Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 769

The news of Puning Temple's porridge donating posts spread quickly.

The most popular is this Laba porridge, which has enough ingredients and thick porridge juice, which is really delicious.

When they learned that it was Yun Yiyi Church, everyone suddenly realized.

The restaurant is run by Yun Yiyi, needless to say how delicious the snacks are, no wonder the porridge is so delicious this time.

Now, people not only came here to ask for Master Yinyun's copybook, but also to taste the famous Laba porridge.

People who have tasted it all said it was delicious, and called the whole family to line up, telling ten and ten to hundreds.

More and more people came here because of fame, and the monks had already exchanged several barrels of porridge, but the number of people not only did not decrease, but gradually increased.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but some people are really lucky when they go back after drinking the porridge and taking the couplets.

People say that this Puning Temple is here to spread good luck.

Some people say that this Laba porridge is blessed with good luck.

When the rumors intensified and some court officials were caught by the wave, the emperor in the palace also got the news.

"Your Majesty, Mrs. Yan and Ms. Yan are giving out porridge at Puning Temple. Master Yinyun personally presented couplets, which attracted many people in the city to go. There are even rumors that Laba porridge can bring blessings, and even court officials queued up to receive porridge. It's gone." The chief eunuch told the emperor one by one the news he had heard.

The emperor's eyebrows moved slightly: "Is this really true?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the blessings are just rumors, and this old slave thinks they are not credible." The chief eunuch knew what the emperor was asking.

The emperor thought for a while and said: "Go get me a bowl of Laba porridge, no, get a few more bowls, and send some to the harem and the prince."

"Your Majesty, this..."

"I just want to try this Laba porridge, can't I?"

The chief eunuch hurriedly pleaded guilty: "Your Majesty calm down, this old slave will go and give orders."

"Keep your movements clean and unobtrusive."

The emperor raised his eyelids and waved his hand lightly.

The chief eunuch bowed and retired.

The identity of the eunuch is too sensitive, so the chief eunuch will naturally not go in person, he asked the guards in the palace to pretend to be ordinary people to line up, only in this way will not attract attention.

When the guards arrived at the scene, they realized that there were too many people. If they really lined up, they would only be punished by the emperor.

A guard thought of a way. He spent money to buy the front seat and exchanged it with others.

When it was his turn, it was Yan Xiaoshuang who served him porridge.

Before the man figured out why it was a child who was serving the porridge, Yan Xiao tapped the booth with both fingers: "Uncle, please put the bowl on the booth."

The guard obediently complied.

When he came out with Laba porridge, he also asked for a couplet by Master Yinyun.

After the guards assembled, they all talked about this matter with the chief eunuch.

"You mean, two children are serving porridge?" The emperor raised his head slowly from the bowl.

The chief eunuch said: "Later, I went to ask someone again. The two children are Yan Chu and Yan Hen. They seem to have a good relationship with the Ninth Prince in the Imperial College."

The emperor nodded.

The porridge was too hot, so he put it aside.

The chief eunuch hurriedly scooped up a spoonful of cold for the emperor, and handed it to the emperor's lips: "Your Majesty, it's not hot now, can you try it?"

The emperor took a sip and took the spoon: "This Laba porridge is really good."

The ingredients are delicious and melt in the mouth, and the emperor even felt that he didn't need to chew.

It's not that the chief eunuch didn't smell the scent, and swallowed hard. Now, he finally understands why there are more and more people receiving porridge. How can one bowl be enough?
Porridge stall.

It is still crowded.

Yan Nianyan looked at the crowd who hadn't seen him for a long time, and was a little speechless: "Sister Yun, if this continues, there may still be people after dark."

Yun Yiyi understood what she meant. Originally, the porridge was due in the afternoon, but this person didn't leave for a long time, and the porridge didn't stop for a long time.

She looked up at the sweat on the foreheads of the two cubs, and said distressedly: "Mother has rested, you go and rest."

Yan Xiaoshuang wiped off her sweat: "Mom, I'm not tired."

"Go and rest." Yun Yiyi said warmly.

Seeing that she was stubborn, Yan Xiaoshuang winked at Yan Dashuang: "Then I'll go and rest first, if mother wants to rest, you can tell me."

Yun Yiyi smiled and took the spoon.

Yan Nianyan also got up and walked to Yan Dashuang to let him rest.

As soon as Yan Dashuang put down his hands, he felt a little sour. He looked at the crowd, his scalp was numb: "Brother, what should we do if there are so many people?"

Yan Xiaoshuang was also a little worried.

He came to protect mother, not to make her suffer. If father found out, he would definitely feel distressed.

With so many people, when will we have to give out porridge.

He had to find a way to help his mother.

Yan Xiaoshuang's eyes rolled around, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of Master Yin Yun at the side, and suddenly his mind flashed: "Yes, let's go find Master Yin Yun."

"Brother, what should I do?" Yan Dashuang came over.

Yan Xiaoshuang whispered: "That's it..."

Yan Dashuang nodded quickly.

Soon, he walked to Master Yinyun.

Several disciples recognized him as Yun Yiyi's child and did not stop him.

Master Yinyun concentrated on writing the couplet, when he suddenly heard a child's voice: "Master, your handwriting is really beautiful."

Master Yinyun looked up and recognized Yan Dashuang: "Do you want to learn? If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Yan Da's eyelids twitched: "I already have a master, isn't the master afraid of hurting his wrist after writing for so long?"

Master Yin Yun handed the written couplets to the believers, and looked at him sideways.

Yan Dashuang continued to work hard: "Like I just served porridge, my wrist hurts after just a short while, master, don't be like me."

Master Yin Yun glanced behind him and saw Yun Yiyi serving porridge.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, it turned out that he came to seek an explanation for his mother.

"Master, you really can't write for a long time, your wrist will be ruined." Yan Dashuang emphasized that he was afraid that Master Yinyun might not understand what he meant.

"exactly."

"That's it for today." Stopping the last person from asking for couplets, Master Yin Yun stood up slowly and walked to the porridge stand.

Master Yinyun raised his eyes and looked in the porridge bucket, there was not much left.

"Everyone, it's not early today, so the porridge gift post is over here, come back at the same time tomorrow."

Everyone sighed for a while, but due to Master Yinyun's highly respected status, they didn't lose their temper.

Thinking that I could still come tomorrow, I left.

Yun Yiyi took advantage of the time when all the monks were cleaning up the porridge bucket, walked up to Master Yinyun, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Master Yinyun."

She is not stupid, Master Yin Yun obviously didn't want to end it so early, he might take care of her by doing this.

"If you want to thank, thank this little friend." Master Yin Yun smiled, his eyes stayed on Yan Dashuang, "He loves his mother very much."

Yun Yiyi laughed, and rubbed Yan Dashuang's little head.

"My child is a bit naughty, the master will take care of it."

"Amitabha, good is good."

Yan Nianyan walked over: "Sister Yun, let's go back."

"Benefactor Yun, Master Yan, please stay. This is a gift from Puning Temple to you. Thank you for your help in serving the porridge."

Master Yinyun said without any haste, and ordered his disciples to take out the lunch boxes that had been prepared, which were full of hot Laba porridge and some vegetarian dishes.

"Thank you, Master Yinyun."

After thanking, Yun Yiyi and his party got into the carriage.

"I'm exhausted." Yan Nianyan breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he entered the carriage.

As a delicate girl, Yan Nianyan had never worked so hard before, and this day can be described as a sore back.

Yun Yiyi also felt a little tired, but it was inconvenient for her to show it in front of the two cubs.

Probably due to the excessive physical exertion today, Yan Nianyan and the two cubs began to enter sleep mode as soon as they got in the car.

Yun Yiyi was not that big-hearted, she blinked vigorously, and blinked back the little bit of sleepiness.

Yun Yiyi first sent Yan Nianyan back to Yan Mansion, and then back to Yan Mansion.

Just as he helped the two cubs out of the carriage, he saw Yan Qinghe standing inside and outside the mansion, like a wife who was waiting for her return.

"Mother." As soon as Yun Yiyi came over, Yan Dabao and Yan Xiaobao trotted over. Yun Yiyi was afraid that the two cubs would fall, so she squatted down.

Yun Yiyi squeezed the small faces of the two cubs: "Did you listen to daddy at home?"

"Listen." Yan Xiaobao said in a childish voice.

While Yun Yiyi wasn't paying attention, Yan Qinghe gave Yan Xiaoshuang a wink.

Yan Xiaoshuang walked over calmly: "Father, I have done everything you told me to do."

Yan Qinghe lifted his chin with a satisfied expression.

"What are you mumbling about?" Yun Yiyi walked over holding a cub.

Yan Qinghe said calmly: "I was asking him if it was fun."

"Father, it's not fun at all, we've been scooping porridge all morning." Yan Dashuang complained with wide eyes.

"Exercise a lot, and grow faster." Yan Qinghe lifted his lips, revealing a bit of a smile.

Yan Dashuang was speechless: "..."

"Okay, let's go in first and talk about it." Yun Yiyi was afraid that if he stood outside for a long time, the two cubs would catch cold easily, so he rushed in.

Indoors, the cook brought the lunch box brought back from Puning Temple to the table, Yun Yiyi lifted the lid, and filled everyone with a bowl of Laba porridge.

"This is the Laba porridge I brought back for you. Drink it while it's hot to keep out the cold."

Yu Ma took care of Yan Dabao and Yan Xiaobao, and Yun Yiyi made a special trip to scoop up a bowl for Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe didn't move, just looked at Yun Yiyi with a frown.

"This porridge is made by the monks of Puning Temple, I didn't cook it." How could Yun Yiyi not understand this, and immediately explained.

The cooks also followed suit: "Master, madam really didn't lie to you, madam just talked about it, even if there was something wrong, we all went to help, these porridges were cooked by those little masters."

Only then did Yan Qinghe loosen his brows, picked up the spoon and slowly took a spoonful to drink.

It has been a while since it was transported here from Puning Temple, the porridge is no longer as hot as it was at first, and the temperature in your mouth is just right.

This winter, a bowl of hot Laba porridge is so warm that people stretch out their limbs.

(End of this chapter)