"Mother, Daddy...... See what delicious food I've brought you and Daddy? ”

"Ouch, what's delicious, come and give Daddy a taste......"

"Hey, this tastes really good, Guanyin, you try it."

"Well, it's fragrant and smooth, and this chicken actually has a faint fragrance."

"Yes, yes, my husband also feels that there is a fragrance, and I feel like I have smelled the fragrance of lotus leaves."

"Lotus leaves?!"

"My mother is so powerful, yes, yes, this is wrapped in lotus leaves and baked."

"Huh...... Little son, where did these lotus leaves come from? ”

"I went with Brother Cheng to pick it in the lotus garden."

“…… Sure enough, Cheng! Old! Three! ”

"Daddy, mother, what's wrong with you? It's scary. ”

"It's okay, daddy is okay......"

"Oh, come, Daddy, I'll feed you...... Mother, I'll feed you ......"

“…… That daughter-in-law, you eat slowly, the old man is a little tired, you have to go back first, little son, grandpa will come to you tomorrow to play. ”

“……”

"Zhao Kun, tell Cheng Laosan that the kid dares to get close to the Lotus Garden again, and the old man will break his legs."

"No!"

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A few more days......

"Dad, mother, I'm bringing you delicious food again."

Li Mingda, who was jumping up, seemed to want to pull his grandfather Li Yuan over, Li Yuan shook his head with a smile and refused, looking like he had a ghost in his heart.

This made Empress Changsun and Li Shimin, who had just come back from enjoying the scenery outside the palace, slightly shocked and looked at each other.

"That kid, are you going to enjoy the lotus garden again?" Li Shimin smashed his mouth, and his face turned a little dark.

The virtuous and virtuous eldest grandson queen, at this moment, the smooth forehead is also faintly visible.

At this time, Li Mingda had already come to the front, and Li Yuan finally stabilized the posture of the elders. Don't be afraid, it has nothing to do with the old man anyway.

"Little son, tell my father, I went to the lotus garden to pick lotus leaves today?"

Li Shimin stretched out his hand and hugged Li Mingda in his arms, scratched her cute little face and began to knock on the side.

"No, what I did today is not called Hua Chicken, it is another delicious and good thing."

Li Mingda's little face, which was originally baby fat, has become more and more round and cute these days, and his face is full of red light.

"Oh, that mother should have a good taste." Empress Eldest Sun breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't continue to pound her favorite lotus flowers.

Holding Li Mingda, he walked into the Imperial Palace, and with Li Mingda's greeting, the eunuch with the food box stepped forward quickly.

From the food box, two plates of one-inch thick bamboo tubes with a dark color were taken out, like a fire burning.

"Huh? This, this ......" Li Shimin and Empress Changsun looked at the bamboo tubes with dumbfounded expressions.

“！！！” Li Shimin's whole person is not good. This is really not a lotus leaf......

But this feels very similar to the few beautifully shaped ink bamboos near the Great Treasure Hall.

"This is, roasted bamboo?" Empress Changsun saw her husband's blackened face, raised her hand and gently patted her husband's arm.

Poor husband, huh...... Cheng Saburo's stinky boy, what kind of brain is it?

first picked the lotus leaves he liked, and then went to cut the bamboo that his husband liked.

"No, Brother Cheng said that this is called bamboo rice, but it is fragrant, father, mother, you can taste it......"

"Hehehe...... Cheng Laosan, good ...... Hmmm, yes! Taste! No! Wrong! ”

"Daddy, why do you like to grit your teeth when you talk?"

"Yes, hahaha...... It must be that you read it wrong, little son, wait a minute, daddy has something to do......"

Li Shimin walked to the door of the hall with a dark face, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then summoned Zhao Kun.

"Go, tell Cheng Saburo's bastard boy, if he dares to touch every grass and tree in this palace, I won't kill him."

looked at His Majesty's murderous and extremely corrupt appearance.

Zhao Kun struggled to maintain a serious expression and obeyed the order.

This Cheng Laosan, why don't you know Ansheng Ansheng?

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The bamboo rice is really delicious, but it is made of tribute rice from the south of the Yangtze River, and it is also mixed with ham grains and bowl beans......

Not only the fragrance of rice, the strong aroma of ham, but also the unique aroma of bamboo, mixed together, people can't help but want to take a few more bites.

Cheng Chubi patted his stomach and looked at the bamboo tubes scattered all over the place, which was very beautiful.

Cheng Liang straightened his belly, looked at the five or six bamboo tubes left on the desk, and couldn't help but shake his head with some regret.

"Childe, this thing is so delicious, but it's a pity that I can't eat it, alas, I didn't expect that the rice in the south turned out to be quite delicious."

"Childe, it seems that General Zhao Kunzhao is here." Cheng Guang pointed to the entrance of Qingyou Pavilion and reminded.

Cheng Chubi had to stand up, this hairy uncle was Uncle Li's head of the guard, and he couldn't afford to mess with him.

Zhao Kun walked quickly to the front, and when he saw Cheng Chubi saluting him, he actually gave a full sigh.

Looking at the bamboo pieces scattered in front of the case, as well as the thin bamboo branches and bamboo leaves that had not been cleaned up.

Zhao Kun also gave a thumbs up to Cheng Chubi with a happy face.

"Yo, Cheng Sanlang, you really have the ability, a few days ago, I just picked a lot of Niangniang's favorite lotus leaves."

"This time, I cut down a lot of the bamboo that His Majesty likes."

"Your Majesty likes bamboo?" Cheng Chubi heard this, looked at the scattered bamboo pieces on the ground, and lay a big groove in his heart.

"No one told me, if I knew, I wouldn't have cut it."

“…… Alas, Your Majesty asked Zhao to come over and pass a message to you, if you dare to touch every grass and tree in the palace again, Your Majesty will personally clean you up. ”

Cheng Chubi nodded helplessly and said yes, but he didn't expect that the plants that Uncle Li and his family liked were not of the same type.

Zhao Kun finished the order, but he didn't leave immediately.

His eyes swept over the three points of Cheng Chubi's master and servant, who were full of oil, and his eyes fell on the bamboo tubes that had not yet been opened.

"Uncle Zhao, why don't you have a try? The taste of this thing will definitely not disappoint you. ”

"Cheng, then I'll taste one, huh...... It tastes really good......"

The wind swept away the remaining bamboo tubes, and Zhao Kun, who was full, finally slapped his ass with satisfaction.

left Cheng Chubi, an unborn culinary genius, to continue to grieve and mourn.

Isn't it just to get some food to enrich this difficult Jiucheng Palace career? Alas, life is difficult.

Cheng Chubi paralyzed back on the couch and patted his belly, that's it, what's the point of not moving a grass or a tree?

As long as you have a brain, what kind of food can't be made? Or...... Tomorrow on the hour mutton hot pot to have a good skin?

In the eighth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, Cheng Chubi's ninety percent palace holiday was so bland and boring......

Having said that, on the Chang'an side, I don't know if the three younger brothers who are mischievous will go to the house to expose the tiles all day long without their own control.

But thinking about it, with my father's suppression and the deterrence of the two brothers, there shouldn't be anything serious.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't know if he has continued to exercise according to the plan he has made, and he doesn't know if he will be a healthy man when he returns to Chang'an.

By the way, and whether Wu Mei, a bright girl in the early stages of puberty, continues to develop......

cough, it's wrong, it's wrong, I don't know if I'll often come to the house to get medical books to copy.

The Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty already has a taste of home for Cheng Chubi, who is gradually integrating into this era.

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"Third Brother Cheng, it's so boring......" Li Mingda learned from Cheng Chubi, sitting on the pony, and between the two, there was a plate of small dried fish.

You take a bite, I take a bite, eating small dried fish, watching the scenery of this quiet pavilion from summer to autumn, as well as those chrysanthemums that are gradually blooming.

"yes...... Sort of. Cheng Chubi stuffed a small piece of dried fish into his mouth and said casually.

"Third Brother Cheng, what are you going to do today?"

Cheng Chubi leaned against the big tree behind him angrily, and said weakly.

"Lotus leaves can't be picked, bamboo can't be cut, and not a single grass or tree in this ninety percent palace can be moved, otherwise, your father will let me snow in August in Jiucheng Palace."

"Snow in August?" Seeing Li Mingda's dazzling eyes, the black-faced old man who was leaning on the soft couch and pretending to sleep also raised the corners of his eyes.

Cheng Chubi hurriedly snorted and perfunctory. "It's nothing, I just want it to snow sooner."

"Well, I also like to play in the snow, but unfortunately my dad doesn't like it, he always likes to read, and he reads during the day and at night......"

"This proves that Your Majesty is a diligent and loving king."

"Third Brother Cheng, come and see, this chrysanthemum is so beautiful." Li Mingda nodded, swept his eyes, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly.

Cheng Chubi was also attracted by her actions, and saw a brilliant and dazzling golden dragon claw chrysanthemum.

"Ouch, it's really good, hmm......" Cheng Chubi subconsciously turned his head and wanted to beckon Emperor Li Yuan to come over and admire.

I only saw that the old man, who always liked to doze off at noon, had already snored, but I saw the wrinkles at the corners of his old face's eyes.

Cheng Chubi turned his head again, looked at this dragon claw chrysanthemum, and couldn't help but be amazed.

"Your Highness, look at this chrysanthemum, and then look at your grandfather, what do you think it looks like?"

Li Mingda made a small face seriously, glanced at his grandfather's side face, and carefully looked at the chrysanthemum in front of him, and couldn't help but light up his eyes.

"It's a little like my grandfather's here......" Li Mingda said very seriously, nodding his finger at the corner of his eye.

"Hehe, the minister can teach your Highness an adjective called chrysanthemum old face, which means that the wrinkles on the old man's face are the same as this chrysanthemum."

"Wow, Third Brother Cheng, you know so much."

Li Mingda's eyes lit up suddenly, he thought about it, picked a chrysanthemum, and then ran towards Li Yuan with his short legs.

Cheng Chubi was a little confused, what did this girl want to do.

Li Yuan suddenly felt a little itchy in the corner of his eyes, and opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his good granddaughter standing in front of him and looking at him seriously.

I couldn't help but laugh, and was about to speak, when I heard the good granddaughter cry out excitedly.

"Grandpa, look, your smile is like a chrysanthemum."

“？？？” Li Yuan sat up with a confused expression, stretched out his hand and scratched his cheeks, dropping a dragon claw chrysanthemum.

"Grandpa, just now Brother Cheng taught me an adjective, let me use it to describe you, grandpa." Li Mingda's serious expression.

Li Yuan took several deep breaths in a row, and his nostrils had already begun to spew out green smoke. "Say, what a way to describe that bastard boy."

"He said that grandpa laughed like a chrysanthemum, so grandpa's face was an old chrysanthemum face."

The next moment, His Majesty the Emperor Taishang, who was old and frail, picked up a stick and took a vigorous step.

Cheng Sanlang, who was able to lift the top, could only hug his head and run away, and Li Mingda, who was as glamorous as a spring flower, giggled.

happily put the plate of dried fish on his lap, ate it deliciously, and cheered for his grandfather from time to time.

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is still dressed in a bearded clothes, dressed as a man's martial artist.

A few books that had been copied were placed on the desk of Cheng Saburo's house.

"Uncle Fu, Cheng Sanlang, hasn't he come back yet?"

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