn't help being startled, and hurriedly said: "What's wrong with my master?"

(End of this chapter)