The courtyard where Zhang Yuan lives can't hide secrets.

The iron pot was built, and Zhang Yuan also used it to cook a dish with good color and flavor.

Two pieces of news have reached Zhuo Wenjun's ears since last night.

Early this morning, Zhuo Wenjun came to visit again, but he didn't find Zhang Yuan in Zhang Yuan's room.

Her personal maid lifted Xiao Qing, who was curled up in a ball, on Zhang Yuan's bed, and dragged it in front of Zhuo Wenjun with just a piece of clothing.

"Miss, this is wearing nothing and is lying on Zhang Gongzi's bed. Do you want to teach this a lesson, let her know that not everything can be moved? ”

The people around Zhuo Wenjun thought that Zhang Yuan was Zhuo Wenjun's face, and they were naturally angry when they saw that a maid dared to compete for favor in front of the master.

"No, she didn't do anything wrong.

Xiaoqing raised his head, let me ask you, where did Zhang Yuanren go? ”

Xiaoqing's current mood is called a complicated, in fact, she also thinks that Zhang Yuan and Zhuo Wenjun have a leg, yesterday I really didn't figure out why Zhang Yuan was so good to her, and she had nothing to repay Zhang Yuan, and she just had this thin body, so she made such a ridiculous move.

"Miss, the son really wasn't with the servant last night.

The maid never dared to deceive the eldest lady, and the son just said that he was not sleeping here and left.

The servant didn't know where the son had gone. ”

Zhuo Wenjun's eyes narrowed slightly, obviously he didn't believe what Xiao Qing said, and was about to let someone teach Xiao Qing a lesson, but the door of the left wing opened at this time.

"It's early in the morning and I don't let people sleep, what kind of noise."

Zhang Yuan walked out sleepily and stretched, thinking that Xiaoqing was arguing with the other servants in the courtyard, so he shouted.

But when he opened his eyes completely, he found that Xiaoqing knelt in front of Zhuo Wenjun, and his face was like seeing a ghost.

"What, I got you into trouble?"

Zhang Yuan immediately lowered his arrogant head like a rooster.

"The villain didn't dare, the villain really didn't know that the eldest lady had arrived.

The words I just said were unintentional, and I ask the eldest lady to forgive me. ”

Zhuo Wenjun looked at Zhang Yuan, and then at Xiaoqing who was kneeling on the ground, thinking that last night's beauty threw himself into his arms, Zhang Yuan also chose to live in a separate room, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I didn't expect you to be a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade.

When my brother was your age, he had already married and had children. ”

Zhang Yuan knew what Zhuo Wenjun was referring to, obviously he was sarcastic about his own aspect. So he smiled awkwardly.

"Miss, how can a villain be compared to the young master of Zhuo Mansion.

The villain knows that he has no ability, and he doesn't dare to delay others, and he hopes that the eldest lady will not misunderstand. ”

"Okay, I don't care about your private affairs, as long as you have the ability to let the maids up and down the Zhuo Mansion go to your bed, I won't interfere more.

For now, take me to see your iron pot, and go to the kitchen to see if it's not as magical as you say. ”

Zhang Yuan couldn't wait to skip the topic just now, picked up the iron pot placed on the side of the bucket and went with Zhuo Wenjun.

At this time, it was still early in the morning, and the cook of Zhuo Mansion was preparing a meal for the master's family.

Servants and maidservants are not entitled to breakfast.

Seeing Zhuo Wenjun coming, all the people in the kitchen put down their work and retreated to the side to give Zhuo Wenjun a salute.

"Free up a stove for him."

As she spoke, she pointed to Zhang Yuan behind her.

Zhang Yuan took the iron pot and walked to the stove he used yesterday, and took away the crockpot placed on it without waiting for others to come and clean it up.

The seasonings and ingredients in this kitchen are still the same as yesterday's, and Zhang Yuan made another one according to yesterday's stir-fried meat.

Xiao Qing was the only one here besides Zhang Yuan who had eaten this dish, and her eyes were about to fall into this dish when it came out of the pot.

Zhang Yuan took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Zhuo Wenjun with both hands.

Zhuo Wenjun stretched out his slender jade fingers and took the pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of lean meat and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, Zhang Yuan couldn't see any change in her expression, if she hadn't said a word later, Zhang Yuan thought that Zhuo Wenjun had lost his sense of taste.

"Put this delicacy in the food box, take your pot and go with me to my father."

Delicious dishes can hit people's hearts like poems, Zhuo Wenjun must have been moved, yes, yes.

"Whoa."

......

This is the first time Zhang Yuan has seen the head of the Zhuo family, Zhuo Wangsun, and the owner of this body before he crossed over has no way of knowing whether he has seen Zhang Yuan or not.

This is a middle-aged man who is nearly forty years old, half a head taller than Zhang Yuan, and his angular face tells Zhang Yuan that this is a man who has gone through vicissitudes, and his eyes can reveal a hint of cunning and shrewdness.

"You're the one Jun'er said to be the reader?"

Zhuo Wangsun didn't ask about the iron pot and the food box, as if he didn't care at all about these two abrupt objects appearing on this occasion.

"Returning to the head of the family, it's just that the eldest daughter loves the villain, and it's just a false praise."

"I've read the poems you wrote, what Jun'er said is true, I didn't expect that my Zhuo Mansion could produce a young talent, and it can be regarded as a beautiful talk when it is passed on."

Except for the first time when Zhuo Wenjun saw those ten poems, he never gave Zhang Yuan a good face. Today, the real boss of the Zhuo family said this about him, which made him a little embarrassed, and he was thinking about a wave of business blowing and touching the texture of the big guy's thick legs, and Zhuo Wenjun on the side couldn't wait.

"Father, Wen Jun came today to discuss important matters, you should try this dish and then talk about it."

Zhuo Wangsun obviously liked his daughter to the extreme, and without asking why, he picked up the chopsticks and tasted the stir-fried meat with Chinese cabbage that Zhuo Wenjun brought out of the food box.

Although this dish is already a little cold, and the texture and taste have dropped a little from when it was just out of the pot, it is still the best dish that Zhuo Wangsun has eaten in the past forty years.

"There is such a delicious meal in this world, and it was made by the chef in the house?"

Zhuo Wenjun tugged at her father's cuffs and pointed at Zhang Yuan.

Then an unbelievable expression appeared on Zhuo Wangsun's face, to be honest, if Zhuo Wenjun hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this dish was made by Zhang Yuan.

In this era, except for the real good eaters, no scholar would do this kind of cooking.

"You really cooked it?"

"Returning to the head of the family, it is indeed done by the villain, but it is only by using this iron pot that it can have such a taste."

Zhang Yuan picked up the iron pot that had been washed and handed it to Zhuo Wangsun, and after Zhuo Wangsun got it in his hand, he slowly asked.

"What's so amazing about this thing?"

"Father, you also ate the dish just now, and the taste is so delicious, I am afraid that no other chef in the world can make it.

Even Chang'an City, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, couldn't find a chef who could cook such dishes.

If you think about it, only our Zhuo family can produce such utensils, and over time, the people of the Han Dynasty all use such iron pots to cook dishes, but it is not difficult for our Zhuo family to leave a name in history. ”

Zhuo Wenjun retold the beautiful future described by Zhang Yuan to her to Zhuo Wangsun, Zhuo Wangsun Nai Shu County Huge Rich can know how much fame and wealth this iron pot can bring to him with a little calculation, without Zhuo Wenjun to say, he can also imagine that picture.

Killing decisiveness is the character honed by Zhuo Wangsun in business for many years.

"Okay, Zhang Yuan, you will be the steward of the Zhuo family's workshop in the future, and you will be responsible for the creation of this iron pot, and as for the sale, you will hand it over to Jun'er."

Seeing that Zhuo Wangsun had the reaction he hoped to see, the plan in Zhang Yuan's heart could begin to take the first step.

"Master of the family, please forgive the villain for not being able to take up the position of workshop steward, in the villain's opinion, now is not the time to produce iron pots."

Although Zhuo Wangsun valued Zhang Yuan very much, he still felt a little angry when he heard Zhang Yuan refute him.

"Huh? What did you say? ”

ps: Readers, enjoy the poor budding new writer a bite of food, and ask for tickets.

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