[Red Mansion] Master is always taken away

Today, for some reason, the old man wanted to have dinner in the garden. Mother Jia just laughed when she heard it, and just took it as an interesting story. As long as the eldest son doesn't come to disturb her, she will burn incense and let him do what he wants.

Jia She only felt that the weather was warm and the flowers were blooming, but the house was gloomy. It was a pleasant day in his big garden, with a few plates of exquisite dishes and a few glasses of fine wine.

Because the old man was going to make a fuss in the garden at noon, Jia Lian had informed Wang Xifeng early and asked her to tell the girls everywhere not to go out and walk around, so as not to collide.

Daiyu, Sanchun, Li Wan and the others naturally shy away from it. Daiyu has an inexplicable feeling about this uncle. Anyway, this uncle is quite strange. She suppressed her thoughts and didn't mention it. After learning about Jia Amnesty eating in the garden, I became curious.

"If you want to go, just go, and tell me what uncle eats when you come back?" Daiyu laughed.

"It's not for food. It's just thinking about the old man's poems. If you are interested, you can't say a good word." Baoyu made an excuse, but it was true. Jia She's three poems and that The "Ode to a Sad Sister" has been spread outside, and it has won a lot of fame, but the scholars first praised it after hearing it, and then their faces changed when they asked whether the poet was Jia She. This reputation is natural Not a good name anymore.

"Go quickly." Daiyu pursed her lips and smiled, Baoyu said goodbye to the sisters, and then planned to go to Jia Amnesty's for a meal.

Although he was terrified of seeing Jia Zheng, he was not very afraid of his uncle Jia She. Maybe the old man treated him kindly, at least he never beat or scolded him very much. On the contrary, he occasionally pleaded for mercy on his behalf.

In front of Jia Amnesty were several stacks of meat dishes, chicken marrow and bamboo shoots, ham stewed elbows, steamed duck fermented in wine, and a bowl of Dongpo pork, but there was not even a single vegetarian dish.

After two sips of bouillon and two mouthfuls of food, Jia Amnesty felt his mouth was greasy. He happened to look up and saw Baoyu walking in front of him, looking this way.

"Master." Baoyu came over to salute.

Jia Amnesty smiled, "Baoyu, have you used it for lunch? If you haven't used it, these dishes are all yours. Your uncle is old and can't eat them anymore." He sighed.

Baoyu was taken aback by this. How did you say this?Jia Lian was eating and drinking aside. Just now he had his back to Baoyu, and now he also asked Baoyu to sit down.

In fact, Jia Lian is not used to eating alone with Jia She, who let the old man have a whim, this is a beautiful spring day, instead of going out for a stroll, he will accompany his old father to eat in the garden at home... Sigh...

Jia She glanced at Jia Lian indifferently, and snorted coldly with disdain: "You eat Baoyu, your second elder brother eats too much and he has a stomach full of fodder, but he has changed from a straw bale to a haystack."

Hearing this, Baoyu paused for a moment with his chopsticks outstretched hand, and looked at the old man in astonishment.

Jia Lian smiled wryly.

I don't know why the master these days, sometimes he will test his "knowledge" when he sees him.At the first time, Jia Lian thought that his father was deliberately embarrassing himself, but the subsequent times proved that the master was serious.

If it was in the past, when he was young, if the master could "educate" himself in this way, maybe he could still be like Big Brother Zhu, and he would be able to come back from the exam when he was a teenager.

Jia Lian didn't mention it in his heart, so he could only smile awkwardly at Baoyu, who looked at the two father and son suspiciously.

"My lord, are you full?" Baoyu asked after eating for a while, but the lord didn't move his chopsticks.

Jia Amnesty nodded, then shook his head again.

Baoyu looked puzzled.

Jia Amnesty patted Baoyu's head and sighed: "You are still filial, my son has never cared whether his old father is full or not." After that, he looked at Jia Lian with contempt.

It is serious to say that his son is unfilial. Jia Lian did not dare to bear the charge, so he hurriedly stood aside and asked, "Master, but the dishes are not to your liking?"

"It's too boring." Jia She commented, and for some reason recently, I feel that I can't eat the food I have eaten for so many years.

Jia Lian looked at the dishes on the table, and suddenly felt that they were too greasy, but the cook in Rongguo Mansion is an old cook, and the dishes are always like this, but looking at the old man who said "I'm not happy", Jia Lian suddenly felt all over. A jerk, feeling that his butt hurts, who let himself be this father. "Come on tomorrow, my son will find you a new cook." He hastened to make amends, as long as the old man "does well".

Jia Shen's temper Jia Lian is too clear, it is his own son, if he is not careful to serve him, Jia She will find a reason to beat him up.

"Cook..." When Jia She heard these two words, his tone became melancholy.

At this time, the sky seemed to be in the right place, "Quack, quack..." A few crows passed by, leaving a pile of "heavenly shit" dripping on the table where they were eating. Fortunately, the few people saw the opportunity quickly and escaped attack.

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The meal was a mess, and Baoyu had no hope for the old man to show his poetry, and planned to retreat, but saw the old man turned his back and looked deeply at the dishes on the table that were polluted by "heavenly shit"——

"Lian'er—where is our kitchen?" Jia Amnesty asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Jia Lian was stunned for a moment, but he only knew a general idea, the maidservants were going to the smoky place, he glanced at Xing'er, the servant beside him, and Xing'er hurriedly pointed out the way.

"Let's go to the kitchen." Jia Amnesty took the lead, not allowing Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu to ask any questions, and went on his own.

Jia Lian had no choice but to follow, Jia Baoyu was curious...

The three male masters came all the way to the big kitchen of Jia's mansion.

The master cooks in the kitchen were all surprised when they saw the person coming, but they hurried over to say hello, and the manager also came over to ask the master if there was anything wrong.

Jia She raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said "of course": "Nonsense! Of course I came to the kitchen to cook!"

"..." The kitchen steward's smile faltered, and then he realized that the old man was making fun of them.

Jia Amnesty walked to a stove that was still glowing with sparks, "If it's on fire, the master will show his hand." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and smiled at Baoyu and Jia Lian: "You two have a good meal today. Wait for the master to give it to you." Make some dishes."

"..." Jia Lian thought for a while, then took two steps forward, stopped Jia Amnesty with a fearless spirit, and said: "Master, let them do what you want to eat, why do you 'do it yourself'." Jia Lian The word "in person" really squeezed out from between the teeth.

In the past two months, apart from tossing about the servants and maids around him, the master has been quite stable. Jia Lian has heard about it for a long time. That time in winter, his father ran to the old lady and shouted, "I want to join the army." Well, it's really...hehe...

It's only been a few months now, and the master can't sit still anymore.

Jia Lian secretly clenched his fists. He couldn't imagine whether the master, who had never cooked before, would order the kitchen in a while!After that, they had no place to cook in Rongguo Mansion.

"A gentleman stays away from the kitchen... My lord, can you still cook?" Baoyu interjected.

Jia Lian glared at Baoyu, and sure enough—this remark was like adding fuel to the fire!

Jia She's face became serious, and he resumed his usual "admonition" state, regardless of whether Baoyu was his son or not, he said, "Baoyu, who told you that 'a gentleman stays away from the cook' is not allowed to cook? What does this sentence mean? ?"

Baoyu scratched his head. He glanced at Lian's second elder brother with a vague expression, only to see Jia Lian giving him a wink.

Baoyu doesn't know why.

Jia Amnesty didn't care about the cooking anymore, and stood in front of Baoyu in a coercive manner. As a respect for the honor of the chef, and the instinct of educating people, he couldn't help talking about "the story of a gentleman who cooks far away"...

Jia Lian next to him has no interest in learning, and Jia She's voice is like a magic voice to him, but poor Baoyu——

This is the first time I met Baoyu.

Feeling a bit gloating, Jia Lian coughed, and gradually moved his legs to the kitchen door, intending to "run away", but unfortunately Jia Amnesty discovered Jia Lian's intentions with the sharp-eyed instinct necessary to be a "people's teacher". .

"Lian'er, repeat what I just said." Jia She reached out to press the bridge of his nose, and suddenly realized that his eyesight is normal now. He coughed and put his hands behind his back, staring at him. With Jia Lian.

Jia Baoyu suffered a lot of torture, and Uncle Xi seemed to be worse than the master.Baoyu lowered his head and rubbed his toes, thinking that he would not take the initiative to come to the elder's place if he was killed in the future.

He also looked sympathetically at Jia Lian, poor Lian's second brother.

Jia Lian grimaced, "Master, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, which means that a gentleman should not mess with the kitchen..." For example, you are not a gentleman when it comes to cooking.Wu Sheng murmured in his heart, he regretted that he didn't listen well just now, or just ran faster just now.

After hearing his son's explanation, Jia Amnesty hated him for not living up to expectations.How did he give birth to such a son who is smart on the surface but a fool on the inside!

The important thing is, dare to look down on the chef?

"Don't get involved in the kitchen?!" Jia Amnesty started to sneer, his sarcasm skill was at full strength, reaching Jia Lian's heart: "I think you're capable of messing with flowers and messing with grass, if you can really "get messing with" a dish now Come out and give it to me to eat, and I will not care about your 'knowledge' in the future."

"Ah?" There was too much information, and Jia Lian's head was a little dazed, but Baoyu reminded him in a low voice: "The old man said that if you cook him a dish, he won't need to study in the future." After speaking, Baoyu looked at Jia Lian anxiously, The eyes are very envious!

Envious ass!Jia Lian realized that even if the master is telling the truth, can he cook?He has never even held a kitchen knife since he was a child.

"Hmph, I'm sorry you don't know how. Food is the most important thing for the people, don't look down on this one... remember?" Jia She said with a snort.

Jia Lian nodded, don't care what the master said, just agree first.This is Jia Lian's recent experience.

Baoyu pinched the hem of his clothes nervously, and suddenly said: "My lord, if I can cook a dish...is it...is it..."

"Speak as you speak, what a shame to be coy!" Jia She reprimanded.

When Baoyu heard this, he couldn't help but stand upright, and spit out what was in his heart: "If I can cook, don't I need to go to school?"

Before Jia Amnesty could say anything, Jia Lian looked at "silly" Baoyu in surprise after hearing this. This kid is stupid. This master is his own father, not his second uncle...

Can two masters be the same?

Jia She looked deeply at Baoyu, who moved uncomfortably.In the end, Jia She touched his smooth chin. Of course, he had shaved off the beard on his chin long ago. After all, the beard hindered his romantic and artistic image.

"Baoyu." He said earnestly, pointed at the lost lamb, and asked Jia Baoyu, "Do you like cooking?"

Baoyu nodded and shook his head again.

Jia She looked at him "seriously", but Baoyu said hesitantly, "I don't like it. It's more fun than going to school."

"This is the truth. Uncle has long seen that you are not a child who loves to read." Jia She gave Baoyu a commendable smile.

Baoyu was at a loss.

Jia Lian didn't know what kind of medicine his father sold in his gourd, but it didn't prevent him from mourning for Baoyu. If you listened to what the old man said, the consequences would be really disastrous!real!

——"Then Baoyu, what is your favorite thing to do?" Jia She smiled softly. Jia Lian thought it was a wolf-like smile, but Jia Baoyu didn't think so. It was the first time an elder asked him this question.

He thought about it seriously, and replied, "I like being with my sisters and sisters."

Jia She nodded and continued to guide, his tone was unexpectedly gentle: "I also like to stay with my family. Uncle understands you, so besides this, what else do you like to do?"

What Jia Amnesty said was "full of affection", Jia Lian, who is a son of man, almost covered his face. He didn't believe a word the master said, but Baoyu believed it.

Baoyu blinked, and said without thinking: "I also like to make rouge, and my sisters and sisters like it..." He smiled happily when he said this.

"Oh, rouge. Beauty products." Jia Amnesty nodded. This business is good. Even kindergarten children use moisturizing products, not to mention that when they are performing, all their faces are painted gaudy.

He is an open-minded educator, as long as he is not too outrageous, he has no objection to women's makeup and skin care.

"Baoyu, it's good to make rouge. Uncle supports you." Jia Amnesty commented conclusively, but he planned to educate this nephew enlighteningly, and made a suggestion: "Baoyu, you'd better be able to do the whole thing." All the rouge of the women in the world... the uncle admires you!"

"Ah..." Baoyu was completely confused, but he was still very happy in his heart. In the past, Jia Zheng always hated Rouge when he mentioned it. Research this. "My lord, what is the rouge of all the women in the world..."

Jia Amnesty didn't answer either, but just stared at Jia Baoyu.

Baoyu thought deeply for himself, reviewed what the old man said, and suddenly understood.If he could research the best rouge in the world and give it to daughters all over the world... wouldn't it be wonderful!Great job!

Saying this, Baoyu didn't wait for Jia Amnesty and Jia Lian to react, and ran back to her room to tinker with rouge.

It's just that Jia She frowned slightly and asked Jia Lian, "Did Baoyu say 'send' just now?"

Jia Lian nodded with a heavy expression.

"That's it." Jia She frowned, "But what I want is to let Baoyu sell it!" This instructive heuristic education seems to be a bit imperfect with Baoyu.

What's the difference between selling and giving...Jia Lian can imagine that when Baoyu said that the matter of making rouge was agreed by the old man-what kind of expressions the old lady and the second uncle and wife of Zheng would have, and "send it" and "give it to the whole world" daughter's home"!

Does their Rongguo Mansion have that much money?Even the one in the palace dare not speak such big words.

Jia Lian clutched her stomach and went back to Wang Xifeng's room.

"Second master, what's the matter with you?"

"My stomach hurts!" Jia Lian lay down weakly, sleeping with his head covered. Just now he heard a dream conversation between the old man and Baoyu, right?

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