Your Majesty, it's polite

The sky was slightly bright, and Tang Yunshu was awakened by the continuous thunder, and stroked his stinging forehead and called Mahayana.

The sound of rain hitting the window edge, the wind chimes outside the roof shook violently, and the crisp and messy chimes entered my ears.

Mahayana pushed open the door, came in with hot water, and the humidity in the air rushed in, making people shiver suddenly.

"My lord, there is a heavy thunderstorm outside."

Putting the water tray on the table, Mahayana's hair and shoulders were wet, and he turned around and hurriedly closed the door.

Tang Yunshu asked him to come over and rub his forehead, and leaned against the head of the bed to suppress the stinging pain.

"Bring me a bowl of hangover soup."

"Don't worry, son, the little one is ready."

Knowing that the son will suffer from drunkenness, the first thing he does when he wakes up at dawn is to cook a bowl of hangover soup.

He picked up the small bowl from the table and handed it to him.

Tang Yunshu didn't talk nonsense, he was as bold as drinking, and drank it all in one gulp.

A quarter of an hour later, Tang Yunshu felt much refreshed, got up to wash up, and immediately woke up when the warm water was slapped on his face.

"My lord, luckily you weren't too drunk last night."

Mahayana thought of his young master's drunk appearance, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like to be seen by Patriarch Yan?

His son, drunk, is completely different from the current Wen Yaqing.

"What's for breakfast today?"

Throwing the towel to Mahayana, Tang Yunshu sat at the table and drank a glass of warm water.

This is what my uncle asked me to do since I was a child. Drinking a glass of warm water is the first thing I do after getting up every day. It can help the body circulate and detoxify, which is very beneficial.

The brothers of them have developed habits since they were young.

Mahayana put the plate on the shelf, and said with a smile: "The seafood porridge made by Qingquan today will have to wait for a while, little one, go and have a look?"

Qingquan's cooking is very delicious. After he came here, he contracted all the work in the kitchen, not only three meals, but even the desserts were exquisite.

As soon as the door was opened, the wind and rain blew in, and the coolness rushed all over the body.

Tang Yunshu looked at the rushing rain, the wind was strong, and the bamboo's waist was bent by howling, and the fallen leaves were blowing up with the wind and rain.

Turning his head, he happened to see Xiao Yiting stepping out from the next room, with his ear turned towards him.

Mahayana poked his head from the kitchen and yelled through the dense rain: "My lord, do you want to add beef?"

"Whatever, put more coriander."

He loves the smell of cilantro, it's delicious.

Mingyue glanced at her prince with some meaning. Their prince really hated coriander.

Xiao Yiting fell into deep thought, the thunder broke up his words, but did not reach his ears.

Qingquan and Mahayana unexpectedly had a tacit understanding and brought the noodles to the round table in the hall, inviting the two masters to take their seats.

Tang Yunshu thought of the wrong kiss last night, and was about to let Mahayana go back to the house face to face, but Xiao Yiting said, "We want to enjoy the rain together."

Xiao Yiting didn't know why he blurted out like that, even Mingyue and Qingquan were stunned.

Master, it is inconceivable to invite others to have breakfast together.

Tang Yunshu took a seat opposite him, looking at the beef noodles covered with coriander in front of her, holding her chopsticks with a smile: "How were your eyes last night?"

"Much better, almost no pain at all."

After searching all over the world for famous doctors, he thought that he would never see the light again in this life, but who would have thought that Wen Shu would have such heaven-defying medical skills.

He knew a thing or two about Wen Shu back then, and he could also understand the reason why he hid in Jingcheng.

Originally, I just wanted to give it a try, and I didn't want to have such great luck.

His nose shrunk, Xiao Yiting smelled a coriander smell that disgusted him, and his mood suddenly sank: "Why put coriander?"

There was a strong displeasure in these words, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was disgusted.

Qingquan immediately stepped forward and said, "Master, the coriander is from Mr. Tang's bowl of beef noodles."

Tang Yunshu clearly caught the disgust in Xiao Yiting's eyes, and suddenly he had a bad taste, with a smile on his elegant and beautiful face: "Brother Yan, do you like coriander? Coincidentally, I like it too. I forgot to put it in Qingquan. I'll give you some Bar."

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a handful of coriander, and threw it into his bowl.

Mingyue and Qingquan gasped, and looked at Tang Yunshu as if they were ghosts.

Mr. Tang, are you getting impatient?

Since Xiao Yiting lost his sight, his ears were particularly sharp, and he knew how to behave by listening to the wind, so his face suddenly sank.

"Young Master Tang, Master doesn't like coriander."

Qingquan picked up the serving chopsticks, quickly picked up the parsley in the bowl and put it on a small plate next to it, took it away and threw it away.

Tang Yunshu raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Brother Yan, you're so delicate."

Bang, the plate in the hands of Qingquan outside fell to the ground and shattered into thousands of pieces.

Mingyue looked at the master's dark face, and her heart was terrified, Mr. Tang, you are really amazing.

Xiao Yiting tilted his head slightly, and suddenly said something that he couldn't beat: "Young Master Tang, I'm suddenly curious, what do you look like?"

Even the bright moon and the clear spring, who are accustomed to beauties, admire it, so it must be extremely beautiful.

Tang Yunshu's gentle and jade-like face was full of evil spirits: "It's enough to admire yourself in the mirror!"

Mahayana burst out laughing, and gave his son a thumbs up, and the son took another big step on the road of narcissism.

Xiao Yiting picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head to eat the noodles, there was still a faint coriander smell in the noodle soup, but his disgust was a little less, and he could barely eat it.

Tang Yunshu watched him finish the bowl of noodles without changing expression, and blurted out: "Brother Yan, please eat durian some other day."

Such delicious food should be given to him to taste.

Those who hate coriander will definitely hate durian.

The medical clinic was boring, and he found that teasing this beauty merchant always put him in a good mood.

It is half his credit for his eyesight to heal, no matter how many teasings.

Who knows, Xiao Yiting could clearly hear the maliciousness in his tone.

Xiao Yiting put down his chopsticks, and calmly wiped his lips with a silk handkerchief, his manner was extremely elegant: "Yes."

He believes that there is no more disgusting food in the world than coriander.

Within five days, Xiao Yiting knew that he was too naive.