King Ping knew that his son had almost had an accident, and he was also very frightened. He and the princess only have one son, Zhu Tong, and he has no concubines, let alone concubines.

The only son is the future and hope of King Ping's Mansion, and the family all point to him, if there is something wrong, not only the princess will collapse, but King Ping will collapse as well.

The couple talked about it in private, all in a cold sweat.

"But thanks to that little lady Liu, I heard that she is the daughter of the Wang family?"

The princess exhaled and patted her heart gently, "Isn't it?" Wang's mother and daughter are both nobles of our family. ”

Although the old concubine is not the biological mother of King Ping, since she married into the palace, she has also done her duty, and she has never made any trouble for the prince who was still the prince at the time, that is, to help her mother's family, but also to give some money and things, send her children and grandchildren to study, and nothing else.

Don't mention anything else, just say that when the old princess was seriously ill in her later years, she took on the burden of taking care of the old prince, so that the old man spent the last two years comfortably, and he couldn't help but miss it when he was a son.

King Ping patted his wife on the shoulder: "I think the Wang family has a very good relationship with his mother, so let's treat her as a sister in the future." ”

Zhang was busy.

Because of the care of the palace from time to time, Wang Jinhua's small restaurant and Qingliangju have done more and more smoothly.

The restaurant business is a word of mouth, the first requires the chef's skills to be good, the second is to be familiar with the official face, and those idlers on the road must also be familiar, otherwise it will be very troublesome if someone makes trouble.

This reputation is extremely difficult to raise, but corruption is overnight.

The most important thing is the ingredients.

In Yangzhen, the best ingredients naturally have to be supplied to noble families such as the palace first, and there is nowhere to buy them at a high price in ordinary restaurants.

Recently, Qingliangju couldn't reach the good ingredients in the past, and it was like having long legs, and he ran into their kitchen.

The shopkeeper is not very good, and the chef is already so happy that he can't find the north, and he makes several fresh dishes in one breath as if he has been beaten with chicken blood.

The only annoying thing is that there is not enough manpower, not enough space, and even tables, chairs and benches are not enough.

"Hey!"

The shopkeeper's troubles are very great, and most of the teeth are exposed.

In the summer, the weather is hot during the day, and the big guys are greedy for cold, but they prefer to go out at night, but this has no impact on Yang Yuying's business at all.

Anyway, she doesn't open the door on a rainy day, the wind is too strong to open the door, she doesn't open if she's in a bad mood, she doesn't open if she is in a good mood, and she can't open her door smoothly for more than ten days in a month, which is very good.

At first, there were many complaints, but later the diners gradually got used to it, it was going to rain, the mother was going to get married, and Liu Niangzi just didn't open the business, which was all helpless.

Zhu Tong unconsciously became a frequent visitor to Qingliangju.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, I said Shiziye, I always feel that your luck is a little too good."

On summer nights, the wind on the streets of Yangzhen is a little dry.

Gao Qi looked at a 'Baiguohui' on the table, and felt that his mouth and tongue were full of relish, and he didn't have to eat it, so he was cold all over, and the heat was completely gone.

This 'Baiguo Hui', even if there are no 100 kinds of fruits, but there are more than a dozen, I don't know how to do it, the finished product is half fruit puree, with yogurt, although it is paste, it is not ugly, the color and fragrance are excellent.

There is only one plate today, and it is only given by Mrs. Liu's mood, and there are five tables in the room, so they can get it.

Gao Qi didn't believe that it was his own credit, but these days, he saw with his own eyes how much preferential treatment Zhu Tong received.

For example, he always has the best and most comfortable table and chairs every time he comes, and the dishes on his table are always more than others, and he always gets the most additional dishes.

Even if he eats a duck leg rice, there are two duck legs on other people's plates, but he can have four, and the extra two, although they are just small duck legs, are still very enviable.

Zhu Tong's eyebrows soothed, and he chuckled: "I can't stop your mouth if I eat." ”

There was also some secret pride in his heart.

But I was proud, but I felt weird.

For example, these pieces of ginger candy on the table, the extra spoonful of sugar in the tea, and the peaches that naturally appear in the Baiguo Hui.

When he was a child, his fingers would occasionally become red and swollen when he ate peaches, and her mother would not allow him to eat them, but he liked them very much, so his grandmother made peaches into puree, mixed them with other fruits, and secretly served them to his table.

His grandmother's peaches never gave him any problems, and he vaguely remembered that his grandmother seemed to tell him that his fingers were red, not because of the flesh and juice of the peaches, but because of the burrs on the surface of the peaches, as long as they did not touch the skin of the peaches, they were naturally fine.

But who would believe that? After my grandmother went, there was no trace of peaches in front of him, and even his friends knew about it, and every time they met fruit at dinner, they always reminded the chef a few words.

After coming to Qingliangju, naturally someone reminded me.

But Mrs. Liu just gave him such a hundred fruit exchange with peaches.

Zhu Tong can only think of it as a coincidence.

Some small details only exist in his heart except for the deceased grandmother, his parents and relatives don't know, of course Liu Xiaoniang doesn't know, it's not a coincidence, what else can it be, it can't be the resurrection of his grandmother!

Suddenly there was a breeze.

Yang Yuying sat in front of the counter, with the ledger in front of her, but she didn't actually look at it, there was an advanced version of the game map in front of her, and there was a nameless scroll on her right.

The advanced version of the game map, which belongs to Liusu, can show various activities in the map within a twenty-four hours.

As soon as Yang Yuying saw this thing, she felt that any god stick would definitely be able to achieve fame if she got this thing in her hands.

Closing the map, Yang Yuying took the nameless scroll and opened it.

What is shown above is the various manuscripts of the current Pingwang's biological mother, the former Pingwang Princess Zhang.

Zhang does not have the reputation of a talented woman, but she loves to write things all her life, especially in her later years, she has to write something every day, sometimes it is a poem, sometimes just a few random sentences, but relying on these things, Yang Yuying can guess her hobbies, behavior, and turn herself into Zhang in a short time.

For example, the Zhang family once led soldiers and horses, and when he was in the army, he had the title of 'half-immortal'.

Although it is a joke, she can observe the stars on the top, distinguish the mountains and rivers below, which day will be sunny, which day will rain, and when the wind will come, she can predict in advance.

In order to improve the morale of her own army, she herself deliberately pretended to be mysterious several times.

Daqi is always in a state of ambiguous speculation as to whether the Zhang family is a half-immortal who can really pinch and calculate, or a tactician who likes to play psychological tactics.

Since he is a half-immortal, he will be reincarnated and reborn after death, and it seems very possible to leave a little divine thought of his previous life.

Now that Princess Ping Zhang Ximei, kowtowing to the Queen Mother may not be so sincere, but kowtowing to her mother-in-law who is still her aunt must be sincere.

"It is said that 'delusion' is just a little obsession, and it should be able to fool the past."

Yang Yuying thought, if you can't fool it, then you can think of other ways, and for now, it doesn't hurt to try this one first.

The stars hang low in the sky.

Gao Qi suddenly lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "Shizi, you say, does our Liu Lady like you?" ”

Zhu Tong: "...... Be careful that Mrs. Liu knocks you out. ”

The taste of Baiguohui was sweet and delicious, Gao Qi hurriedly lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful, and ate it in one bite, and suddenly there was only food left in his eyes.

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