Hard to be a good wife

Sending the cheap father away, Tang Yue went back to his own room, next door was Wang Zizhao's room, unexpectedly he would also be neighbors with the prince, it felt pretty good.

The room was comfortably furnished, and it was still low-key luxury. Tang Yue went to bed early after being tired all day.

In the early morning of the next day, Tang Yue was woken up before dawn. He jumped out of bed in a daze and asked, "Is the patient having postoperative reactions?"

There was a servant kneeling in the room, startled by his reaction, he quickly replied on the ground: "No, Wang Zizhao eats breakfast every day, and the housekeeper asked the slave to inform the gentleman."

Tang Yue's mind is still not clear, "Chen time? What time is it?" He rubbed his hair and found that the tail of it was knotted, and he pulled it a few times irritably, his scalp was numb with pain.

But at last, the brain was fully awakened by this stimulation.

"Oh, this is asking me to get up and cook for Wang Zizhao. Does it need to be so early?" Tang Yue muttered softly, and then began to change clothes.

The little servant hurried forward to help, Tang Yue found that his hands and feet were quite agile, and he didn't smell like a maid, so he let him serve him with peace of mind.

The kitchen in Prince Zhao's mansion is very big, Tang Yue thought it was a big kitchen shared by the mansion, but after asking, he found out that the huge site was only for Wang Zizhao.

He clicked his tongue twice, rolled up his sleeves and started to work. Anyway, he was used to someone's pride, so he didn't want to be envious or jealous.

The housekeeper was frightened and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Tang Xiaolang, why don't you tell the cooks to do it?"

Tang Yue was cracking eggs, and he glanced at him when he heard the words, "Okay, but you have to make sure that I won't be blamed by your master, he said he wants me to do it myself."

Do you know what it means?

The butler twitched his face, chuckled embarrassingly, and stepped aside, but his eyes were fixed on Tang Yue's hand, as if he was afraid that he would poison him.

Tang Yue planned to make omelet rice for Wang Zizhao, cook a bowl of soy milk and wrap a bowl of wontons, which would be enough for him to eat until he was full.

There are all kinds of dishes in Wang Zizhao's kitchen, and they are very fresh at first glance. They must have been bought early in the morning.

He took a handful of vegetables, washed them, and was about to cut them, when he thought of something, he asked, "If I make breakfast now, won't it be cold when Prince Zhao wakes up?"

"..." The housekeeper glanced at the sky, and replied innocently: "No, it's only one hour before the hour, and Mr. Xiaolang has to speed up. I don't know what dishes you plan to cook?"

Tang Yue paused, and secretly complained: Whose breakfast takes two hours to prepare?

"Omelet rice, soy milk, wonton, half an hour is enough."

"This...only three?" The housekeeper couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

"Is this not enough? How much can your master eat? What does he usually have for breakfast?"

The housekeeper began to count for him one by one with his fingers. Tang Yue was dizzy. There were five kinds of barbecue and more than three kinds of porridge. He couldn't count all kinds of care.

Is this going to be a full banquet for one person?

"Your master is a pig?" Tang Yue asked angrily.

The butler's face changed suddenly, and he said with a straight face, "Xiao Lang, please pay attention to your words."

Tang Yue forgot that pig does not mean cute in this era, let alone a word that can be used in jokes, so he humbly admitted his mistake, "It was my mistake, please forgive me!"

He changed the subject, "However... Wang Zizhao is recuperating from his illness, so it's not suitable to eat big fish and meat, so let's follow my recipe."

He straightened his chest, and said with determination: "Fortunately, I stayed, otherwise it would be difficult for your master to heal if he was fed like this by you."

"Is that true?" The housekeeper was shocked. Could it be that Wang Zizhao's injury was not healed because the cook's cooking was wrong?

But their recipes have been approved by the Tai Medical Department.

Tang Yue replied with certainty: "Of course it's true, if you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do!"

"Of course I believe it, just follow Xiao Lang's orders." The housekeeper felt a little guilty when he thought of the dismal dishes on his master's table in the next month.

How can such a simple recipe be served on Wang Zizhao's table?

But Tang Yue was secretly proud, let Lao Tzu take care of you, so you don't want to eat delicacies from mountains and seas.

He made breakfast for two, and the housekeeper thought it was all for Wang Zizhao, and he was quite satisfied, thinking: at least the portion is not too ugly.

When Tang Yue went to look for Wang Zizhao with breakfast for two, the other party was already awake, sitting quietly on the bed reading a book, the morning light hitting his face was extremely dazzling.

"Ahem...don't look, let's eat first." Tang Yue put the dinner plate on the small table on his bed, sat down on the bed, and spontaneously divided half of the food between the two.

"..." With a spoon stuffed in his hand, Wang Zizhao asked uncertainly, "Why are you sitting here?"

"Eat." Tang Yue took a bite of a small wonton. The skin was thin and the stuffing was big. He also added shrimp, which tasted great, but he had to use tofu skin instead, which wasn't smooth enough.

Seeing that Wang Zizhao didn't move, Tang Yue scooped up a wonton for him, "Eat it quickly, try my handicrafts, I guarantee you will have endless aftertaste."

Wang Zizhao wanted to ask someone to come in and throw the rascal out, but for the sake of the delicious food, he gave up.

He put aside the wonton scooped up by Tang Yue, and tasted one by himself, his eyes suddenly became a little surprised and a little surprised.

It's not that he has never eaten minced meat before, but he didn't expect to make minced meat so delicious, even the soup was extremely delicious.

The omurice is also beautifully made. The orange skin looks very delicious. When you cut it with a spoon, the grains of rice mixed with green vegetables are also very appetizing.

"How does it taste?" Tang Yue asked proudly seeing that he liked it.

Wang Zizhao chewed slowly, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then nodded lightly, "It's okay!"

The simple two words are already a great affirmation of Tang Yue's culinary skills, Tang Yue said with a cheerful smile: "Is that enough for tuition?"

Wang Zizhao put down the spoon, took the water cup brought by the boy to rinse his mouth, then pointed to a box in the corner and said: "All the characters you should know are in that box, go and get a roll, let's start."

Tang Yue looked along his fingers, and saw that there was an extra box in the corner at some point, full of bamboo slips, which gave people a headache just looking at it.

In the days without paper, even learning to read and write is so impressive.

He finally understood why the level of knowledge in this era is low. Once the bamboo slips that take up such a space are placed at home, most people don't have a foothold.

After all, Tang Yue is not really illiterate. Wang Zizhao has a feeling of enlightenment after saying many words just once. Combining his font library and vivid pictograms, it is impossible to remember them.

If he hadn't seen that Tang Yue was really illiterate beforehand, Wang Zizhao would have thought he had been cheated.

Half an hour later, Tang Yue happily pushed the sand table in front of Wang Zizhao, "What, I'm not a bad student, am I? Will I embarrass you?"

This sand table was specially made by Wang Zizhao. When there is no paper, it is the best way to practice calligraphy.

Wang Zizhao stared at the words on the sand table, pointed out a few small mistakes, and then asked him: "You really couldn't write before?"

Although this word is not pretty, it doesn't look like a beginner either.

Tang Yue thought about it, and smiled shyly, "I wanted to learn calligraphy since I was a child, but unfortunately no one taught me, so I had to copy other people's calligraphy by myself, only knowing the shape but not the meaning."

Wang Zizhao accepted this explanation, which can also explain why Tang Yue's calligraphy has many small mistakes, which should be because he didn't learn it well before.

If Tang Yue knew that he thought so, he would definitely laugh a few times, he just habitually brought some habits from his previous life along.

Tang Yue roughly counted. There are hundreds of characters learned today, and there are at least a thousand characters in that box. When he learns the common characters, it will be almost the same.

When the study time was over, Wang Zizhao continued to deal with official business, while Tang Yue took people to study Mo.

Mo Ke is not as simple as a brush. He only knows the main materials. How to make it depends on these ancient people to experiment over and over again.

On the first day, they couldn't even make black ink, Tang Yue thought dejectedly: It seems that the golden finger is not easy to open, after all, he is not omnipotent, he can do everything.

For dinner this day, he served Wang Zizhao's table stewed old hen with wild mushrooms, big steak in sauce, golden shrimp balls, garlic scallops, mixed vegetables, and a steamed sea bass.

Wang Zizhao was still very satisfied with the food. In fact, he had eaten most of the ingredients on the table, but after Tang Yue's hands, the taste and appearance seemed to be completely different.

I don't know where he learned it from.

Tang Yue should be thankful that information is underdeveloped in this era. Not only is the transmission of information slow, but it is also difficult to check. The only relative of this body itself has died, and there are not many people in contact. It is understandable that Tang Yue is different from him in other people's mouths.

Of course, both Wang Zizhao and Liyanghou were puzzled that he knew so many things beyond the times, but the former needed his talent, while the latter wished that he could do everything, so naturally they tacitly did not regard Tang Yue as a monster.