The little man of the champion family

Duan Muyun was at the side trying to help, but in the end he didn't understand anything and would only help more and more. After realizing this fact, Duan Muyun fell silent, silently put down the leaf in his hand that he had broken into two pieces, and whispered: "I still Just watch from the side."

Su Qinghan smiled, "Can you help me peel the garlic cloves?"

This he will!Excitedly, I carried a basket to the side to peel the skin.

Su Qinghan wanted to prepare Mu Yueshi's food first and asked the guards to give it to him. He looked around at the dishes. As expected, it was the peak season for shrimp. He sent them shrimp every three days. Su Qinghan was fine, he liked to eat aquatic products, but Mu Yueshi was afraid His face was going to be black.

Peeled the prawns and picked out the prawn threads, marinated them with seasonings, and was looking for starch. He suddenly remembered that there seems to be no starch in this era. He wanted to make shrimp eggs. If there was no starch, the shrimp would be old, but there was no way , can only make do with it.

I made scallion egg rolls, stewed duck with potatoes, sweet and sour pork ribs, garlic cabbage for Yue'er, and a can of shrimp wakame soup that was so fresh that I lost my teeth. I asked the guards to deliver it to Mu Yueshi himself every day. Start working on your own lunch.

Duan Muyun was so envious, the smell was delicious, "Qing Han cooks differently, I have never seen these dishes before, it is really his luck that Mu Zhuangyuan married a good wife like you .”

Su Qinghan smiled: "It's just some home-cooked dishes, not worth mentioning."

Because of Duan Muyun's presence, he made a few more dishes today, such as fried egg with shrimp, sweet and sour pork ribs, white meat with garlic paste, lettuce in oil, and shrimp wakame soup for Yue'er, so he won't cook it again.

After eating a meal, Duan Muyun's stomach turned round, and he insisted on finishing it even if he couldn't eat it, and it was so clean that he didn't need to wash the dishes, Su Qinghan smiled: "If you can't eat it, don't force it, I'll just do it next time. "

"No, you can't waste food. I'll just walk back later." Duan Muyun finished eating the last piece of ribs, and put down his chopsticks gracefully. In fact, in noble etiquette, tea can't be drunk to the bottom, and dishes can't be mixed. Only here he How dare you be so presumptuous.

Xiaomei sent someone to clean up the table and brought them fragrant tea. Duan Muyun took a sip and suggested to Su Qinghan sincerely: "Qinghan, your skills are more than enough to open a restaurant. If you are interested, I bought a few restaurants a few days ago. I’ll give you one, maybe it can surpass Yuezhong Building when it’s opened.”

Su Qinghan's heart moved, he was planning to do this, it was too boring in the capital, growing vegetables and feeding chickens was still too generous these days, he had nothing to do in his spare time.

If, like other people, he can still attend some flower parties, tea parties, poetry parties, or reading and writing every day, but these things are the most troublesome things for him, and he has only been to that little brother's meeting when he makes friends and travels.

It would be good if he opened a restaurant to keep him busy. According to his mind, although he won't make much money, it should be possible to not lose money. It's just that this idea has not been perfected, and he didn't tell Mu Yueshi.

Duan Muyun mentioned it, of course he was very moved, but he couldn't do the thing of asking for a restaurant for nothing, "Okay, let me do the calculations."

When Duan Muyun heard what he said, he immediately felt that there was something going on, "Don't worry, don't worry, take your time to figure it out, I'll tidy up the store first, and open the store right away after you figure it out!"

Su Qinghan really started to plan on this matter. He asked Xiaomei for a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Xiaomei was so shocked that she almost hit the wall. You know, Su Qinghan fell asleep when he saw this.

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you?"

Su Qinghan was speechless, "I just want to write something..."

Xiaomei brought him a brush, ink, paper and inkstone. She hadn't used a brush for a while, and was very unfamiliar. It took a long time to get used to writing a barely readable character.It was Mu Yueshi who taught him this calligraphy at the beginning.

When Mu Yueshi decided to take the imperial examination, the whole village was shocked. Everyone came to the mud house and asked him over and over again. In the end, the village chief sighed heavily.

"At the beginning of the month, you have to know that the imperial examination is a road of no return. How many people are taking the exam, including those sons of aristocratic families, how sure are you that you can win them? Moreover, the imperial examination requires a huge fee. How can Brother Han afford it? miss you?"

Mu Yueshi remained silent, he wasn't worried that he would fail the exam, what he was worried about was that his brother would suffer because of him.Su Qinghan smiled: "Village Chief, it's okay, I'll just work harder."

"No, I'll settle the expenses myself, so I don't need to worry about Qinghan. It's just that I've been away for several years. I hope that when I'm not around, everyone can help me take care of Qinghan and don't let others bully me."

Su Qinghan didn't agree with pinching him, "What are you talking about, you have already lost too many others at the starting line, how can you be distracted from making money, it's useless for me to keep the money, it's still of great use to you."

Su Qinghan has studied history and of course knows that the imperial examination is difficult. The famous poem: "The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day." The owner Meng Jiao was 46 years old before he was admitted to the first prize.

Many people have read poetry and books since they were children. Compared with them, Yue'er is more than ten years behind, so the pressure is naturally great. It doesn't matter if he fails the exam, but Su Qinghan is worried that he will have trouble with himself.

Su Qinghan said: "Yue'er, I hope you don't mind whether you can get the first prize or not."

"Don't worry, I will definitely pass the exam, and I must be the champion." Mu Yueshi promised, he had an inexplicable confidence in himself.

The ancient civilization is very different from the modern one. Su Qinghan felt dizzy after reading those awkward poems and proses with many strokes. A master's degree from a top university looks like an illiterate, who can't even write with a brush.

Fortunately, the cultural level of the ancients was not high, and Mu Yueshi didn't find it strange. He was well-equipped in both civil and martial arts. He taught Su Qinghan to read and write, and Su Qinghan helped him grind ink and lay paper.

Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are very expensive, and he is reluctant to write with ink. He always writes with black charcoal on the ground, or writes on mud, and he will not write on paper until he is satisfied.

At first he thought that he was going to fall into hard study, but he never expected that writing poems and fus would be something he could do at his fingertips. He just thought about it for a while, and the poems and essays automatically popped into his mind.

He knew that it might be his memory before he lost his memory. He could write poems, kung fu, and martial arts. He could understand with his toes.

He didn't know what his life was like before, but he was very satisfied with his current life, and he never wanted to leave Su Qinghan's side again. If he couldn't remember it, he would rather not think about it again for the rest of his life.

His memory loss may be God's will, let him forget the past and start over.

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