Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

"How is your studies recently?" Cao Cao asked concerned.

Hearing his father mentioning his studies, Cao Ang's face was obviously a little nervous, and he wrinkled tightly. Compared with those cumbersome articles, he preferred the military tactics of the army. Every time he saw his uncles berating Fang Qiu, commanding thousands Sagittarius, his little heart is always beating uncontrollably.

"Back... back to father, recently my child has read the "Historical Records" family biography." Cao Ang whispered, secretly looking at his father's black face, his expression was a little nervous, seeing the loving smile of his mother across the way, his little face slowly relax.

Cao Cao didn't notice his son's expression, he was just thinking about other things: "Have you ever understood?"

"I don't understand... But when the child is older, he will understand!" Cao Ang quickly explained.

"Hmm..." Cao Cao pondered for a moment, then he thought about it, and smiled, "Although my son is mediocre in mind, he has a firm character and will become a great weapon in the future!"

People with quick minds are sometimes not as good as people with calm personalities.

"Father found a master for you. After dinner, ask your mother to prepare some quick repairs and take you there to learn from a master!"

apprenticeship?Learn art?

Xiao Cao Ang's complexion instantly collapsed. It was already very annoying to follow his master all day long, but now he has to find a master to supervise him every day. After that, the hard life will be...

Madam Ding sat opposite, like a gust of spring breeze, her voice was low but clear: "Which great Confucian did Meng De find for Ang Er?"

Cao Cao's original wife Ding is the eldest wife of the Cao family. Ding was married before Cao Cao had a haircut. Therefore, Cao Cao respects Ding the most. He is not like other women. He is just greedy for beauty, so only Ding dares to marry her. Call him Meng De, but her other concubines absolutely dare not be presumptuous.

Cao Ang was not born by Ding Shi, but his mother died early when he was young. Ding Shi saw that he was pitiful, so she took him to her side and raised him to grow up. Later, there was no movement in her stomach, so she gave up this thought. , concentrate on taking care of Cao Ang, and treat him as his own.

Because Cao Cao felt sorry for his wife, he also treated his eldest son very preferentially. He has been carefully cultivated since he was a child. Although he is not a direct son, he has the status of a direct son because he grew up with the Ding family. Cao Cao also wants to train him to be his successor. people.

"Hmm! Madam doesn't know this person, he was put under Cao's account just yesterday." Cao Cao patiently explained.

"Then...is there something special about him?" Mrs. Ding asked worriedly.

"This..." Cao Cao hesitated for a moment, but he didn't answer. He was not sure, "This talent is not born in the world, Ang'er can give it a try!"

a try?

Cao Ang was confused and only knew that his father had found a master for him, and it seemed that he couldn't refuse.

Ding was reticent, but the most gentle and intelligent, and instantly understood Cao Cao's meaning, this is to ask Ang Er to test this person!

"Fiao is busy with things, so it's not easy to show up. I will entrust this matter to my wife. Remember! You must follow the etiquette and don't neglect! If he is talented, it is naturally the luck of Anger, it is the luck of Cao, if he has no talent... ..."

Cao Cao didn't say anything, and Mrs. Ding didn't ask, the point is that it was useless to ask, judging by his hesitant appearance, there is probably something hidden in it, but she doesn't care, she just hopes that this person will not delay Ang Son.

"Master, this person is so talented, who is he?" A woman's voice sounded with sharp teeth, and the pleasant voice was mixed with a heroic momentum. This person is Cao Cao's Mrs. Bian. Dare to say, deeply loved by Cao Cao.

"Pingyuan Ning Rong, Ning Zhiyuan!"

oh~~

Mrs. Bian's winking eyes were like silk, turning into a sky full of stars, lingering between Cao Ang and Cao Pi, bowing her head and smiling softly.

Ning Rong?Have not heard!

How could Mrs. Ding not see the disdain at the corner of Mrs. Bian's mouth, but she didn't bother to care about it, after all, it didn't matter if she said anything about it, it was just a pity for Ang'er.

"Meng De is at ease, the concubine will take Ang'er to apprentice!"

Cao Cao waved his hand, "Let's go after dinner! He should be at home right now!"

Ding nodded and agreed, all the talk was on this point, the rest was in vain, and Ang'er was also his child, so he would naturally consider it.

It has to be said that the husband and wife are united, what Ding thinks is exactly what Cao Cao thinks.

He didn't say a word, apprenticeship is not the purpose. If Ning Rong really has real talents and learning, Ang'er worships him as a teacher, not only can he learn knowledge, but also win their relationship; if he doesn't have real talents, how dare he Take my son as an apprentice!

Cao Cao thought wonderfully, but unfortunately, he didn't know that Ning Rong couldn't use common sense.

Chapter 22 The Shameful Ning Rong

On a clean and tidy street, a branch of weeping willow crosses the low wall, peeking at the world, swaying cheerfully, looking at the bustling crowd, there are servants yelling, knights wandering with horses, and carts selling goods There are merchants, there is an old woman who is shopping for vegetables, the noisy street is full of tranquility and peace, looking at these people in a hurry, Ning Rong suddenly feels emotional, as if she has also merged into this picture.

Ning Rong paced back and forth with a leisurely look on his face. He didn't take Guo Jia's entrustment to heart at all. He also said that Cao Hong was a military commander and his temper was a bit perverse. He prepared himself to know that he was caring about him. It was also warm, but he just couldn't be happy.

When I think of Cao Hong, I think of those papers, and when I think of those papers, I think of Xun Wenruo, and I think of Xun Wenruo's grinning regret.

Ugh!

Gently twitching his own mouth, Ning Rong quickly rubbed it for him again, it's all your fault, he insisted on going to eat, it's better now, I'm really aggrieved.

I don’t know which great god said that since you can’t change the environment, you should learn to adapt to the environment. Ning Rong didn’t agree with it before, so I’d better close the door and live my own life in the head office!

Bloody lesson!

Thinking of the scene of the meal just now, Ning Rong's face turned green and then white with embarrassment. Looking at the pork served by the servant, he exclaimed in great curiosity. The soft, glutinous and crispy skin will leave a lasting fragrance at first sight.

I wondered at the time, didn't it mean that eating in ancient times was relatively simple?It's either steamed or boiled. It seems that there is no cooking method of frying and frying, right?But the meat in front of him subverted his concept, it was obviously fried!

I haven't asked yet!Xun Yu opened his mouth and said, according to the "Zhou Li·Tianguan·Nei 饔" records: "Cows sing at night and they stink; (rotten smell); hogs are blind and their eyelashes are intertwined, fishy; horses have black spines and arms like mole."

A long list of classical Chinese texts made Ning Rong feel dizzy and puzzled. After asking Guo Jia quietly, he found out that what Xun Yu said meant that if you want to eat delicious meat, you must slaughter it at the right time. Suitable livestock and poultry cannot be slaughtered casually, otherwise the meat quality will not be delicious.

I was really stunned at the time. I really didn't expect that the ancestors knew how to choose healthy livestock and poultry without disease, no special smell and smell, and they could also distinguish the parts of the livestock and poultry before slaughtering them.It's ridiculous that the descendants of later generations stand still and laugh at their ancestors for living a primitive life.

The fat and tender meat is deep-fried until it is browned and crispy. The fragrant juice is wrapped around it, and it shines a little bit of oil in the sun, and the tangy aroma hits.

Ning Rong smelled the aroma of this meat, couldn't help picking up chopsticks to taste a piece, it was soft and delicious, oily but not greasy, um~~ delicious!

"This pork is very authentic, but I don't think there is such a skill in Duke Cao's mansion!" Ning Rong couldn't help admiring, and Xun Yu who had just picked up the chopsticks put it down again and looked at him quietly.

"Huh? This is jujube? It's really strange, there are sweet dates in the pork." Ning Rong picked up a familiar thing with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, recalling the taste of childhood in his lips and teeth.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Ning Rong greeted everyone enthusiastically, "Come here! Everyone eat! You are welcome!" That expression seemed to be the master of the place

Xun Yu and the others rolled their eyes at Ning Rong suspiciously, but they didn't speak, and started eating on their own.

"Oh! This meat is rolled in this seasoning, and there is a feeling of fragrance? Feng Xiao, what kind of seasoning is this?" Ning Rong said while eating, then turned to Guo Jia and asked, not noticing Xun Xun at all. Yu strange eyes.

He is also used to eating on weekdays. Besides, Guo Jia was infected by him, and he also forgot the rules of eating and sleeping. Seeing the two yelling and talking non-stop, Xun Yu sighed speechlessly and put down his chopsticks. .

Ning Rong ate very happily, and inadvertently raised his head, but suddenly found that everyone was looking at him expressionlessly, and the food in front of him didn't seem to arouse their appetite.

Huh?

What's going on here?Is there something on your face?Ning Rong touched her face quietly, and then looked at her hands, she didn't find anything dirty!

Xun Yu could see it, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't use common sense to deduce how much knowledge he had, but he hadn't seen how much knowledge he had, but he saw clearly the strange temperament of this famous scholar.

There is no manners at all!