Hard to be a good wife

Tang Yue followed the maid to the kitchen, and the cooks of the whole family were shocked when they saw a well-dressed son walk in, and they were even more shocked when they heard that he was going to prepare the son's lunch himself.

Tang Yue reported a bunch of ingredients, asked people to find them according to his requirements, washed his hands and began to order people to act.

One advantage of being in the big family's kitchen is that he doesn't have to do it himself, he asks people to find what ingredients he wants, asks people to make what he wants to do with them, and cuts them how he wants.

Cooking is even more convenient. These experienced cooks are much better at controlling the heat than him, and they can cook several pots at the same time, which is twice the result with half the effort.

But in this way, most of the kitchen is busy for him alone, and today all the distinguished guests in the house are waiting to eat.

Mrs. Qing, who was waiting for the guests in front, was stunned when she heard the news. It was all right, what did Mr. Xiao Lang from Liyang Hou Mansion go to the kitchen?

It's ridiculous to hear that they are cooking for their elder son. Every meal of the elder son is carefully prepared by a chef. How can he be used to the cooking skills of a young man?

But she couldn't stop it. In this mansion, the Duke is the one who really decides, and the Elder Son who can really do whatever he wants.

The confidant at the side reminded her in a low voice, and Mrs. Qing suddenly realized.

She twisted her waist and walked in front of the young masters, leaning slightly, "I heard that Mr. Tang Xiaolang is a good cook. Today, you young masters are lucky. Mr. Tang Xiaolang is showing his skills in the kitchen right now."

Anyway, if you make one table, you can do it, and you can make ten tables, just let the cook follow Tang Xiaolangjun's recipes.

Zhao Sanlang was catching someone playing with a wrench, and when he heard the news, he was discouraged, and his arm was easily knocked down.

He didn't mind either, he stood up and laughed loudly: "Don't play anymore, let's go to the table and wait for the meal. Tang Xiaolang's cooking skills are first-class, I guarantee you will eat your tongue!"

"Zhao Sanlang, the Duke of Zhenguo has not shorted your food, right? Why are you so hungry?" Xu Ziheng still didn't miss any opportunity to mock Zhao Sanlang.

It's not a day or two since the two have been at odds, and everyone is used to it, but the news that Tang Yue is good at cooking is a bit surprising.

At the beginning, they also heard the news from Zhao Sanlang, but they didn't take it seriously. Could it be that this young gentleman can really cook a table of delicacies?

Some people look forward to it, some people despise it, and everyone has different opinions on this matter.

A lot of people sneered, and one of the young men in white said loudly: "A majestic man, condescending to be a cook, not to mention the status of the Marquis of Liyang, and the reputation of our young master of Yecheng!"

Zhao Sanlang let out a hehe, and said with a sneer, "Your son Pei is still famous? Where did you come from?"

"Haha..." Everyone burst into laughter, that young master Pei Tie was pale, but he didn't dare to challenge Duke Zhen Guo's son-in-law.

Yecheng is not small, but it is not big. The aristocratic class has close contacts, and it is not so easy to keep secrets.

This son, Pei, is not a good bird either. He has done a lot of things to bully men and women, and his reputation is notorious.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Sanlang hooked the corners of his mouth, "Actually, it's nothing. Tang Xiaolang knows a lot. He can come up with countless recipes just by eating. It's not him who cooks himself. If you don't believe me, go to the kitchen and have a look. Let's see if Tang Xiaolang handles the spoon himself."

Although Xu Ziheng said that he didn't get along with Zhao Sanlang and didn't have much affection for Tang Yue, but he wouldn't attack him because of this, but instead helped him: "Mrs. Qing, why don't you take Young Master Pei and others to the kitchen?"

Mrs. Qing smiled, "It's not necessary. Before the manager came to report, Mr. Tang Xiaolang really only talked but didn't do anything. He is sitting in the kitchen drinking at the moment, and he still thinks the wine in the Duke's Mansion is not good."

Mrs. Qing covered her sleeves and laughed straight away, she never thought that the young man of the Liyang Hou Mansion was so interesting, it seems that when Mrs. Shizi came over, she would lose her right to be a housekeeper.

Although this is something everyone knows, she still has some thoughts in her heart.

That young master Pei couldn't hold back his face, and snorted coldly when he seized the opportunity: "Mr. Heng is well known for his good wine, and all the wines served in the mansion are first-class. His son Yue has a really good mouth!"

"So what? Even the king gave him a cart full of tribute wine, so it can't compare to the wine served in this mansion?" Zhao Sanlang muttered in a low voice, "Ugly people do more tricks!"

"Zhao Sanlang, you..." Gong Zipei was about to get angry, but he was quickly pulled back by his friend.

For a while, everyone lost their interest in having fun, and everyone was waiting to see what kind of delicacies the young master of the Tang family could make. To be honest, they didn't believe what Zhao Sanlang said unless they tasted it for themselves.

What's more, he only uses his mouth but not his hands, even if it tastes delicious, it's due to the cook of the Duke's mansion, isn't it?

"I heard that Wang Zizhao sent three cooks to the Liyang Hou Mansion. The cooks were rewarded to Wang Zizhao by the former king, and they were sent out like this. This shows the status of Tang Xiaolang in Wang Zizhao's heart."

"After all, he cured Wang Zizhao's legs. It's not just a pair of legs." How precious are Wang Zizhao's legs?Those legs couldn't walk normally, what he lost was the whole Southern Jin Dynasty!

So everyone knows that Tang Yue's contribution is great. Even if they didn't intend to make friends today, they didn't intend to become enemies. People as stupid as Gong Zipei are rare after all.

After waiting for nearly an hour, someone finally came to inform that the meal was ready, and Zhao Sanlang was the first to rush over, only to be muttered to himself by Young Master Pei: Starved ghost reincarnated!

After everyone was at the table, Mrs. Qing asked someone to invite the Duke. Today's banquet was specially designed to let their eldest son and Tang Yue get acquainted. I heard that the two had played in the Buddhist hall for an hour before. After the results came out, , Tang Xiaolang was going to the kitchen to cook for the son, but the son wanted someone to beat Tang Xiaolang out.

No matter how you look at this relationship, it seems that Tang Xiaolang offended the son, but Mrs. Qing couldn't refute the decision of the son, so she had to take this opportunity to move the master out.

Tang Yue watched the last dish come out of the pot, tasted it first, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, everyone's cooking skills are top-notch, and I will ask for rewards for you."

"Master, you are serious, and you cook according to your orders." To be honest, they have been cooks all their lives, and they have never seen anyone cook like this. It will definitely surprise the world.

"Ping Shun, come here!" Zhao Sanlang sat in the second place under the main seat, the first seat was the Xiaojun Wang, and the opposite was the seat of Heng Guogong's son. The importance attached to these two people.

Although Zhao Sanlang has not been conferred the title of heir, he is the only legitimate son of Duke Zhen. As long as there are no accidents, the position of heir must belong to him, so his status is comparable to that of Duke Heng.

The son of Heng Guogong was obviously afraid of him, and he was very reluctant to step forward, but he was brought up in front of him by the other party himself.

"Tell me, where did you and Tang Xiaolang go? What did you play?" Zhao Sanlang asked in a low voice.

He saw these two people going away hand in hand, and he didn't stop him because he thought of the relationship between these two families, and he firmly believed that Tang Xiaolang could not be bullied by this fat man.

Prince Heng had already changed into a set of clothes, but the maid who was waiting for him to change was still fainted at this moment, and his scars were tightly covered by him, not revealing at all.

After he came out of the Buddhist hall, he went to the toilet three times in a row. Now his legs are still weak, and his whole body is weak from hunger. He doesn't want to talk to Zhao Sanlang at all.

"Why don't you talk? Do you want to be beaten?" Zhao Sanlang secretly waved his fist, full of threats.

Tang Yue saw this scene as soon as he entered the door, and knew that his future brother-in-law had been bullied by Zhao Sanlang a lot in the past.

But it's understandable when you think about it. The two families have similar status, and their children and grandchildren grew up together. The Prince Heng is like an ugly duckling among a group of swans. It's no wonder he wasn't bullied.

Moreover, Zhao Sanlang would only pretend to be his grandson in front of Princess Huizhu's mother and son, and act prestige in front of others.

【small theater】

Zhao Sanlang: "Tang Yue, I have spoken for you, what can you say?"

Tang Yue: "Do you want to make a promise with your body?!"

Zhao Sanlang: "...Don't be kidding, my son's body and mind belong to the princess!"

Tang Yue: "What about the little county king?"

Zhao Sanlang: "That little pervert, let's talk about it when he grows up!"