Here Comes The Lady Chef

"Do you know, we are going to have a great man in Xianyang City?" Wen Ting put down his chopsticks, his face mysterious.

"Big man? Could it be an emperor?" Wen Shouzheng replied casually.

"Although it is not the emperor, it is almost the same!" Wen Ting laughed.

"Similar to the emperor ... Can it be the emperor's father?" Zhou said.

"Don't talk nonsense, the emperor died a long time ago two years ago! Smelly boy, there is a fart, let's not grind!" Wen Shouzheng was impatient.

"Listen to our Master ..." Wen Ting stood up, arched his hands to the north, opened his big eyes, and had a solemn look on his face, saying, "The Prince-in-law of the year Today, the emperor, the capital of the cabinet, the scholar of Yipin University, and the leader of Wenzhou Dachen, Mr. Song Tao, Yue Mingyang, will return to Xianyang to support him for years. "

He said, looking at the family members at the dinner table with deep eyes, his face filled with infinite respect.

Wu Zhoushi is a woman who naturally doesn't care about these, she only said "um" gently.

As for Wen Shouzheng and gentleness, he immersed himself in eating the food in front of him, without listening to Wen Ting's words at all.

Zhou Zhou said at this time: "His father, have you heard that? The Yin's distillery is about to run."

"That old turtle king eight, it's time to close the door!" Wen Shouzheng is gloating.

"Dad, now every major restaurant has begun to book our Chaolu wine. It seems that I have been busy this time!" Gentle answered.

喂 "Hello, didn't you hear what I said?" Wen Ting was annoyed.

"I heard you, we already knew that this big man was coming to Xianyang, you stinky boy in the school for a long time, it's really a hindsight!" Wen Shouzheng poked his mouth, clamped a chopstick above, and chewed carefully.

"How do you know?" Wen Ting pulled the stool and sat down, stretched his face to come over.

"Brother, Master Yin Zhao mentioned this, and Master Qiao from Drunk Xianlou also personally took care of him, saying that this Mr. Song Tao arrived soon, and he drove into the Drunk Xianlou to clean the wind as soon as he arrived! Day father brought everyone around the clock to prepare the recipe ingredients, so that's what happened! "Gentle explained.

"Oh, no wonder today there is eating above, it turned out to be the light of Daru! Dad, is our family's recent meals refurbished daily?" Wen Ting turned his face and laughed.

"You just read your book well, you don't need to worry about eating!" Wen Shouzheng yelled darkly.

"Dad, you do n’t know, Mr. Song Tao is very powerful! The disciples under the door are all heavenly pride, each one is the top spot in the list! Hey! If I can be lucky to be a student of Mr. Song Tao, how good it is! His explanation in one lesson was able to be dialed, and I must be able to enlighten my head! This is not the case now ... "Wen Ting said, his eyes glowed brightly, and then his mind faded again, and he sighed softly. .

"Oh? This great Confucianist is so good at what you say, can he do anything?" Wen Shouzheng asked coldly while holding his rice bowl.

"That's nature, think of Mr. Song Tao, knowing the astronomy and knowing the geography, the ancient history, the literary talent is omnipotent, and omnipotent!" Wen Ting once again stood up and arched his hands north, as if Mr. Song Tao was standing before him.

"Hum, I can't see it! Will he cook?" Wen Shouzheng pulled his lips and began to raise the bar.

"Dad! How come this is related to cooking again! Mr. Song Tao is a master Confucian, the master of the country, how can he be compared with the chef!" Wen Ting angered.

"Well, even the most powerful people have to eat! No one cooks for him, and he can't pull it up!" Wen Shouzheng continued to chop the rice in the bowl with three mouthfuls and continued, "Although our chef has a low status, he has No one in the world can do without it! The so-called people take food as the sky, and the chef is the key to carrying this day forward! "

"Dad was right! The world is big, the cook is the biggest!" Seeing Wen Shouzheng said the head is right, gentle and followed a steady buttock.

"This child! The school chef has learned badly with you, how can you marry someone in the future!" Zhou Shiyi laughed out loud.

Wen Tingyun sat aside, tilting his head and pondering the words that Wen Shouzheng had just said, which sounded indecent, but it really made sense.

I never imagined that there is a philosophy in the grains.

"Brother, do you want to worship Mr. Song Tao as a teacher?" Gentle seeing Wen Ting faintly, waving his hand in front of his eyes, asked with a smile.

想 "Think, all the students in the world think! But ..." Wen Ting sighed.

"When Mr. Song Tao comes to Xianyang, you will worship!" Said gently.

"Sister, how easy is it that you said! Mr. Song Tao is the most famous great Confucianist in the world! If you want to be his disciple, how talented and good ..." Wen Ting sighed, the last two The word "family" was swallowed into the mouth.

"Brother ... you eat vegetables." Gentle pursed her lips, stretched out chopsticks and clamped some dishes for Wen Ting.

My family didn't talk anymore, they only heard the sound of the chopsticks.

On this night, Wen Ting stayed up all night, reading books all night, his family ca n’t choose, and he did n’t have the slightest talent. Now if he wants to get ahead, only redouble his efforts and the stupid bird flies.

躺在 Gentle lying on the bed, it is tortuous.

In the previous life, Wen Ting failed three times in his childhood. He dropped out of school early and learned cooking with Wen Shouzheng. However, he was helpless to learn to cook and read books, but he was just a chore of washing vegetables and cutting vegetables. He had never been independent. Palm spoon.

Now that he is reborn, he still learns cooking with his father, but in the face of his brother, he is unwilling to be gentle.

I still have three childhood failures, but now my father is very kind and did not let my brother drop out of school.

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Be gentle and don't dare to think about it.

Unless, really, as my brother wanted, followed the great Confucian, as a student of Mr. Song Tao.

The next day, it was dawn.

"No, no, no, sir!" A soldier hurriedly fell down at the gate of Xianyang Fu's gate.

"What's the noise?" Fu Yin Zhao Jingyi apparently spent too much wine last night, sitting in the house with a look of sleepiness.

"Come, come!" The soldier was stunned, unable to speak.

"What's the panic? Who's here?" Zhao Jing casually raised his eyes.

"Mr. Songtao ... Mr. Songtao is here!" The soldiers stuttered even more!

"What!" Zhao Jingyi was shocked, "，" stood up.

He even brought that teacher's chair down and gave a loud noise.

"Where?" Zhao Jingyi asked urgently.

"I will be at the gate of the city!" Said the soldier.

Mr. Song Ruo, who is waiting right now, is here?

Nothing happened at all, without prior notice.

"Have a horse!"

敬 Zhao Jingyi quickly tidy up a few coats, with the master, casually ordered a few followers, hurried to the city gate.

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