Li Jing's face became serious, and he had also asked his father this question at that time.

Li Shiming replied like this: Yes, it is indeed a trivial matter to call a chef.

The problem is that people's desires are unlimited, and no matter how delicious things are, eating too much will taste like that.

When the appetite is fully satisfied, will the person be satisfied when he eats well?

No. That's when you want to live in a bigger and more beautiful house.

When you live in a big house, you think of hiring a few more servants.

For ordinary people, desire is also limited by money and other aspects.

But for those who are emperors, there are no restrictions at all.

Then he will be like Emperor Yang of the previous dynasty, insatiable, and finally end up with the destruction of the country.

If you want to avoid going down this road, you can only rely on your own self-control, start from the simplest "eating", and control your desires.

Everyone couldn't help but get up and kneel, and shouted "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

The most puzzling thing is Zeng Qingfu, kneeling on the ground and crying profusely, with a lot of snot and tears.

Qin Xiaoluan couldn't help but scold in his heart: Your performance is too exaggerated, right? Even Yu Qizheng's sycophant is not so exaggerated.

Zeng Qingfu cried: "My father said many times before his death that he used to cook for Emperor Yang's faint monarch, and he wanted to poison him. Now that I have met a Daoming Jun, so that the people of the world can live a good life, I have this skill, so I should go and cook for the saint. He has recommended himself in the state and county several times, but he has returned in vain. ”

Qi Chaoqun asked puzzledly, "Why is this?" ”

Zeng Qingfu replied: "I don't blame the adults in the state and county. After all, my father did something for Emperor Yang's faint monarch......"

The crowd understood.

No matter what dynasty it is, no matter how mediocre the emperor is, there are always some old and young people who will never forget. Although Emperor Yang was tyrannical, it was impossible not to be entrenched towards the people around him. As the first imperial chef to cook for him, it's really hard to say what he thinks in his heart.

For the sake of insurance, it is reasonable for state and county officials not to recommend it.

Zeng Qingfu continued: "Before my father died, he was haunted by this matter and lamented that he was born at the wrong time. ”

Everyone sighed.

Li Jing sighed: "Today is a happy day, don't be sad." Chef Zeng, you should also go and cook first, everyone is waiting to taste your next dish. ”

Zeng Qingfu remembered that he still had something to do, and he retreated in a panic.

Qin Xiaoluan had a very wonderful touch in his heart.

Between the emperor and Zeng Qingfu today, one wants to eat the dishes made by the other party, and the other wants to cook for the other party. The final result of the development of things is that the two sides are separated forever, and it cannot be said that it is not a pity.

There is one word that can express this regret very clearly, that is, "fate without part" - but this word is usually used to describe the relationship between men and women.

People who love each other can't stay together, and this regret is a heartache.

Some wounds heal over time, or at least scab over. Although it left an unsightly scar, at least it didn't hurt anymore.

And this kind of pain, no matter how long the interval is, even if it is ten years, twenty years, fifty years or a hundred years, until you die, as long as you remember touching this place, that kind of pain is still there.

No, the word "still" is misnomerized.

In fact, the more time passes, the more intense the pain becomes. It has changed from the original "sting" to "colic".

This kind of colic is like a perverted demon tearing the placket of your chest with a blank face, and then tearing your skin, and twisting your heart with rough hands - like wringing water in a freshly washed quilt.

In addition to the pain, this time is accompanied by shame, remorse, and endless self-blame.