Hearing someone talking outside, the mother who was picking up the garden behind wiped her hands and took the little girl out, and asked as she walked: "Yulong, who is coming?" ”

Mao Yulong went over to support his mother and introduced King Xin lukewarmly: "This is His Royal Highness King Xin, the current emperor's younger brother." ”

When the mother heard that it was the emperor's younger brother or the dignified King of Xin, she was frightened at the time, and quickly pushed Mao Yulong away, trembling and about to kneel: "Old woman Zhang, please say hello to His Royal Highness King Xin." ”

Mao Yulong stared at Zhu Youzhen deadly: "If you dare to take my mother's knees, I will kick you to death right now and let you be a hundred." ”

The magic of the kind old lady, that is the demon file to kill the demon, the Buddha file to kill the Buddha. As soon as Zhu Youzhen saw Mao Yulong's mother, the orphan's longing for maternal love was overflowing. Before his mother knelt down, he stepped forward and helped him up directly: "Oh, old lady, I don't dare to be worshiped by your old man, it will make me lose my life." Helping up the mother who was still trembling slightly, he took a step back and bowed to the ground at the mother in a proper manner: "The boy greets the old lady, the old lady." ”

The mother returned the salute again and again with sincere fear: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, it's really a long life, really." ”

The two of them bowed like this, but they solved the situation of the two people who were like Mao Yulong and him fighting cocks just now.

Although Mao Yulong still took a distrustful attitude towards Zhu Youzhen, he also eased up a lot. But he still has a respectful attitude towards him, and in order to get rid of this annoying future boss, he deliberately asked his mother: "You have eaten early in the morning, I will serve you food." ”

Originally, if he said this in front of outsiders, it was an obvious eviction order. As a result, the old lady also owed, so she politely asked King Xin: "I don't know if the prince can eat it?" This is a polite sentence of the common people, the person who asks is unintentional, and the person who answers should be: "I have eaten." "And then everyone is not embarrassed, forget it. If you go out and take a look, the streets of the capital are full of questions and answers, and even the thatched houses are all this routine.

As a result, I don't know if it's Tong Yan Wuji, or if this kid is a starving ghost, or if he really likes to take advantage of a small advantage, Zhu Youzhen replied directly: "I wanted to come over early in the morning to see if Mao Yulong had real talent and learning, but I really didn't eat it." ”

It's really embarrassing now, and even my mother doesn't know what to say.

A prince was asked if he ate it, but he didn't eat it to tell the truth, but the prince could say it again: "Then you can go home and eat." Or, "Then let's take a bite here." "And the most important thing is, how can a dignified Ming prince eat at his own home? How to entertain yourself.

"Old lady, I'm really hungry, I'll try your old craft."

Yes, this really doesn't treat yourself as an outsider, this rubbing has reached the point of being so shameless.

When my mother heard that the prince was going to eat at her own home, she panicked at that time, and finally Wang Chengen relieved the siege: "Mother, don't panic, our prince is a thrifty person, and it becomes a common meal. ”

"But, how can you let the prince eat the food of our small family, hurry up, I'll go to the street to set a table." But the mother still frowned and stomped her feet: "However, the best on the street is not as good as the one in the palace, what can I do." ”

"Old lady, the little prince is right, I don't usually eat well, and the things that my brother and sister-in-law and I eat in the palace are really - how to say it, there are a lot of tricks, but they are all like goods, and they are all cold, and they are not delicious at all." Then he looked at his entourage: "I usually hang out, and then I eat at roadside stalls, small restaurants, etc., and the taste is actually much better than in the palace." From time to time, I quietly brought some back to my brother and sister-in-law, and they were happy. ”

Mao Yulong covered his face, this guy was also very fat, so he bought a roadside stall for the current emperor and queen to eat, in case anyone knows, get him some mouse medicine, then it will be repaid.

Since she said so, the mother relaxed, quickly took off her apron, took some copper money from the house, and dragged the little girl to the street to buy vegetables. Wang Chengen instructed Xiao Shunzi Xiao Jizi: "Go and follow the old lady, don't buy too expensive, and also help the staff and staff of our prince to eat what he likes to eat, and help carry some of it." ”

In fact, this is also Wang Chengen's kindness, firstly, it is true that this prince is simple and not easy to eat and drink, and secondly, he is afraid that he will really eat the prince, and Mao Yulong also has a shirk.

When the few people were gone, the small courtyard stopped again, so two sat and one stood, staring at each other and not knowing what to say.

"Say it." King Xin didn't have the cold face and arrogance that he had just come in, but stretched his neck and said to Mao Yulong with an expectant face.

Mao Yulong asked in wonder, "What do you say?" ”

"I'm still waiting for you to go into battle to kill the enemy."

He hadn't forgotten about it, so Mao Wenlong had no choice but to sigh, then picked up the posture and slapped his hand on the table: "The book continues from the above, and the last book says that the pirates invaded Hangzhou, and there was a Hangzhou prodigy at that time, surnamed Mao Yulong——"

With Xiao Shunzi and Xiao Jizi to point out, my mother came back from buying vegetables. Not to mention, according to the guidance of the two little eunuchs, Zhu Youzhen's selection of meals is really not big, they are all home-cooked, and they are mainly vegetarian. Of course, my mother also wants to make a hometown rice noodle for King Shin here.

Making rice noodles is not a simple matter, first of all, you have to grind rice to make flour. In the kitchen of this house, there is really a small stone mill, and it seems that the original owner is also a foodie.

Mao Yulong grinds it himself.

"What happened, what happened?" Zhu Youzhen helped out, and stretched his neck nervously like a fart to ask.

Mao Yulong is really out of luck at this time, who let himself experience his story on a whim, and tell the ups and downs of his story and storytelling, but a cold Zhu Youzhen became a book fan, which is still addictive. "What's next—"

The dishes on the table are indeed delicious, especially the fresh rice noodles, bone broth as the base, plus autumn spinach, covered with a few thin slices of beef, which is even more amazing. This is a freshness that Zhu Youzhen has never tasted, and it is the rarest delicacy.

It was already the third bowl of belly, and Zhu Youjian handed the empty bowl to Xiao Shunzi: "Another bowl, and then what?" Did you burn that black slave to death? ”

It's really impossible to stop eating.

Zhu Youzhen, who had eaten a meal, burped with a small stomach, and still carried the rice noodle box he brought to his brother and sister-in-law, and then said goodbye to everyone reluctantly, when he walked to the door, Mao Yulong said politely: "Goodbye." ”

Goodbye means never to see again.

As a result, Zhu Youzhen turned his head and put on a gloomy old face again: "Tomorrow, this king will come again to ask for advice." ”

Mao Yulong grabbed the door frame, "Brother, brother, what's wrong with you?" Xiaoya asked anxiously with concern. Mao Wenlong closed his eyes and waved his hand gently: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little dizzy." WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chats about life, and finds confidants~

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