Chapter 47 Not as good as Feng Langjun
"There really is something different." A cool air with a light and slightly sweet fragrance came out from the clay pot. Huang Yueying saw the things inside, and turned to the maid beside her and said, "Go, get a spoon and some Here comes the bowl."
After the spoon and bowl were brought over, Huang Yueying dug out the yellow-white paste from the clay pot, put it in her mouth and took a sip. Her eyes lit up and she nodded approvingly: "The fruit is delicious." She handed the spoon to Zheng Zheng. Zhang Xing looked at it eagerly and warned at the same time, "Don't eat too much, or you may get abdominal pain."
Zhang Xing took the spoon and immediately put it into his mouth. He couldn't bear the cold, so he opened it and took it out, smashed his mouth, then took another small bite and narrowed his eyes. It was ice-cold, sweet and smooth. It’s so delicious!
Here, Huang Yueying asked someone to bring two spoons and bowls, divided them into three parts, then pushed one of them in front of Xiahou, and said to Xiahou, "Try it. This Feng Xiaolangjun is not on the right path. These are quite positive things to eat." After saying that, he handed the smaller portion to Zhang Xing.
"This food..." Xiahou took a bite and was surprised to find that it was really delicious. "It doesn't look like cheese or ice. How it is made is really ingenious."
"Who knows?" Huang Yueying also took a bite, "I guess it was made by his master's secret method."
Xiahoushi hesitated for a moment, and then asked cautiously: "Is Feng Langjun really a member of the mountain sect?"
Huang Yueying pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "It's not wrong. A Lang and General Zhao have both confirmed it, and the boy himself has admitted it. It's a pity that he has a lazy temper."
"Alang met him that day and found that his conversation was extraordinary and his knowledge was extraordinary. At that time, he was promised a position in the army, but he did not expect that he would rather farm in the countryside than become an official."
"I went to see him a few days ago, and he said that he had only learned the art of Yi Ya and farming, but never the art of strategizing. I guess he made my family A Lang completely give up. For this reason, A Lang still He lost his temper and said that he was too young and naughty, and he didn’t know where he had such exquisite thoughts."
Xiahou nodded and agreed: "I heard that this boy is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and it is rare to be so lazy." As he said that, he glanced thoughtfully at Zhang Xing, who was engrossed in eating.
Xiahou didn't go out for a long time. In the past two years, most of the news from the outside world came to her from others.
The name Feng Langjun has been heard in her ears so many times these days. First, his son Zhang Bao was out of service and came back to scold people several times, saying that this son was a clever talker.
Later on, it was this son who gave his family a technique that was said to be uninherited from his master. Finally, his second son and daughter went to see him once along with the prime minister's wife.
After coming back, their respective opinions were different. My daughter never forgot the food there, while my son Zhang Shao said that Feng Langjun was very talented in literature. This Feng Xiaolangjun is really hard to see.
“You have met him in person, but you don’t know how to evaluate him?”
"There is a lack of progress." Huang Yueying put down the bowl and thought for a while, "General young men at this age all want to make contributions and do something in their careers. Unlike this boy, he seems to have seen through the world and has no desire for fame. Nothing."
"Everyone has his own ambitions. It may be that what the master learned was to teach him how to stand in troubled times. It is also unclear whether he wanted him to gain any fame or fame."
Xiahou is a virtuous person by nature. He comes from the Xiahou family. He has met many people. He is married to the world-famous Zhang Fei. From north to south, from east to west, he has never seen anything, and at least he has heard of it. Pass. Once you have seen through it, you will naturally no longer look at the surface like ordinary women.
She had a daughter as a queen and a son as a prince, which she felt was enough. The second son is more stable. As a civil servant, he doesn't have to go to the battlefield and doesn't have to worry so much. As for the second daughter, it doesn't matter if the family he marries is not prestigious, but it is good if he just wants peace. So I appreciate people like Feng Yong more.
"That's what my sister said. I've thought about this too. I just feel that it's a pity that he has the skills he learned from his master."
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The two talked for a while, and Huang Yueying stood up and left, saying that there was still a jar of ice cream in the house, and she was afraid it would go bad after a while, so she had to go back and bring it to the prime minister.
At this time, someone from the palace happened to come to report that the queen missed the young lady and wanted to take the young lady to the palace to play.
"Mom, I don't want to go to the palace, I want to eat ice cream." Zhang Xing acted coquettishly towards Xiahou.
Xiahou wiped the milk stains from the corner of her mouth and refused: "This can't be done. Eat quickly and go as soon as you're done. Don't keep your sister waiting for a long time. If you want to eat, I'll call you Brother Zhao another day. Bring some more back.”
I heard that Zhao Guang is hanging out with Feng Langjun today. It shouldn't be difficult to come and get this food.
Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and then said, "Mom, I want to go to Fengzhuang with Brother Zhao to play. Is that okay?"
"Didn't you like to go to the palace before? Why do you want to go to Fengzhuang again?"
"The emperor's brother-in-law is not fun. I am forced by the prime minister to read every day, but I can't play with me like before."
"Don't talk nonsense. My brother-in-law is naturally good. He is the emperor, so he must study hard and become a good emperor in the future."
“That’s not as good as Feng Langjun. Feng Langjun’s food is delicious and his speech is nice.”
“What’s a good way to sound it?”
"It means that I am, well," Zhang Xing pressed his lips with his index finger, thought for a while, and then said, "I am a graceful and shy girl, with no worries in the years..." This sentence was a compliment to her, and she remembered it well. , she later specifically asked her second brother, and memorized these words, "Brother-in-law can't say such things."
"You are a little girl, do you feel ashamed to praise yourself? I usually teach you how to read, but you don't have such a memory." Xiahou patted her on the head in an angry and funny manner.
Huang Yueying returned to the house and went straight to the backyard. She saw Zhuge Liang leisurely sitting in the pavilion playing chess by himself. There was a bowl beside the chessboard. The bowl was filled with ice cream that had just been delivered.
Looking up, he saw Huang Yueying coming over, with a smile on his mature and handsome face: "Xijun has returned home? Sit down, how about some ice cream? Although that kid's character is not very good, he is really good at making this food."
Huang Yueying sat across from him and shook her head gently when she heard the words: "I have already tasted it at Zhang's house. Although this food is delicious and can relieve the heat, it is too cold after all. Excessive consumption is not suitable for health. Just stop in moderation. .”
"What Mr. Xi said makes sense. It's just that all Li understand this truth, but few can control themselves. Seeing how delicious this food is, I couldn't help but eat more. There is still a small half left, which has been put into the well, about 100 meters away. You can also spend more time."
"Alang is more thoughtful. On the way, I was still thinking about how to keep this thing, but I didn't expect that Alang had already figured it out."
“Do you have anything to say to your wife, Junhou?”
"Why is Alang so anxious? This time when I came over, I just mentioned it and didn't dare to say more. Mrs. Junhou seemed gentle, but she was able to make up her mind, so she could only speak slowly. She was too anxious to speak. , I’m afraid it’s not beautiful.”
"Yes, I was too impatient." Zhuge Liang smiled to himself, picked up a sunspot, and dropped it casually.
“It’s just that this little girl is too young, isn’t she?”
“It’s just an engagement, but we won’t let you get married right away. What are you afraid of?”
“Of course I’m afraid that I’ll marry the wrong man, who is our niece after all.”
"Don't worry. Although that kid is naughty, he still has a good heart. Zhao Erlang told him to leave that time, and now he still runs to Fengzhuang every day. He is a person who values friendship."
"Too."
(End of this chapter)