"Brother Zheng!"

As soon as he walked out of the side door of Prince Gong's mansion, a ball of golden light rushed into Zheng Xinwen's arms.

Hao Xian looked at it and it turned out to be a blonde hairy girl.

Oh, Anna......

Depend on! I've just left the palace and I'm going to start feeding me dog food again!

Hao Xian had the urge to use up the one-time soul piercing for a long time, he really wanted to possess a certain master, drag Zheng Xinwen back, and then tell him: "You haven't left the school yet, come back and practice for another ten years!" ”

At this time, Anna was nineteen years old, and the young and beautiful Lucia girl and Zheng Xinwen had a marriage contract.

In the past ten years, Zheng Xinwen has always gone to see Anna whenever he goes back on vacation, and the two rarely reunite, but they miss it even more, and soon they changed from childhood sweethearts to concubines, and finally formed a matchmaking appointment.

You ask Hao Xian if he is sour? How acidic?

Don't underestimate people! After all, Hao Xian is a man who can endure loneliness and use the "sticking method" for ten years to learn to cook, and he is not as fragile as when he first came to this era!

Whenever in order to avoid Zheng Xinwen being victimized by a traitor, he had to keep an eye on him and Anna dating, Hao Xian would silently mutter:

When you get home, you have to spoil your sister!

How many delicious things to cook for my sister!

Take turns making twenty-five court dishes that you learned in this era for her!

Thinking about it like this, he is "not sour at all".

What kind of hairy sister is not hairy girl, how can there be a cute sister of her own?

But...... Even if it's not sour, it doesn't mean you're happy to eat dog food.

So he simply turned his back and floated to the carriage behind Zheng Mingquan and Fu Bo with a disgusted expression, and waited for everyone to return to Zheng's mansion together.

In the following months, Zheng Mingquan and Anna got married smoothly with the blessing of their family and Hao Xian, and began to prepare for the opening of a restaurant.

In view of the fact that Hao Xian can bear the uncomfortable pain of being fed dog food, I will not repeat it to the readers here, but only one thing to say: Hao Xian definitely did not enter the cave room in a soul state to peek at anything inappropriate for children, and he fell asleep early in the door of the marriage room.

The following year, Zheng Xinwen's True Taste House opened in Beiping City.

At first, because he was too particular about the selection of ingredients, and the reputation of the restaurant had not yet started, Zhenweiju fell into a long-term loss, and relied on the funding of his father Zheng Mingquan to persevere.

By the third year, Zheng Mingquan's cooking skills had been recognized by many diners in Beiping City, and the restaurant was finally able to take care of its own profits and losses.

This reminded Hao Xian of the two consecutive months when he ran the Hometown Pavilion, and he felt a lot of emotion.

Since he left Prince Gong's Mansion, he has ended his state of frantically absorbing knowledge like a sponge, and he has always been vigilant.

Opening a store in Sijiu City is not as good as in the palace, as long as the dishes made satisfy the prince and the princess, everything will be fine, there are too many big people in the capital, and Zheng Xinwen will be unlucky if he accidentally offends the previous one!

On this day, Hao Xian held his chin and looked boredly at Zheng Mingquan, who had silver hair, teasing his grandson.

The business of Zhenweiju is thriving, customers are coming, Zheng Xinwen and Anna also have the crystallization of love, everything is developing in a good direction, and happiness is written on the faces of everyone in the Zheng family.

When the years are quiet, it is always mistaken that such a peaceful and happy day can last forever.

A throbbing of unease suddenly flashed in Hao Xian's heart.

He looked at the "Peng Zu Kitchen Sutra" beside him, and saw the Kitchen Sutra slowly float up and fly out in a certain direction.

Hao Xian looked back at Zheng Xinwen worriedly, and finally decided to catch up, it was the first time that Chu Jing had such an abnormal behavior, it was very likely to be related to the traitor who wanted to kill Zheng Xinwen, he had to find out the reason!

Hao Xian flew all the way, but every time he felt like he was about to catch up with the cook, the recipe would fly faster, forcing him to keep going.

At first, one person and one book still galloped along the official road, and after walking for most of the day, they had already crossed many wildernesses and fields, and came to an unknown town.

A few soldiers dressed but poorly equipped passed by Hao Xian, and the accent was from Tianjin.

It seems that it is almost at its destination, and the speed of "Peng Zu's Kitchen Sutra" has finally slowed down.

Hao Xian was not in a hurry to take the Kitchen Sutra back into his hand, he wanted to see what he was asked to do after flying all the way out of Beijing for so long.

The cooker stopped in front of a little boy.

The boy was very thin, obviously underfed every day, malnourished, and looked like he was ten years old, but his actual age was probably two or three years older.

He was crouching on the ground, staring intently at the alleyway, as if waiting for something.

Hao Xian looked at the boy curiously, wondering why Peng Zu Kitchen Sutra brought him to meet a helpless child.

A carriage approached, and the boy watched with a look of longing in his eyes.

"Look, that idiot is squatting here and drooling again!"

"Hahaha, poor ghost!"

Two boys, about the same age as the boy, poked their heads out of the carriage window and pointed at him and laughed.

The boy hung his head in shock, got up and turned and walked back to his broken yard.

"I really want money, if I have money, can I ride in a carriage every day? Can my parents be like them? The boy muttered under his breath.

He would watch the carriage drive by here every day with a longing face, for him it was the life of a rich man, but I heard the soldiers in the military camp say that the richest big families in their town can only be regarded as small rich people, and the real rich people are in the capital!

What a wonderful and unreachable place it is......

Hao Xian followed the boy into the courtyard and sighed: "Who doesn't want money, but you were born in the worst era." ”

Naturally, the boy couldn't hear Hao Xian's words, and he was still talking to himself: "I heard those soldiers say that if you become a eunuch, you can go to the capital!" You can also enter the palace and make a fortune! But when I told my father that I wanted to be a eunuch, I was beaten up and said that I still had to pass on the lineage and was not allowed to be a eunuch. But I really want to be a eunuch, how can it be important to pass on the lineage, is it important to have money to pass on the lineage, will I have a baby in the future and let him suffer as poor as me? ”

Hao Xian's brows furrowed, and he realized that something didn't seem quite right.

"Fortunately, those military men told me a way, according to this method, as long as I am not afraid of pain, I can become a eunuch!" An expectant smile appeared on the boy's face, as if he saw himself in a luxury carriage touring the capital.

He picked a scythe from the yard that was not rusty and walked back to his hut.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Hao Xian finally reacted to what was going to happen and chased after him.

The little boy moves very quickly, and it seems that he can't wait for a long time. He tore off the belt of his trousers, tied the scythe to the post, took off his pants, and slammed it towards the blade—

"Ah————————————!h

The screams tore through the depressed town.

The boy Hao Xian met was none other than the last eunuch chief of the Qing Dynasty - the great eunuch Xiao Dezhang.