The boss is dressed as cannon fodder

Miss Zheng still goes out today, preparing to continue to meddle in others' affairs and ruin her reputation.

The general's wife couldn't help it and said earnestly: "Aruo, you must promise mother and never do anything."

Before Miss Zheng could speak, the maids around her nodded hurriedly and smiled very sweetly: "Madam, don't worry, the slaves will definitely beat the bad guys to the ground, and they will not let the girl take action herself."

If you have to bother the girls to do something, it will look like these maids are so useless.

There were tears on the face of the general's wife, who was exactly the same as his daughter. She said to her daughter earnestly: "As long as you don't do it yourself, even if your reputation is not good, you can still marry into a good family by putting the blame on the maid... If you do it yourself... If someone sees her, she will definitely not be able to get married. "

As he said this, the weak general's wife couldn't help wiping her tears with a handkerchief, feeling heartbroken for her daughter.

Miss Zheng looked helpless, "Mom, a maid also wants a reputation."

Several maids quickly shook their heads and swore to the sky, "Don't worry, girl, we don't want a reputation."

They are not the kind of pampered maids from rich families. As long as there is a fight, they dare to roll up their sleeves. This place in the capital is so depressing that girls have to use a ruler to measure every step they take. If they don't move their muscles and bones, they will definitely die of depression.

The general's wife tried her best to persuade her: "In short, try to be gentle and virtuous." If you want to reveal your true nature, wait until after marriage.

Miss Zheng thought carefully for a while and asked the heart-wrenching question, "Mom, haven't I revealed my true nature enough now?"

Although she was in the capital, she had always been as cheerful as she could and never concealed her true nature. Her reputation was so bad that there was no way to save it. No one would believe her no matter how much she pretended.

The general's wife didn't know why, so she could only wave her hand feebly to signal her daughter to leave.

Forget it, it's not her fault that the daughter has developed like this, just hit her husband again at night.

It's all her husband's fault for turning her sweet and precious daughter into a slut. Will she have no choice but to screw her up in her own hands for the rest of her life?

**

The bastard was asking the boy next to him to grab a Hubian Xishi and bring it into his house. The Hubian Xishi didn't want to, so he cried and fussed all the way and struggled desperately.

At this time, a joking voice sounded: "Hey, isn't this a bastard?"

The bastard was furious. He couldn't bear to hear others calling him that. He suddenly turned his head and looked over. When he saw Miss Zheng's delicate and beautiful face, he was so angry that his liver ached, "It's you again!"

At this moment, old and new hatreds suddenly came to light.

The bastard said angrily, "You ruined my good deeds again. I'm telling you, I brought twice as many people today!"

Miss Zheng was leaning on the carriage and lazily motioned to the maid to move. Miss Zheng was still going out today, preparing to continue to meddle in her own business and ruin herself. reputation.

The general's wife couldn't help it and said earnestly: "Aruo, you must promise mother and never do anything."

Before Miss Zheng could speak, the maids around her nodded hurriedly and smiled very sweetly: "Madam, don't worry, the slaves will definitely beat the bad guys to the ground, and they will not let the girl take action herself."

If you have to bother the girls to do something, it will look like these maids are so useless.

There were tears on the face of the general's wife, who was exactly the same as his daughter. She said to her daughter earnestly: "As long as you don't do it yourself, even if your reputation is not good, you can still marry into a good family by putting the blame on the maid... If you do it yourself... If someone sees her, she will definitely not be able to get married. "

As she said this, the weak general's wife couldn't help wiping her tears with a handkerchief, feeling heartbroken for her daughter.

Miss Zheng looked helpless, "Mom, a maid also wants a reputation."

Several maids shook their heads quickly and swore to the sky, "Don't worry, girl, we don't want a reputation."

They are not the kind of pampered maids from rich families. As long as there is a fight, they dare to roll up their sleeves. This place in the capital is so depressing that girls have to use a ruler to measure every step they take. If they don't move their muscles and bones, they will definitely die of depression.

The general's wife tried her best to persuade her: "In short, try to be gentle and virtuous." If you want to reveal your true nature, wait until after marriage.

Miss Zheng thought carefully for a while and asked the heart-wrenching question, "Mom, haven't I revealed my true nature enough now?"

Although she was in the capital, she had always been as cheerful as she could and never concealed her true nature. Her reputation was so bad that there was no way to save it. No one would believe her no matter how much she pretended.

The general's wife didn't know why, so she could only wave her hand feebly to signal her daughter to leave.

Forget it, it's not her fault that the daughter has developed like this, just hit her husband again at night.

It's all her husband's fault for turning her sweet and precious daughter into a slut. Will she have no choice but to screw her up in her own hands for the rest of her life?

**

The bastard was asking the boy next to him to grab a Hu Cake Xishi and bring it into the house. The Hu Cake Xishi didn't want to, and cried and fussed all the way, struggling desperately.

At this time, a joking voice sounded: "Hey, isn't this a bastard?"

The bastard was furious. He couldn't bear to hear others calling him that. He suddenly turned his head and looked over. When he saw Miss Zheng's delicate and beautiful face, he was so angry that his liver ached, "It's you again!"

At this time, old and new hatreds suddenly came up.

The bastard said angrily, "You ruined my good deeds again. I'm telling you, I brought twice as many people today!"

Miss Zheng leaned on the carriage and lazily motioned to the maid to move.

What, according to his experience, the dead girl named Zheng can only act like a bastard.

With the ink on his face, he kicked the boy who was rolling on the ground and yelled: "Get up, you're in disgrace!" The dead girl named Zheng didn't like blood. She would hit people with pain all over the body at most, and would not be injured. Muscles and bones, these wailings are for him to see.

The boys immediately didn't dare to say a word, held back the pain all over their bodies, supported the bastard and left quickly.

The young master has never been beaten before and doesn’t understand that even if his muscles and bones are not injured, he will still be in pain for several days.

Miss Zheng watched them crawling away, and her interest suddenly waned. Her mother was still worried that she would take action, as bastards like this could not warm up her maids without beating them.

The tortoise who left found that no matter where he passed, there were people pointing fingers.

He barked fiercely at the passers-by, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen people painting bastards on their faces?"

The passers-by dispersed in a hurry, muttering something dirty.

The boy who was supporting the bastard said in a low voice: "Young master, is that the bastard on your face?"

"Not a tortoise? Could it be a turtle?" The tortoise frowned. By the way, what's the difference between a turtle and a tortoise?

"No, Miss Zheng mentioned it." The boy said softly.

Write on his face? The bastard was suddenly surprised, "What is it written?"

The boys looked at each other, then all smiled flatteringly and awkwardly, and said in unison: "Master, we are illiterate, can't we understand?"

It's not surprising for the bastard. He usually hates reading. The boys he picks are all unlearned and illiterate, and they can't understand a single big Chinese character.

There happened to be a poor old Confucian scholar on the street who wrote letters for others. The bastard kicked the old Confucian scholar's stall and asked arrogantly: "Poor old man, what is written on my face?"

The old Confucian scholar squinted his eyes tremblingly, came close to his face, and said: "I am a prostitute/thief, any mother will do..."

The bastard was so angry that he kicked the old Confucian scholar out, smashed his stall, and cursed: "Who the fuck is the thief? Anything that is a mother will do, I am very picky!"

The old Confucian scholar tilted his head and fainted.

Very good, this young man looks like a rich man, he will have someone to rely on for the rest of his life.

The boys were startled and immediately screamed, "Master, he is dead. Did you kill someone?"

The bastard's face changed greatly. No matter how many women in the house died, he was not afraid of it. After all, they had a contract to sell themselves, but when ordinary people were kicked to death by him, he had to take off several layers of his skin.

"Quickly, call the doctor immediately."

**

Miss Zheng didn't know that the bastard was being molested. She only knew that she was running out of patience.

"Stop!" She rushed towards a person. What, according to his experience, the dead girl named Zheng could only draw a bastard's breath.

With the ink on his face, he kicked the boy who was rolling on the ground and yelled: "Get up, you're in disgrace!" The dead girl named Zheng didn't like blood. She would hit people with pain all over the body at most, and would not be injured. Muscles and bones, these wailing sounds are for him to see.

The boys immediately didn't dare to say a word, held back the pain all over their bodies, supported the bastard and left quickly.

The young master has never been beaten before and doesn’t understand that even if his muscles and bones are not injured, he will still be in pain for several days.

Miss Zheng watched them crawling away, and her interest suddenly waned. Her mother was still worried that she would take action, as bastards like this could not warm up her maids without beating them.

The tortoise who left found that no matter where he passed, there were people pointing fingers.

He barked fiercely at the passers-by, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen people painting bastards on their faces?"

The passers-by dispersed in a hurry, muttering something dirty.

The boy who was supporting the bastard said in a low voice: "Young master, is that the bastard on your face?"

"Not a tortoise? Could it be a turtle?" The tortoise frowned. By the way, what's the difference between a turtle and a tortoise?

"No, Miss Zheng mentioned it." The boy said softly.

Write on his face? The bastard was suddenly surprised, "What is it written?"

The boys looked at each other, then all smiled flatteringly and awkwardly, and said in unison: "Master, we are illiterate, can't we understand?"

It's not surprising for the bastard. He usually hates reading the most. The boys he picks are all uneducated and can't understand a single big Chinese character.

There happened to be a poor old Confucian scholar on the street who wrote letters for others. The bastard kicked the old Confucian scholar's stall and asked arrogantly: "Poor old man, what is written on my face?"

The old Confucian scholar squinted his eyes tremblingly, came close to his face, and said: "I am a prostitute/thief, any mother will do..."

The bastard was so angry that he kicked the old Confucian scholar out, smashed his stall, and cursed: "Who the fuck is the thief? Anything that is a mother will do, I am very picky!"

The old Confucian scholar tilted his head and fainted.

Very good, this young man looks like a rich man, he will have someone to rely on for the rest of his life.

The boys were startled and immediately screamed, "Master, he is dead. Did you kill someone?"

The bastard's face changed greatly. No matter how many women in the house died, he was not afraid of it. After all, they had a contract to sell themselves, but when ordinary people were kicked to death by him, he had to take off several layers of his skin.

"Quickly, call the doctor immediately."

**

Miss Zheng didn't know that the bastard was being molested. She only knew that she was running out of patience.

"Stop!" She rushed to a

"You are responsible..."

The prince stretched out his trembling hand. He didn't know what Miss Zheng's hand was made of. It hurt when he hit someone. He usually practiced with the palace guards, but it had never hurt so much.

Miss Zheng, who has deep-rooted thoughts of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, nodded like a fool, and almost swore to the sky: "I will take responsibility, I will definitely take responsibility!"

Although it hurt, the prince still smiled.

Very good, he also has a princess now.

"It's just..." Miss Zheng said, "A good man does what a good man should do, can I hold my daughter accountable? I don't need my father, mother, and brother..."

The prince nodded naturally, "Of course you are responsible." He was not interested in other people, let alone the people in the princess's family.

Miss Zheng is more pleasing to the prince now. Although she has a mental problem and likes to pretend to be a beggar, she is sensible at least.

She stepped forward diligently to help the prince pat the dust off his body.

The prince reflexively took a step back.

Miss Zheng retracted her hand in embarrassment and explained weakly: "Well, I don't want to hit anyone. In fact, I am usually gentle and kind, kind and gentle. I can't help but feel sad when I see a beggar..."

So you must not blame my parents and family!

The prince was also a little embarrassed. He realized that his reflexive actions were not giving face to his future princess. This fight is just fun between husband and wife, a man who is afraid of pain has no wife! He understands!

So the prince coughed lightly, hiding his embarrassment and trying to look serious.

He said solemnly and elegantly: "In the past half month, I have been observing Miss Zheng. Miss Zheng is indeed virtuous and gentle. She is the best woman in Daqi."

Miss Zheng was flattered and a little elated.

Is she that good? Has someone finally noticed her merits? His Royal Highness is also known as a virtuous prince!

Sure enough, the loyalty and patriotism that his parents usually taught their family was correct, but now she wished that the soldiers would die for their confidants.

Several maids were a little worried. That was His Highness the Crown Prince, who was beaten into a dog by their girls. It would be strange not to take the opportunity to retaliate.

"Should we pack up and run away?" A round-faced little maid sighed, "Follow the caravan and we can reach the northwest in a month."

"I heard that people surnamed Huang are very narrow-minded." The oval-faced maid whispered, "Maybe they are just saying nice things with their mouths, but they are hurting in their hearts."

Miss Zheng couldn't help but think after hearing the maids' murmurs.

After tearing away the beggar's disguise, His Royal Highness's true appearance was very good-looking. He was an upright and gentle young man. When he looked over with a smile, his eyes were full of sincerity. She is still very confident in her own vision. It is not her fault. When she was in the northwest, she was very confident in her own vision.

"You are responsible..."

The prince stretched out his trembling hand. He didn't know what Miss Zheng's hand was made of. It hurt when he hit someone. He usually practiced with the palace guards, but it had never hurt so much.

Miss Zheng, who has deep-rooted thoughts of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, nodded like a fool, and almost swore to the sky: "I will take responsibility, I will definitely take responsibility!"

Although it hurt, the prince still smiled.

Very good, he also has a princess now.

"It's just..." Miss Zheng said, "A good man does what a good man should do, can I hold my daughter accountable? I don't need my father, mother, and brother..."

The prince nodded naturally, "Of course you are responsible." He was not interested in other people, let alone the people in the princess's family.

Miss Zheng is more pleasing to the prince now. Although she has a mental problem and likes to pretend to be a beggar, she is sensible at least.

She stepped forward diligently to help the prince dust him off.

The prince reflexively took a step back.

Miss Zheng retracted her hand in embarrassment and explained weakly: "Well, I don't want to hit anyone. In fact, I am usually gentle and kind, kind and gentle. I can't help but feel sad when I see a beggar..."

So you must not blame my parents and family!

The prince was also a little embarrassed. He realized that his reflexive actions were not giving face to his future princess. This fight is just fun between husband and wife, a man who is afraid of pain has no wife! He understands!

So the prince coughed lightly, hiding his embarrassment and trying to look serious.

He said solemnly and elegantly: "In the past half month, Gu Gu has been observing Miss Zheng. Miss Zheng is indeed virtuous and gentle. She is the best woman in Daqi."

Miss Zheng was flattered and a little elated.

Is she that good? Has someone finally discovered her strengths? His Majesty the Crown Prince, who is also known for his virtuous reputation!

Sure enough, the loyalty and patriotism that his parents usually taught their family was correct, but now she wished that the soldiers would die for their confidants.

Several maids were a little worried. That was His Highness the Crown Prince, who was beaten into a dog by their girls. It would be strange not to take the opportunity to retaliate.

"Should we pack up and run away?" A round-faced little maid sighed, "Follow the caravan and we can reach the northwest in a month."

"I heard that people surnamed Huang are very narrow-minded." The oval-faced maid whispered, "Maybe they are just saying nice things with their mouths, but they are hurting in their hearts."

Miss Zheng couldn't help but think after hearing the maids' murmurs.

After tearing away the beggar's disguise, His Royal Highness's true appearance was very good-looking. He was an upright and gentle young man. When he looked over with a smile, his eyes were full of sincerity. She is still very confident in her own vision. It’s not just her fault. When she was in Northwest

I really want to vomit. "

The queen was furious, slapping the table and angrily saying: "The government has long ordered to stop the production of corpse oil rouge, but there are still people who dare to risk the disapproval of the world? These businessmen really want money rather than their lives, and they can't sell the rouge made from corpse oil. Are you afraid that the dead will find them with their eyes still open? "

Daqi attaches great importance to the burial of people after death, but there are people from other countries who like to be cremated, and this corpse oil powder was invented by them.

At first, the corpse oil powder was sold very well in Daqi, and every noble woman disliked it. There were many concubines in the palace who were moved, but the queen's mother-in-law also made rouge, so she was very unconvinced and went out of her way to "learn from it" - well, the pirated copy didn't work, but she discovered the disgusting truth.

"Miss Zhang Si actually used corpse oil and rouge for the sake of beauty?" The queen was furious at first, and then doubted that she was the daughter of the Duke of the country, so she wouldn't be so ignorant.

The prince was not afraid of the queen's suspicion. He vowed: "Mother, next time you enjoy the flowers, please let someone get close to her to try it. The characteristics of the corpse oil rouge are particularly delicate and smooth."

This is what he and Jiang Bai saw with their own eyes, can they still fake it?

The queen put the matter aside and continued to flip through the book of fragrances, and then changed her choice.

"The daughter of the minister of household affairs is fair and tender, talented and motivated, and has a good reputation..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the prince say: "Yes, he is very motivated! Hearing that I wanted to choose the crown prince, I immediately quietly canceled the arranged marriage."

"Isn't that a moral problem?" The queen was furious again, "The royal family does not want to break up people's marriages."

The empress, who was still dignified and beautiful in her forties, drank several sips of water before she suppressed her anger and continued to flip through the family tree, "The granddaughter of Duke Lian..."

"I witnessed with my own eyes the bastard from Lian Guogong's palace robbing civilian girls on the street." The prince looked at his mother faintly, "Do you think if the bastard becomes the uncle of the state, will there be any innocent girls in the world? Little Yezi, tell me Mother, what a good thing that bastard did."

Queen: "..."

My son, after all, Duke Lian is a noble man, so don’t make it easy for him to just call him a bastard!

The little eunuch serving the prince immediately told the story of the bastard.

The queen was so shocked that she wouldn't pick anyone who was a female? No, the royal family cannot be related to the fireflies.

"The legitimate daughter of Mr. Lin's family..."

"Last month it was said that I cried when I saw the flowers withering, and now I am still in the hospital bed."

Queen: t_s Crown Princess cannot hurt the Spring and Autumn, don’t choose!

"How about Mr. Fang's granddaughter?"

"I heard that he is very stupid and can't even calculate an account."

Queen: (aShu) The Crown Princess is responsible for the next generation. What if a stupid mother gives birth to a stupid child?

"The grandson of Mr. Long's family is very sick."

The queen was furious, slapping the table and angrily saying: "The government has long ordered to stop the production of corpse oil rouge, but there are still people who dare to risk the disapproval of the world? These businessmen really want money rather than their lives, and they can't sell corpse oil rouge. Are you afraid that the dead will find them with their eyes still open? "

Daqi attaches great importance to the burial of people after death, but there are people from other countries who like to be cremated, and this corpse oil powder was invented by them.

At first, the corpse oil powder was sold very well in Daqi, and every noble woman didn't like it. There were many concubines in the palace who were moved, but the queen's mother-in-law also made rouge, so she was very unconvinced and went out of her way to "learn from it" - well, the pirated copy didn't work, but she discovered the disgusting truth.

"Miss Zhang Si actually used corpse oil and rouge for beauty?" The queen was furious at first, and then she doubted that she was the daughter of the Duke of the country, so she wouldn't be so ignorant.

The prince was not afraid of the queen's suspicion. He vowed: "Mother, next time you enjoy the flowers, please let someone get close to her to try it. The characteristics of the corpse oil rouge are particularly delicate and smooth."

This is what he and Jiang Bai saw with their own eyes, can they still fake it?

The queen put the matter aside and continued to flip through the book of fragrances, and then changed her choice.

"The daughter of the minister of household affairs is fair and tender, talented and motivated, and has a good reputation..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the prince say: "Yes, he is very motivated! Hearing that Gu wanted to choose the crown princess, he immediately quietly canceled the arranged marriage."

"Isn't that a moral problem?" The queen was furious again, "The royal family does not want to break up people's marriages."

The empress, who was still dignified and beautiful in her forties, drank several sips of water before she suppressed her anger and continued to flip through the family tree, "The granddaughter of Duke Lian..."

"I witnessed with my own eyes the bastard from Lian Guogong's palace robbing civilian girls on the street." The prince looked at his mother faintly, "Do you think if the bastard becomes the uncle of the state, will there be any innocent girls in the world? Xiao Yezi, tell me Mother, what a good thing that bastard did."

Queen: "..."

My son, after all, Duke Lian is a noble man, so don’t make it easy for him to just call him a bastard!

The little eunuch serving the prince immediately told the story of the bastard.

The queen was so shocked that she wouldn't pick anyone who was a female? No, the royal family cannot be related to fireflies.

"The legitimate daughter of Mr. Lin's family..."

"Last month it was said that I cried when I saw the flowers withering, and now I am still in the hospital bed."

Queen: t_s Crown Princess cannot hurt the Spring and Autumn, don’t choose!

"How about Mr. Fang's granddaughter?"

"I heard that he is very stupid and can't even calculate an account."

Queen: (aShu) The Crown Princess is responsible for the next generation. What if a stupid mother gives birth to a stupid child?

"The grandson of Mr. Long's family

Zi only felt that the smile hit her heart directly, just like the smile of the gods in the play that confuses all living beings, and her whole body felt dizzy.

Old Ji was even more upset. Ever since this god-like young man came to the manor, the hearts of all the women in the family were attracted by him, and they kept calling him Young Master Yulang all the time.

He had to be thankful that his youngest daughter was only five years old. Although she followed him around every day and kept calling him Brother Yulang, at least she would not fight for him like the daughters of the two most senior officials of the Jinzhou prefect.

Old Lady Ji smiled and gave each of them a piece of glutinous rice cake.

Old Ji was just proud that his mother still loved him and gave him the first piece of glutinous rice cake first, and then he saw the old lady bring the remaining large plate of glutinous rice cakes to Young Master Yulang.

Old Ji: "..."

"Master, this is a rustic dish. Please give me a favor."

The glutinous rice cake was fragrant and delicious. Jiang He ate it while praising: "Grandma Ji has great skills. This must be a hereditary method, right? Could it be that my ancestor was once a royal chef in the palace?"

Grandma Ji smiled so much that the wrinkles on her face looked like blooming chrysanthemums. "How can you say that you are a royal chef? This is what I thought of myself. I think it tastes good this way."

Jiang He's face looked more sincere. "It's a pity that Grandma Ji didn't enter the palace, otherwise she would be more than enough to be a royal chef."

Grandma Ji was even happier. She told her daughter-in-law, "Go buy two pounds of pork belly later. It should be more lean and less fat. Young Master Yulang doesn't like to eat too much fat." She said to Jiang He with a kind face, "Young Master Yulang, I will make you braised pork. I'm not bragging. This braised pork is the best in the area."

Then the village head was depressed to see that his wife, who was always demanding and always bought meat by ounce, agreed very happily.

In the evening, it is said that Jiang He, who was tired of studying, went into the kitchen. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Ji family asked him to leave because a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.

He won the tears of the women of the Ji family by saying, "I have a hard life. My grandmother passed away early. I feel particularly close to Grandma Ji and want to see what it tastes like to cook." They let him speak freely in the kitchen and point out how to make the rare braised pork delicious.

Ji Zhuangtou only felt that the world was so big, and he became so small, so small that his mother and daughter-in-law didn't even see him.

His eldest son patted his shoulder, "Dad, don't talk about you, grandma and mother have forgotten me too."

The eldest son and grandson are the lifeblood of the old lady! But since the arrival of Master Yulang, he has become a poor little thing that no one cares about.

The father and son stood there and sneered secretly, wanting to see how this noble young man, who was obviously a man, would apologize for the two kilograms of braised pork when he went to the kitchen to point out Jiangshan.

Then, it was so delicious that it made people cry, and it was better than the braised pork made by the largest hotel in the county.

The father and son were so full of food that they couldn't even lift their heads. The woman of the Ji family praised Master Yulang to the sky again.

The woman felt that smile hit her heart directly, just like the smile of the gods in the opera that made people crazy, and she felt dizzy.

Old Ji was even more upset. Since this young man who looked like a god came to the manor, the hearts of all the women in the family were seduced by him, and they kept calling Master Yulang all the time.

He had to be thankful that his youngest daughter was only five years old. Although she followed him around every day and kept calling him Brother Yulang, at least she would not fight for him like the daughters of the two eldest officials of the Jinzhou prefect.

Old Mrs. Ji smiled and gave each of them a piece of glutinous rice cake.

Lao Ji was just feeling proud that his mother still loved him, so she gave him the first piece of glutinous rice cake first, and then he saw the old lady bring the remaining large plate of glutinous rice cakes to Master Yulang.

Old Ji: "..."

"Master, this is a rustic dish. Please give me a favor."

The glutinous rice cake was fragrant and delicious. Jiang He ate it while praising: "Grandma Ji has great skills. This must be a hereditary method, right? Could it be that my ancestor was once a royal chef in the palace?"

Grandma Ji smiled so much that the wrinkles on her face looked like blooming chrysanthemums. "How can you say that you are a royal chef? This is what I thought of myself. I think it tastes good this way."

Jiang He's face looked more sincere. "It's a pity that Grandma Ji didn't enter the palace, otherwise she would be more than enough to be a royal chef."

Grandma Ji was even happier. She told her daughter-in-law, "Go buy two pounds of pork belly later. It should be more lean and less fat. Young Master Yulang doesn't like to eat too much fat." She said to Jiang He with a kind face, "Young Master Yulang, I will make you braised pork. I'm not bragging. This braised pork is the best in the area."

Then the village head was depressed to see that his wife, who was always demanding and always bought meat by ounce, agreed very happily.

In the evening, it is said that Jiang He, who was tired of studying, went into the kitchen. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Ji family asked him to leave because a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen.

He won the tears of the women of the Ji family by saying, "I have a hard life. My grandmother passed away early. I feel particularly close to Grandma Ji and want to see what it tastes like to cook." They let him speak freely in the kitchen and point out how to make the rare braised pork delicious.

Ji Zhuangtou only felt that the world was so big, and he became so small, so small that his mother and daughter-in-law didn't even see him.

His eldest son patted his shoulder, "Dad, don't talk about you, grandma and mother have forgotten me too."

The eldest son and grandson are the lifeblood of the old lady! But since the arrival of Master Yulang, he has become a poor little thing that no one cares about.

The father and son stood there and sneered secretly, wanting to see how this noble young man, who was obviously a man, would apologize for the two kilograms of braised pork when he went to the kitchen to point out Jiangshan.

Then, it was so delicious that it made people cry, and it was better than the braised pork made by the largest hotel in the county.

The father and son ate so much that they couldn't even lift their heads. The woman from the Ji family once again praised Young Master Yulang to the sky.