Sheng Shi Merciful Light

The shopkeeper of Taihe Building has long heard that the king of Chu in the palace is good at eating, but it is a pity that the palace is strictly guarded, and the new cooking and barbecue methods have not been spread. go.

Now I am fortunate to be instructed by the King of Chu personally, which is simply a great favor.

The chef was stunned. The only time he was summoned by the nobleman was because he didn't cook well enough, he was sent down by the nobleman, and he almost couldn't live.As soon as they heard that the king of Chu had summoned them, they were so frightened that they fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Who is the king of Chu?That's Long Zi, lucky to be the first vassal king, the stars descended from the sky.Can such an aristocrat know how to cook such low-level things?

The shopkeeper was thinking about scenting the chef's bath... Jin Yiwei couldn't wait any longer, and directly lifted the chef, who looked like soft noodles, up.Because the dishes are all steamed and cooked, the smell of oily smoke on the chef's body is not heavy, and his clothes are clean.

The shopkeeper hurriedly followed into the wing room, not daring to raise his head, and both of them knelt down in a "bow-and-shoulder" manner.

"Forget it, I don't like asking people to kneel down, it's hard to talk." Mu Ci's voice was clear and smooth, and her tone was flat, not aggressive.

The shopkeeper got up, but still didn't dare to look up, while the chef was trembling and couldn't get up, so Jin Yiwei set him up.

Mu Ci said very calmly: "I called you here because I want you to stir-fry a few dishes. Don't be afraid. Because you have never done it before, I won't blame you if it goes bad."

The king of Chu speaks better than Dingdong's spring water, and he is kind... The two little people listen respectfully without bending their waists or knees.

Like Qin Shan, the imperial chef of the Hall of Hehuan, Mu Ci explained the essentials of cooking one by one, and told him in a down-to-earth way: "You can use lard, soybean oil, tea oil from the south, etc., don't use beef and mutton oil, it smells bad." Looking at the chef's head wrapped in a turban, he said: "Wrap your head with a clean turban from now on, so as not to lose hair and dust in it."

The shopkeeper and the chef promised one by one, and went down to fry the dishes with tears of gratitude.

In fact, the ancient stir-frying did not develop, mainly due to the lack of oil.

Rapeseed rape, known as brassica, is still eaten as cabbage in Xiliang, but it has not been introduced to China. The common people are used to eating beef and mutton, and seldom eat pork.Less oil objectively limits the development of cooking.

But Taihelou is a well-known restaurant in the first ring, so it is easy to get some oil out.

In fact, learning how to cook is not the biggest achievement of Taihe Building today, but the most important thing—the king of Chu is the teacher who taught the industry.

In ancient times, many skills, including cooking skills, were passed down from family to family, so it was not easy to pass them on.When it is passed on to others, it becomes a de facto master-student relationship, which was a very important relationship in ancient times, and sometimes "Zhu Jiu Clan" and so on will be implicated.

Today, the king of Chu passed down the skill of cooking in the Taihe Tower, and the Taihe Tower is covered by the King of Chu. This is an absolute glory in the whole Tianjing, no, in the whole world, and you can walk sideways when you go out.

The shopkeeper sent a smart boy to report to the boss quickly, and it is only polite to have the boss come to thank him in person.

And the chef, Le Diandian, went to stir-fry. It is not stupid to be a chef, and other dishes began to be fried.

Since then, Taihelou has been running wildly on the road of cooking, pushing Tianjing's gourmet business to a new height, and also opened the history of cooking in the Chinese nation.In the next thousand years, with the introduction of oil palm and brassica (rape), with oil, cooking has become more and more popular from the enjoyment of Tianjing nobles, and gradually developed major cooking styles in the north and south.

No further words.

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When the dishes came, Mu Ci could tell from the appearance that they were still undercooked. He was extremely picky about food, so he didn't eat with chopsticks.

He himself showed a little attitude, which may have a great influence on the chef, so he comforted him: "It's already very good, and there is a reward." Then he was hungry, turned around and leaned against the window sill, quietly watching the busy traffic outside, and the bustle of people.

Waiting for plum blossom buns.

Mu Ruosong looked distressed, if it wasn't for the pile of light bulbs beside him, he would have stepped forward to hug him, comforted him in every possible way, and coaxed him to eat.

Mr. Xian still didn't let Mu Ruosong go, and complained in a low voice: "How do you become a companion, you are serving me."

Mu Ruosong remembered that he would carry a snack bag with him, so he took it out: "Your Highness, let's have some snacks."

When Mou Yu was outside, his face was like ice and stones, and his words were like gold, so he naturally squeezed a piece of snack, without saying much, he put his arm around Mu Ci's shoulder, and stuffed the snack into his mouth.Mu Ci cooperated, and opened her mouth to eat dispensably.

Mou Yu feeds them piece by piece, which is done well in Hehuan Hall, so others can tell the intimacy at a glance.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of Xian Shizi and the others, but they also thought it was normal - I had heard for a long time that although the two brothers were not related by blood, they were better than being related by blood.

...,

Mu Ruosong was stunned. In fact, he was more familiar with feeding Mu Ci than Mou Yu, but...he really...really couldn't do it in front of outsiders, in front of his second uncle, and Mu Ci. Ci has any trace of intimacy.

It is to minimize eye contact, let alone call people "Ruo Que", and walk on the street with your lover hand in hand.

For a moment, he hated himself for not having the courage.

But courage needs to be supported by confidence. He... part of his confidence comes from Mu Ci, and a greater part of his confidence comes from his status as the grandson of Prince Ding's Mansion.And he himself has not yet had the confidence to fight for himself and be an enemy of the world.

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The shopkeeper personally came up with a few baskets of plum blossom buns, breaking the eerie silence in the wing room.After testing the poison with silver needles, everyone got a basket of buns.

At this moment, Shizi Xian turned into a god to assist, and pushed Mu Ruosong with his elbow: "Be diligent!" He motioned for him to wait on him quickly.

Mu Ruosong couldn't wait for the sound, so he quickly put a small bun on a small plate, carefully blew it cool, and softly persuaded: "Your Highness, try it, eat more if it tastes good, it's not good for your health to be hungry." He was really worried about his lover. Body, regardless of whether there are outsiders looking at it, handed the steamed bun to Mu Ci's mouth.

Mu Ci opened his mouth and bit the skin, the soup inside was a little hot, Mu Ruosong quickly found out, but he didn't care, moved close to Mu Ci's mouth and let him blow...so close that he almost kissed him.

Mu Guangxiao's eyes stared straight at the sight, and the eyeballs were rolling, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Xian Shizi was burying his head in eating, so he missed this scene when he didn't have time to look up.Suddenly...a sharp shout came from outside the window: "Catch the thief, catch the thief quickly..."

Mu Ci turned to look outside, and Mu Ruosong quickly sat up straight.

"Hey, which thief dares to steal things on the street?" Xian Shizi was very surprised, and several people stuck their heads out, seeing that the downstairs was indeed in chaos.

Mu Yongqing was more nervous, and said in a pleasantly surprised tone: "There are really little thieves, it's so rare, I haven't seen it for many years."

Xian Shizi also said to Mu Ci as if watching some western scene: "You are lucky, this scene is rare in ten years!"

Mu Ci asked: "Is the law and order in Tianjing so good?"

Is it so rare for a thief to appear?Isn't it strange that there are no thieves on such a bustling street?

Mu Ci thought she would be like Huaguo, but when she heard "catch the thief", most of the crowd hid away and watched the excitement, thinking that it had nothing to do with them, for fear of being hurt by the thief.

Unexpectedly, it is just the opposite here. Whether it is a peddler who is picking goods or a young man in a luxurious dress downstairs, when they hear the call to catch the thief, one by one put down their work and participate in the ranks of catching thieves. Almost everyone rushes. In the past to catch the thief.

Naturally, the little thief was soon unable to parry and was caught in one catch.The policeman is like the policeman of later generations, the last one arrives to kidnap the little thief who has been beaten into a pig's head.

Mu Ci clicked his tongue in amazement.

The people here are not selfish and indifferent, they just watch the bad guys commit crimes but remain indifferent.Instead, unite the power of the group to maintain social order.

Awareness is really high.

Mu Ci never concealed his lack of common sense. He asked his own doubts: "Why is everyone shouting for beating?"

Mu Ruosong explained in a warm voice: "The common people pay attention to the same fields and wells, go in and out of each other, watch and help each other, and support each other when sick. If someone sees death and refuses to help, sees difficulties, does not understand, sees thieves and does not care about injustices, as long as those who are present , One counts as one, and all of them will be caught in the Yamen to beat the board, asking questions, ignoring them, and not helping or not helping."

"Really?" This is much higher than the reward for being brave.

"Yes, Your Highness, the steamed stuffed bun is cold, eat some."

Mu Ci knew why Mr. Xian said that seeing a thief was rare in ten years. With this kind of rule of watching and helping each other, everyone would catch any thief, and there must not be many who dared to go to the streets to steal.

In the same way, it can be proved that there will be no similar plots of molesting good women in the street and selling themselves to bury their fathers in the Daxing Dynasty.

The Daxing Dynasty is really a good regime. The prosperity and prosperity created an excellent era, the people are very good people, the morality and etiquette have not collapsed, and the blood and bravery have not been wiped out by one incident after another.

Mu Ci liked this country more and more.He was in a good mood, and the steamed stuffed bun was cold. He grabbed Mu Ruosong's hand, and took a bite of the stuffed steamed stuffed bun.

The taste was not bad, Mu Ci just ate several of them, and then he fed Mu Ruosong to eat one as well.

Mu Ruosong quickly swallowed the buns, tried hard to keep his ears from turning red, and then peeked at Shizi Xian—his second uncle was busy destroying the buns, so he didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Breathe easy.

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Everyone's act of catching the thief not only shocked Mu Ci, but also shocked Wang Ziguang who was anxious to find someone.Yun Qi had already seen that a guard of the palace who was following Prince Xian was also in the process of catching the thief.He gave Yun Ding a wink, and Yun Ding followed.

Wang Ziguang is not an aborigine either, so he asked if he didn't understand, "Why are everyone catching thieves? Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

Yun Qi replied as a matter of course: "Jingzhao Mansion will pay the medical expenses and pension if you are injured, if you don't help, you will be punished by Jingzhao Mansion, and you have to pay for the wound medicine out of your own pocket."

Wang Ziguang lit a piece of wax for that blind thief—that baby also wore it, right?Didn't know Daxing had such a rule on the street.

……

Yun Ding asked about the whereabouts of Prince Xian.Yun Qi led Wang Ziguang into the Taihe Building.

Wang Ziguang has grown taller recently, so he doesn't feel ashamed to always ask Yun Qi to hug him.

There are guards at the gate of Taihe Building, some of them are from the palace, and some don’t know them. You can tell by their energy that they are first-class experts, and all of them have seen blood. Their sleeves are bulging. the crossbow.

Wangfu Dingfengwei knew Yun Qi and Wang Ziguang, so he quickly went up to report.

Xian Shizi wondered: "My little nephew hides from me every morning exercise as if hiding something. How could he come to me?" He ordered people to be brought up.

Wang Ziguang ran up and glanced...

Be good, no wonder the second uncle didn't go home, but actually had dinner with the king of Changle, oh, now the king of Chu, with this super beauty.

No wonder I don't think about it.

Wang Ziguang took another look at Mu Ruosong, and he blatantly fed the buns?Do you want to show your affection everywhere, or you will be struck by lightning.And you guys are so brave, the second uncle is still watching.

Who are the other two?With latex paint on his face and big red flowers, it looks disgusting.

……

Xian Shizi saw Wang Ziguang's black and white eyes rolling around, flashing all kinds of light rapidly, and deeply felt a headache for this nephew's ghostly inspiration.

"Nephew, what do you want from me?"

Only then did Wang Ziguang recall the thoughts of ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping past, burst into tears, and flung himself into the broad and soft embrace of Mrs. Xian: "Second Uncle, my mother is going to leave me to seek death."

"Nonsense!" No one knows Wang Ziguang's position in the girl's heart better than Xian Shizi.

When Mu Ci and Mu Ruosong heard that it was Chaoyang's business, they stopped eating buns and listened attentively.

"Really, second uncle, brother Mao Mao took me to my grandfather's yard to eavesdrop. My mother is explaining the funeral to my second aunt, saying that she will leave all her property to me, and send me to you and my second aunt to raise me. I have made a baby kiss, the third cousin. I don't want the third cousin, I just want my mother."

"What's wrong with your third cousin?" Xian Shizi asked, "Third cousin" Mu Ruli is his direct daughter, she is currently 12 years old.

Wang Ziguang: "..." Did Second Uncle get the point right?

Xian Shizi also came to his senses, and gave Wang Ziguang a look: "Let's save this issue for later, what does your mother want to do?"

"I don't know very well. The second aunt sneaked out and sent me to look for you, saying that my mother wanted to stab her heart and blood to die." Wang Ziguang continued to cry, whether the sky was about to collapse, or not, he complained, "I started from the morning. I've been looking for you everywhere for help, uncle, you won't go home after you go to court." He actually ran out to enjoy himself.

Mu Ci stopped eating the steamed stuffed bun, stood up and said to Prince Xian: "Go back to Prince Ding's Mansion first, don't really have any accidents."

"Okay, let's go back first." Xian Shizi also paid attention to it.

"Let's go too." Mu Ci grabbed Mu Ruosong and hurried downstairs.Mou Yu quickly followed.

Xian Shizi simply held Wang Ziguang under his arm and ran down quickly.

Counting the guards, the whole group had 200 people in total, and rushed back to Prince Ding's mansion.Along the way, Mu Ci told Mr. Xian what he had heard, while Mu Xi said, "It takes the heart and soul of blood relatives to save King Ding".