Chapter 117: My mother was abandoned
"The old slave has something, I hope the prince can promise the old slave." Solemnly let Mama salute suddenly.
"Mama is talking about Xiao Jinsu." Helian Sheng turned around and said with a slightly cold expression: "As long as she doesn't do a good job, this king promises not to take her life!" Otherwise, this king can only guarantee that she will continue the bloodline for the Xiao family. ”
After saying that, Helian Sheng strode away, which was already his biggest concession.
Mama Rong sighed, watched Heliansheng's back go away, and ordered someone to send the prepared things to Heliansheng's courtyard, and then turned back to serve the master.
"What did he say?" Duanyu asked the noble concubine.
"The prince said that he would leave a way for Miss Biao to live, but touching his bottom line will only leave a bloodline for the Xiao family." Let Mama reply truthfully.
"Immediately let someone send a message to Jinsu and ask her to give me peace and guard herself! If Rui'er really moved her mind, even the mourning family couldn't stop her. Duanyu Guifei frowned and said.
Mama Rong hurriedly answered, and then went to arrange for someone to deliver the message.
"Song Yao, if you are a responsible person, the mourning family will never embarrass you! But if you become Rui'er's weakness, the mourning family will not be able to leave you! Concubine Duan Yu squinted her eyes and said in a cold voice.
Not to mention Helian Sheng's departure from Beijing overnight, and said that Song Yao finally received a notice of the last competition after resting for more than ten days.
Unlike previous editions, this time the final competition was contested with only one dish.
And there are a lot of requirements, so that the gods can drool, the monks can break the meat ring, nutrition and deliciousness coexist, it can't be the dishes that have appeared before, and all the ingredients are brought by themselves.
"Isn't that embarrassing? The ghost knows what the immortals look like, which cave they live in, even if they make such a dish, they have to invite the immortals, right? As soon as Qinghai heard the request, he immediately slapped the table.
"It's not easy for this monk to open meat, you can't find a monk on the spot and coerce and lure the other party to eat it, right?" Red Sleeves frowned and said, "Unless it's a monk who wants to return to the world, he won't taste it in front of everyone." ”
"Vulgar!" Mr. Rong Chuan held his cuffs and said: "This first request is obviously an analogy, which means that the judges will swallow their saliva greedily. Can a monk break his vows, isn't this simple? Use your brain. ”
As he spoke, Mr. Rong Chuan clicked on Song Yuanbao's brain.
"Grandpa, I didn't speak, what are you doing with my nod?" Song Yuanbao asked dissatisfiedly.
"Now tell me, you little brain, but what do you think?" Mr. Yung Chuan asked.
Song Yao looked at the old and the young arguing there, and also interjected: "Smash, if you have an idea, even if you say it, your mother also knows your tricks." ”
"Seeing that your old god is here, it is clear that I have made up my mind, and I will not waste my tongue. Besides......" Song Yuanbao blinked, looked at Song Zhiyuan with a respectful face, and said: "Uncle Song hasn't said it yet, as a half-student, how can I speak first?" ”
"With the little ink in his stomach, it is a misguided child to enlighten you, and you are not allowed to say that you are half of his student in the future." slapped on the back of Song Yuanbao's head, Mr. Rong Chuan said seriously.
"Don't hit me on the head again, you'll be stupid!" Song Yuanbao rubbed the back of his head and pouted.
"Then don't talk nonsense, otherwise you're looking for a fight!" Mr. Rong Chuan and Song Yuanbao stared at each other, and neither of them refused to give in.
Song Zhiyuan was innocently lying on the gun, but he had heard of Mr. Rong Chuan's name, so he didn't dare to fight against him.
"I'm just a showman, and I really can't teach a student like Yuanbao, so I just play with him." Song Zhiyuan said reluctantly and humbly.
A showman, who only teaches children to enlightenment, is already a talent.
But in the eyes of Mr. Rong Chuan, Xiucai is similar to Tongsheng, but they are both newcomers who have just started, and they are not enough to become teachers.
"Yuanbao asks you to say, you can honestly say it, where is there so much nonsense." As long as he thought that Song Zhiyuan had taught Song Yuanbao, Mr. Rong Chuan's heart was uncomfortable, and he had never given a good face.
"Song Niangzi's cooking skills are the best, as long as we don't let the monk know what kind of dishes are cooking, and then put the vegetarian dishes on it, as long as the monk eats it, it will be considered a win." Song Zhiyuan touched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.
"This kind of pediatric idea is worth your mouth." Mr. Yung Chuan snorted.
Song Zhiyuan was deflated, and looked at Song Yao for help aggrievedly.
Since Mr. Rong Chuan often traveled back and forth to the Song Mansion, Song Zhiyuan had not had a good life.
"This matter is not in a hurry, I have to buy materials these days, and after trying my hands, you can come up with ideas." Song Yao couldn't bear Song Zhiyuan's repeated suppression, so she revealed the matter.
Even Song Yao herself didn't understand why she had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Song Zhiyuan.
Although Song Yao is the one who teases Song Zhiyuan the most ruthlessly, she doesn't want others to bully Song Zhiyuan.
With Song Yao's words, everyone stopped talking about this topic.
But no matter who inquired, Song Yao refused to say the dishes she had prepared in her heart.
Since Yun Zhongxiao returned to Yunzhou City, those who wanted to stumble on Song Yao had to weigh their catties.
As the young master of the Yun family, he is also the person in charge of the position of the president of the Yun family head management chamber of commerce.
Yun Zhongxiao has always been unable to rub sand in his eyes, but anyone who dares to do anything to the contestants under his nose will be punished by Yun Zhongxiao.
Number Five is the most obvious example of this, and no one wants to follow in his footsteps.
As for those gambling houses, although they are underworld people, they are far from being attractive compared to the powerful Yun family.
Before the competition, after Song Yao prepared the materials, she was in the mood to accompany Song Yuanbao to swim in the lake, and this relaxation made many people believe that Song Yao must be confident.
Of course, there are also some people who are lucky, thinking that Song Yao is not sure of winning, so they will waste time like this.
"Mother, has Uncle Beauty forgotten us? He said he would come back to watch you compete, but it's the day of the finals soon, why hasn't Uncle Meiren'er come back? Sitting in the cabin, Song Yuanbao didn't have the heart to look at the sea, and asked with a pout.
For Song Yuanbao's smooth hand, Song Yao looked into the distance through the window.
"Your beautiful uncle has something to do, and he must have been delayed." Song Yao said softly.
"But I don't think that's the case, maybe Uncle Beauty was hidden by a young lady in the golden house!" Song Yuanbao sat up suddenly, almost hit Song Yao's chin, and asked worriedly: "Mother, Uncle Meiren'er doesn't dislike you for being old and decrepit, and you still have a son, so I don't want you, right?" ”
"Stinky boy, what are you talking about? Your mother and I bring this oil bottle, when did you get old and decrepit? If you take a closer look, this is clearly beautiful! Song Yao squinted her eyes and grinded her teeth.
Song Yuanbao's body shrank, but he still muttered in a low voice: "My mother just doesn't dare to admit that she is old, she is obviously in her twenties." It doesn't matter if Uncle Beauty doesn't want you, the benefits he promised me will be in vain, and those are all white flowers! ”
"Song Yuanbao!" Song Yao roared, and the people of the entire ship could hear it.
Chuangfu was so frightened that the angle of the oars deviated a little, and the whole boat trembled.