It's hard to be a good teacher

Not only was the heart trembling, but the head was also hurting. He glanced at the "culprit" who hurt his head, and his attitude changed in a second: "Your Majesty, are you okay? Let me rub it for you?"

The emperor shook his head, but instead touched the head of the national teacher.The national teacher was very shocked. Could this be the love of the legendary leader before you left? !Next, is it necessary to ask if you feel tired from work? !

The emperor didn't say anything, instead he wrapped the national teacher in his arms and looked up at the ghost.

The ghost woman was dressed in white, miserable, with thin cheeks, sunken eye sockets, baggy and tattered clothes, her exposed hands were as thin as green onions, she either died of poverty or starved to death on the street.Her lips parted slightly, as if she was about to say something, and finally she sighed heavily.

"What grievances do you have?" The emperor, who was still squatting on the ground, asked the female ghost, "If there is a case of injustice, I will wash away your grievances and clear your grievances."

The female ghost looked over in surprise, her mouth opened and closed, and she spit out a sentence that was not much bigger than panting: "I can, can I have a bowl of Yangchun noodles first? I'm starving to death..."

National Teacher: ...you are already dead, thank you!

As the saying goes: A gentleman cooks far away.His Majesty the Emperor must not be able to cook, and the burden of this bowl of Yangchun noodles was given to the teacher.Fortunately, the national teacher had been single before his death, so in order not to starve to death, he still had two hands.The emperor watched quietly from behind, and touched his bumped chin for a long time.

Put the powder, knead the dough, wake up the dough.He had never used the stove before, so he choked on the ashes, wiped it with his sleeve, and tied the hem of his clothes into his belt, so that it wouldn't catch fire.Although the small kitchen in the Princess Hall is small, everything is readily available. There is a big pot full of prepared broth, boil it on fire, add soy sauce and meat oil, and fry it in this way, the aroma is tangy.Quickly chop the chives and sprinkle some finely in the soup.After doing this, the noodles will wake up. The national teacher rolled up his sleeves and stretched the noodles to make noodles.

After a toss, the three bowls of Yangchun noodles were placed on the stove.

The national teacher was very kind and handed the chopsticks to His Majesty first, and then burned two chopsticks to the female ghost with the fire from the stove, and finally looked worried.

The female ghost stared at the noodle soup almost drooling, but she couldn't eat the Yangchun noodle she had been thinking about for a long time, and her resentment became heavier in an instant.The national teacher squatted in front of the stove and was racking his brains to think of a way. Suddenly, his back felt cold, and with a jolt, the whole bowl of noodles was thrown into the fire.

"Ahhhhhhh..." I just made noodles!The national teacher was thinking that it was over. Looking back in slow motion, there were three bowls on the table, and a female ghost was drinking happily.

After tossing all night, the national teacher was also hungry, so he moved a small bench to sit far away from the female ghost, and began to eat noodles.The scallion oil was fragrant, the noodles were firm, and the national teacher was eating deliciously. When I looked up, the emperor didn't move at all.

National Teacher: "Your Majesty, if you don't eat it anymore, this noodle will be lumpy."

What time is it and you are still so hairy!