Zhang Sanlang is a glutton, he eats all over the capital with one mouth, eats a lot, and does not grow fat - the dream of thousands of boudoir girls.

He is the only one who dares to sneak food and come to the country's prison.

When the master scolded him, he pretended to be dizzy, and he complained that his head hurt and that he had to eat to survive.

invited the doctor to come and see, and the doctor twisted his beard and made a conclusion - Zhang Sanlang's blood is light, he can't be hungry, so he can eat if he wants. If she is really hungry, the British duchess will be beaten up in the Guozijian, which will be more humiliating than Zhang Sanlang eating in the Guozijian.

Guozi Jian Cheng thought about it with a sad face, and decided to choose the lesser of two evils - from Sui, Song, to Wei, Zhang Sanlang became the first chosen son of Taixue for 400 years to be allowed to eat after school.

Two boxes of golden soufflés were placed on the table and stool, and the prisoners rushed over, and one by one took them, and they were immediately full of praise.

"Not bad, not bad!"

"It's a little better than Bai Kuilou's pastries!"

"Melt in your mouth! San Lang, Ming'er will help me bring two boxes to the house, and I'll give the children at home a taste. ”

Zhang Sanlang was surrounded by flowers, his vanity was greatly satisfied, and he happily looked at the scene of the same stream in Jiaxue, oh no, the happy scene, very gratifying.

While eating, a prisoner picked up a brown paper box and looked at it carefully, and saw the word "Shixian", "... Haven't you heard that there is a restaurant in Beijing called 'Shixian'? patted Zhang Saburo on the shoulder, "You can also eat the things of the small family?" If you say yes, it is still Bai Kuilou's pastries, a century-old brand, and the noodles are also large, you fool us with this little-known thing, and you lack virtue. ”

Bah!

You can say that I am not good at learning, but you can't say that I have a problem with my eye for food!

Zhang Saburo felt a great humiliation!

Something I don't know!

"Although 'Shixian' is just a stall on the wide street, the craftsmanship is not inferior to any wine shop. Bai Kuilou's dim sum, I have also eaten it, so it's okay. The craftsmanship is too heavy, and there are thousands of people. Zhang Saburo picked up a golden soufflé, "Do you know what this golden soufflé is?" ”

The inmates shook their heads in unison.

Zhang Sanlang snorted coldly, "Golden soufflé is a good thing made inside!" Recipes are only available in the inner court! The imperial chefs of several dynasties changed the recipe to set the recipe, and only then did they have today's golden soufflé! Give Bai Kuilou thirty years, and he may not be able to reproduce the exact same recipe! ”

Zhang Sanlang took the golden souffle high and analyzed it layer by layer, "How to fry the puff pastry crispy but not dry?" How to make the filling sweet but not greasy? How to make red yeast rice noodles so delicate and bright? This is a thing of the Imperial Court! There is no room for sloppiness!

"Just these two boxes of golden soufflé, or the lord with the relationship with the proprietress to go through the back door to order, if you don't like this bite, don't eat it, why bother to speak ill!"

The prisoner laughed, "You say that the inner creation is the inner creation? I also said that Bai Kuilou's little cake is a good thing to put in front of the Queen Mother's eyes! ”

The inmates laughed.

Zhang Sanlang is not stingy, he has no interest in reading, and he is a little particular about eating.

There are a lot of gentlemen in the city of Beijing, and there are all their own gentlemen in this small housekeeper, but the gentlemen of the British Mansion are the best - they do not enter the Goolan courtyard, only eat restaurants and restaurants, and the appetite is the lowest desire, and the old men indulge in the pleasure of the appetite every day, and it is no wonder that everyone looks down on him.

Zhang Sanlang's face turned red with anger, and he caught a clear and cold royal nobleman who never said much, and pushed the remaining golden soufflé there.

"Fourth Prince, you taste! You taste it, is it an internal taste! ”

Everyone stopped laughing, and the room was extremely quiet.

The provocative prisoner exchanged glances with his classmates, and the expression on his face narrowed slightly.

Guozijian is a Taixue, the official eunuch above the five grades, the children of the noble family can come to study, if the students who are in the top of the ranking, or the family has money and relations, they can also go to the Guozijian to study, today's sage governs the world Haiqinghe Yan, good at innovation and governance, and dares to innovate and compete for the first, the sage Zhu pen is highly approved, and the princes and grandsons who have reached the age of fourteen in the palace are out of the palace to enter the Taixue, and the prisoners are studying together.

Therefore, now several older princes are scattered in Taixue to attend classes.

Their luck in the small house is not good, and they didn't get the second prince who cooked oil with flowers and brocade and the third prince from Qu Guifei, but there was a fourth...

These four princes are dull and silent, and they go day and night, except for academic discussions, and never participate in their so-called "so-called nobles" chatting stinky fart...

What a pride!

If you don't know, I salute you "Four Princes", what do you shout behind what you know?

"Wash the clothes and give birth to the seeds!"

The biological mother of the second prince is Queen Gong, the third prince is Qu Guifei, and the eighth prince is from the lady concubine of Changle Palace.

The four princes are good.

The mother concubine is from the Huanyi Bureau!

My mother's family is a family in Taiyuan, Shanxi Province who does business and sells cloth!

Phew!

Just rush to this world, what is there to be proud of!

That is, today's saint has a firm grip on his hands, and as soon as he ascends the throne, he will press the family down, if he is still in the previous dynasty, the noble family is rampant, even if his surname is Xu, he has to give their brothers to study ink and pen!

The people were silent.

The fourth prince Xu glanced at the last golden soufflé in the kraft paper box, exquisite, different from the imperial dining room, the same flower type, Master Wang is like a hibiscus to be released, but this one is like a budding lotus...

It's beautiful.

The prisoner saw that Xu Yi had not entered for a long time, and ridiculed Zhang Sanlang, "The fourth prince doesn't eat poor sour goods from unknown sources..."

He wasn't done yet.

Xu Yi put the golden soufflé in his mouth, made it small, and one bite was just right.

It's delicious.

Xu Yi chewed expressionlessly, the more he ate, the more surprised he became, the more he ate, the more amazing he became, this is the taste of internal manufacturing, this is definitely the taste of internal manufacturing, and even more refined than Master Wang in the sweetness of processing puff pastry. The concubine loves to eat sweet, he has eaten the golden soufflé from the imperial dining room several times in the Chengqian Palace, the entrance is delicious but not tolerable, and the heart is greasy after eating one, and he needs to pour a strong tea to relieve his greasy.

He thought it was because he didn't like sweets, so he didn't like to eat the golden soufflé that was popular in the palace.

But now, after eating this one, he even wants to have another one.

Xu swallowed.

Zhang Sanlang looked at Xu Yi with burning eyes, "Fourth prince, did you say it was delicious?" Is it an inner taste? ”

Xu Yi didn't speak immediately, and unhurriedly put the pen and ink of the book into the bamboo basket, "Zigong said, I don't want others to inflict it on me, and I don't want to inflict it on others." Zhang Saburo likes this mouthful, why should Bai Wulang slander the beloved things of others? Harming others is not beneficial to oneself, and losing one's mind and dishonesty. ”

He doesn't like appetite, but he can't stop others from pursuing appetite.

What is freedom?

This is freedom.

Xu Yi held the bamboo basket in his hand, ignored everyone's eyes, and smiled at Zhang Sanlang, "The golden soufflé is delicious, better than the imperial dining room." ”