The Culinary Tycoon

Yuan Bao disappeared in a flash, Fang Xin choked on the words of refusal, and couldn't get up and down, but everyone was gone, so he could only look at the little goose cubs on the ground and shake his head and sigh.

"Master, look at these little goose cubs, they are so cute. Where did Master Luo get these two little goose cubs?" Basket became interested when he saw the two fluffy little goose cubs, squatting beside the box and stretching out his hands Touch the gosling cubs.

God knows where he got it.Fang Xin said something in his heart, and also squatted down, looking at the two little goose cubs.

Although the people who gave them gifts are not serious, these two little goslings are really cute, with fluffy fur, light yellow and bright yellow, round little heads, a pair of small black eyes, and small brown beaks. He pecked at the vegetable leaves in the box, looking silly.

"It's quite cute." Fang Xin couldn't help stretching out her fingers to touch the little goose cub's back.

Soft and silky.Fang Xin's mouth hooked involuntarily.

Seeing the bamboo tube on the goose cub's leg that Yuan Bao mentioned, Fang Xin paused with his fingers, then grabbed the little goose cub who played the role of a swan goose once, and asked the basket to remove the small bamboo tube.

Opening the bamboo tube, Fang Xin curiously took out a small paper roll inside, unfolded it, and was taken aback for a moment.

Above is a small portrait.On the strip of paper less than two inches wide and three inches long, there is a portrait of a young man holding a mask. The facial features and expressions of the person in the painting are exactly what Fang Xin looked like on the Lantern Festival.

The brushwork is delicate and the lines are soft, capturing Fang Xin's charm that day, especially the disgust and alienation in his eyes, and even the pattern on the mask.

Looking at this small portrait, Fang Xin's brows and eyes suddenly softened, but when he looked at the word "first acquaintance" in the upper right corner again, he pursed his lips, and his eyes turned cold again.

Luo Mingda obviously didn't remember him, and he thought that the Lantern Festival was the first time the two met.

That's right, after six years, the little boy back then has grown up, and, at that time, he didn't look at himself seriously, so he doesn't remember...

Seeing his young master staring at the note without moving for a long time, Lanlan leaned his head over to take a look, only to realize that it was a painting, and it was his young master.

"My lord, this portrait is really well drawn, it is very similar to you."

Fang Xin regained consciousness, but did not answer, re-rolled the note and stuffed it into the small bamboo tube, and then stuffed the small bamboo tube into his sleeve pocket.

Seeing that Fang Xin didn't want to say more, Basket quickly changed the subject and asked, "My lord, what about these two little goose cubs? Do you want to keep them?"

Fang Xin picked up a little goose cub and put it in the palm of his hand. With the other hand, he gently stroked its fur. He nodded and said, "What's wrong with the goose cub? Go and ask how the little goose cub should be raised, and then go to the kitchen to get them Let's have something to eat."

"Good son."

In the Luo Mansion, after Yuan Bao returned, he immediately went to report the situation to Luo Mingda.

"How is it? Is Brother Xin happy?" Luo Mingda asked expectantly.

Yuan Bao scratched his head and replied: "Master, I saw that Mr. Xin was quite surprised, but he didn't seem to be happy, he didn't even smile."

"Didn't you laugh?" Luo Mingda frowned and rubbed his chin thinking, "Impossible, such cute little goose cubs, Brother Xin didn't think they are cute? I think they are cute."

Yuan Bao hesitated, and said, "Maybe, I haven't had time to show it yet? You asked me to put down my words and run away. I didn't have time to see if he was happy."

"That's right!" Hearing this, Luo Mingda clapped his hands and said, "You can help me deliver things in two days."

Yuan Bao asked curiously, "Young master, what do you want to give? A chicken or a duckling?"

Luo Mingda patted Yuan Bao's head, and scolded with a smile: "What chickens and ducks, you think Brother Xin specializes in raising poultry!"

"What's that?" Yuan Bao asked, rubbing his head.

"Go, help me sharpen the ink." Luo Mingda said, and walked towards the study.

Two days later, Fang Xin received another gift from Yuan Bao - a folding fan, on which was a picture of the scene of the trip.

Surrounded by clouds and mountains in the distance, cascading waterfalls, and verdant trees nearby, beside the mountain stream, a little brother is slightly bending down to look at the little fish in the stream, with a demure and delicate expression on his face. It was Fang Xin himself, no doubt.

Fang Xin looked at it carefully for a while, shook his head, and then casually put the painting on the side of the dressing table in the room.

For the next half a month, every three days, Fang Xin will receive a portrait, all of which are scenes from a trip.

In the painting, sometimes Fang Xin is alone, wearing skewers, or washing hands by the stream, or by the stove, and no one else is drawn, only scattered cooking utensils; sometimes, there is a person in the painting Fang Xin knew that it was Luo Mingda himself, because there was a picture of them talking on the other side of the pool, and there was a picture of Fang Xin handing clothes to Luo Mingda beside the carriage.

Sometimes, there will be a small note in the portrait sent, asking how he is doing, and how the little gosling is doing...

Fang Xin was a little helpless, and put the portrait together with the previous one, and didn't care about it anymore.

Here in the Luo Mansion, for half a month, Luo Mingda didn't go out, even refused Chu Rong's invitation and didn't go out. He was happy to paint and paint in the study room, even though Fang Xin never wrote back to him. It was a pleasure to draw.

Mr. Luo has been busy with government affairs every day for a while now, and now he has finally finished his work. Seeing that his youngest son has not had any moths for a while, it is a little strange, so he asked Luo Fulang.

Love Lang smiled and whispered to him.

"The eldest brother of the servant of the Ministry of Punishment? The brother you told me before?"

"Yes. He is a very good brother. If San'er can get along with him, it is really a blessing that our San'er has cultivated in his previous life." Luo Fulang replied.

"He likes that brother very much? Don't it just be a novelty?" Master Luo asked with some doubts.

It's not that Mr. Luo doesn't believe in his son, it's because Luo Mingda used to go to flower houses before, so it's really hard for him to believe that his son will really like a brother now.

"I've been asked to ask a matchmaker to propose a marriage. How can there be a fake?"

"Marriage proposal? Why didn't you tell me about it?" Master Luo was surprised.

Love Lang glanced at him, and said: "Have you forgotten? I told you at that time that you fell asleep just after you started. It didn't work anyway. I didn't say anything because you were so busy. Later I told you forget."

"Oh, blame me, blame me, I was so busy and dizzy a while ago. If he can really calm down, that would be a good thing." After listening to Master Luo, he was thoughtful, and then murmured with Love Lang for a long time. Finally a consensus was reached.

The next day, as soon as Luo Mingda asked Yuan Bao to go out to do something for him, his aunt came to him.

"I said, San'er, what are you doing so mysteriously? I'm not allowed to come in for a while." Loverang walked to the desk, looked at the balls of paper on the floor, picked up one and thought Check out what it is.

"Hey, oh, I can't see it, I can't see it." Seeing that he was about to open the ball of paper, Luo Mingda rushed over to snatch it, and quickly picked up all the balls of paper on the ground and stuffed them into the paper in the basket.

Loverand: ...Think that I won't know what you're doing?

Luo Fulang cleared his throat, and then said: "I happened to meet Fang Fulang a few days ago, oh, is it Brother Xin? We chatted casually, and when we talked about Brother Xin, we got some news .”

"Oh? Any news about Brother Xin?" Hearing this, Luo Mingda, who was still pressing the balls of paper in the wastebasket, immediately looked up.

"Yes." Luo Fulang nodded, and asked mysteriously: "Do you want to know what kind of man Xin Geer likes?"

"Think about it, tell me quickly." Luo Mingda rushed over immediately, and said while pulling on Lovelang's sleeve.

Love Lang was amused in his heart, but on his face he raised his chin and pointed to the wastebasket solemnly, the meaning was self-evident.

Seeing this, Luo Mingda scratched his head, and said, "Hey, um, I just write and draw casually. Tell me quickly."

Lover said nothing.

Luo Mingda was helpless, then took a paper ball from the wastebasket and handed it to Luo Fulang, saying: "You are not allowed to laugh."

"Okay, okay." Luo Fulang took it over and unfolded it, as expected, he said, "According to your level, it may be difficult to successfully marry Brother Xin."

"what?"

Luo Fulang sighed, looked at Luo Mingda and said: "Grandpa Xin's knowledge is well-known in the capital. Brother Xin has been with his grandfather since he was a child, and he has been fascinated by his grandfather, and he has extraordinary knowledge. He also likes reading very much. Isn't that what you said Big talk, Brother Xin's knowledge is much better than yours, and it's no worse than those scholars who are studying in the school. Do you understand?"

"...You mean Brother Xin won't take a fancy to me. Hey, no," Luo Mingda asked with a bitter face, "Ah, are you here to make me give up Brother Xin? Didn't you want me to give up Brother Xin? Tell me to kiss brother Xin?"

Luo Fulang shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it's not that Ah Mo hit you. Ah Mo asks you, with your current appearance, if you chat with Brother Xin, can you chat together?"

Lominda: "..."

"If he says he likes so-and-so's poems, so-and-so's views, are you sure you can answer?"

Lominda: "..."

Love Lang patted his son's shoulder sympathetically, and said, "So, son, the way you are now is completely unacceptable! What else do you have besides being good-looking, but a man who is good-looking can't eat you Tell me, you, you really don’t have any advantages that Xin Geer will like, and you go out all day looking for flowers and asking Liu. Tsk tsk tsk, if I were Xin Geer, I wouldn’t like such a guy..."

Rominda's chin was on the collarbone.

Although he had already prepared in his heart that Brother Xin would not take a fancy to him, he was really sad to be said so clearly, especially if the person who said so was still his own, the one who was the least likely to be disgusted My own people are even more sad, and they simply say that they are useless.

Seeing his son's dejected appearance, Luo Fulang didn't wait for him to react, he quickly pursued the victory and said: "So son, after a few days of thinking and deliberation, I think it's better for you to give up Brother Xin as soon as possible. "

Luo Mingda's eyes were almost red, and he said in a low voice: "But, I like Brother Xin very much, and I want to marry him as my husband."

Luo Fulang patted his son on the shoulder, observed his expression carefully, and said, "Ah, you know, a good brother like Xin is not only good-looking, but also knowledgeable, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Come on, who wouldn't like it? Listen to what he said, Brother Xin himself means that when he is eighteen next year, he will consider that the person he wants to marry is going to get married."

"Next year? Get married!" Luo Mingda raised his head in shock when he heard this.

"Yes, next year." Luo Fulang nodded, and continued: "It will be less than a year. I don't know which young master can win the favor of Brother Xin. I think it must be a poet with a lot of poetry. A good man with good character and positive attitude!"

Luo Mingda blinked and looked at him.

Luo Fulang added another sentence: "Oh, this is what Brother Xin said. He said that Brother Xin likes such a man."

Luo Mingda continued to look at him, Ah Mo, and then said quietly: "Ah Mo, why do I feel that you are playing tricks on me?"

Luo Fulang blinked, then reached out his hands guiltyly to straighten the unruly hair on his forehead, then coughed lightly, and said, "Who set you up? Let me tell you, it's Brother Xin What did you say. Just ask yourself, if you are like this, can Brother Xin take a fancy to you?"

Luo Mingda was discouraged again, and said: "Ah, you don't need to say so much, I know Brother Xin despises me."

"Then why don't you hurry up and fight for me, you still want to play every day, no wonder my brother Xin despises me, if I weren't for you, I would despise me too." Luo Fulang said with hatred.

Luo Mingda sighed, "I see. I'm thinking about how to change Brother Xin's opinion of me."

"Don't just think, take action. Look, the books on your bookshelf are covered with a layer of dust." Seeing that his son really had some thoughts, Luo Fulang said earnestly, "Let me tell you, Saner , Ama is also a brother, who knows better than you. No brother likes to go out and run around every day. He only knows how to eat, drink, find flowers and ask Liu. If you want Brother Xin to change his opinion of you, you have to let him see Until you completely change, you know?"

Luo Mingda looked at him, saw the worry and deep hope in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "I see, Ah." He had been thinking about it for half a month before, and finally made up his mind.

"Do you really understand?"

Luo Mingda nodded: "I understand. Can you help me invite Mrs. Ji back?"

In order to marry brother Xin, I worked hard!

Hearing that his son was willing to invite his wife, Luo Fulang really believed that his son really wanted to change.

"Okay, okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Loveran left happily.

On this day, Fang Xin received two more paintings.However, this time the painting is a bit different, it is no longer the scene when they met.

In the first picture, the person painted on it is still Fang Xin, and the expression of eyebrows and eyes can be seen, but what is painted is the scene of Fang Xin squatting on the ground holding vegetable leaves to feed the goose cubs.Not only Fang Xin's demeanor is vividly drawn, but also the two little goose cubs who raised their necks to peck the Chinese cabbage leaves in Fang Xin's hands are also vivid.

Fang Xin looked at the painting above, and the corners of his lips curled up. This idiot, he didn't even see it with his own eyes, so how did he know that he was feeding the little goose cubs?

However, the drawing is not bad.

The second picture is not a whole picture, but a group of four small pictures, drawn in four grids, and accompanied by dialogue.

In the first grid, the painting is in a study room, an old master is holding a book and talking, but the person behind the desk has already dozed off.

In the second grid, the old master discovered that the student was dozing off, so he woke up the student, and then he spit all over the place to teach.

In the third grid, the student dozed off again while standing while listening to the old master's teaching.

In the fourth grid, the old master got angry and took out a ruler and hit the student on the head. The student hugged his head and cried bitterly, expressing that he would never dare again.

Fang Xin laughed out loud after reading it.

He looked at the picture again, knowing that Luo Mingda was painting himself studying at home, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, and put away the picture.

Afterwards, he went to the desk, sharpened the ink, unfolded the drawing paper, and picked up the brush to start painting.