Han Youning was very surprised, Wang Guifei never refused to wronged her own people, and would give her a reward?

She smiled, "I'm afraid my father-in-law recognized the wrong person, right?"

Old Madam Han walked up to Han Youning and asked with a smile, "I don't know what kind of reward Niangniang is for?" Now that the house has recognized Ning'er back, their sisters have lined up again."

Gonggong Lin glanced at Old Madam Han, "Niangniang wants to reward people, and you still have to say hello to Old Duchess Dingguo?" There is only one eldest daughter of the Duke of Dingguo, no matter how she ranks, she can't become someone else."

Old Madam Han said stiffly, "The old body doesn't dare to ......."

Gonggong Lin bowed his waist flatteringly and said to Han Youning, "The slave did not admit his mistake, the lady rewarded the eldest lady of the Dingguo Mansion, the county lord of Zhaoping."

He has a very low posture and calls himself a minion, not a miscellaneous family.

Han Youning asked with a smile, "My father-in-law claims to be a slave, and I can't afford it, but what do you have to ask for?"

Gonggong Lin smiled, "I can't hide it from you, the county lord. Niangniang heard that the glutinous rice osmanthus cake you made was delicious, so she wanted to taste it. County Lord, can you help make a few?"

Han Youning smiled and said, "I'm afraid my father-in-law didn't tell the truth, what did Prince Jin do with the dim sum I made in a good manner? How did the snacks from outside get into the palace?"

Gonggong Lin secretly said that this is really a smart person, and it seems that it is not a fluke to be able to escape from the hands of the concubine.

He first looked at Old Madam Han.

Old Madam Han understood, and led Han Qingwan and Han Qinglian to walk out.

Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Gonggong Lin smiled and said, "County Lord, you are really smart. It was the slave who went to Ling'an Temple twice and did not invite Master Qingde to go down the mountain, and begged to the prince of Jin. The prince of Jin said, the osmanthus cake you made said that it would not work, so the slave came cheekily to beg the county lord to do well and save the slave."

"I see. The dim sum I make is difficult to get into the elegant hall, and I am reluctant to eat it myself, and I am afraid that I will lose my mother's face if I take it out and give it away."

Han Youning smiled and said, "At that time, if Niangniang treats me for another crime of refusing to work hard, how can I be good? But there is no jade shattering to help me get out."

Gonggong Lin secretly sighed that Guogong, a taciturn person, could give birth to such a articulate daughter.

He sneered, "The county lord said that he was laughing, how could this be? With the Jin prince doing the bao, the dim sum you make must be a rare delicacy in the world. Even if Master Qingde doesn't like this taste, he can't blame the county lord on your head. Niangniang has to take care of King Jin, doesn't she?"

He took another step forward and said in a low voice, "Niangniang eats soft and not hard, you made this snack, there is only good and no harm."

Han Youning smiled, "Father-in-law's words are sincere, I am willing to make this snack, but eight points are for you, father-in-law." Drink your tea, and I'll send someone to bring it when it's ready."

Gonggong Lin thanked him again and again, asked the little eunuch to present the reward, and watched their master and servant leave.

He let out a faint sigh, and his life was saved.

Han Youning returned to Jinhetang, Aunt Sun and Ling'er started to fight, and the glutinous rice osmanthus cake was quickly ready.

She packed a box and let Ling'er send it to the outer courtyard, and under Aunt Sun's clear hint, she packed a box and let Duan Yi send it to the Jin Palace.

Gonggong Lin held the dim sum box and went to Ling'an Temple on the outskirts of Beijing again.

He is still received by the monk in the temple, and he has not enjoyed the special treatment that the chief eunuch in the palace of the noble concubine Niangniang should have.

The monk took the snack box, "Donor, please wait a while, the little monk went to give Uncle Shi."

Grandpa Lin leaned on a chair and took a nap.

According to the experience of the first two times, this "little monk" reported it layer by layer, and it took two quarters of an hour for the dim sum to reach the master of Qingde.

When Master Qingde ate a snack, maybe just read the snack, and then let the monk come back and refuse him, it would take another quarter of an hour.

He slept for half an hour, and then he could go back to the palace on an errand.

He opened the box on the way and looked at it. He had never seen such an ugly dim sum in his life, it was soft and shapeless, and the color was not white enough like jade, and it was sticky, so he really couldn't see the deliciousness.

He has

After thinking about it, he didn't see the appearance of the dim sum, and focused on describing that Master Qingde was too blind to no one, presumably Niangniang would not really be angry with the county lord of Zhaoping.

Gonggong Lin slept soundly, and was woken up by the monk who knew the guest.

Grandpa Lin yawned, stood up and stretched, "The miscellaneous family is back."

The monk recited the Buddha's name and said, "Donor, Master Qingde is invited."

Gonggong Lin was stunned, thinking that he was in a daze, "What did you say?"

"Master Qingde invites the benefactor to his meditation room."

Gonggong Lin was stunned, as if sleepwalking, followed the monk through the courtyard, turned around in a remote forest, and arrived in front of a thatched hut.

A little monk stood at the door and gave a salute, and said crisply, "Lord Lin, please come in."

With this treatment, although Gonggong Lin is a celebrity in front of the concubine, he is also very flattered.

He put away the whisk, looked solemn, straightened his waist, which was not straight, and walked in.

The thatched hut is simple, and an old man with white hair and bones on the couch is meditating.

The little monk walked up to the old man, "Master Taishi, Master Lin is here."

Master Qingde slowly opened his eyes.

Gonggong Lin bowed his waist, hurriedly saluted respectfully, and explained his intention in a chewing manner.

Master Qingde didn't interrupt him until he finished speaking, then he pointed to the dim sum box and asked, "May I ask the donor, who made this glutinous rice osmanthus cake?"

Gonggong Lin sighed secretly, this master is really a glutton, is it possible that he still wants to have another one?

"Master Hui, it was made by the eldest lady of the Dingguo Mansion." He thought about it for a while and added, "It was just recognized by the Duke of Dingguo, and it was originally raised in the ancestral family of Xiangping Mansion, which is the Chen family that has just been wiped out."

"Amitabha." Master Qingde said, "Let's go back, tomorrow the poor monk will go down the mountain, and then I will have to bother Han Shizhu to make a glutinous rice cake for the poor monk."

Grandpa Lin opened his mouth wide, oh my God, this glutinous rice cake really works!

But I don't know how delicious it is, it's more effective than 12,000 taels of silver!

Until Gonggong Lin returned to Yikun Palace, it was still like a dream.

After he finished the report, he said how he felt, "The slave felt that Master Qingde was willing to come, as if he was trying to eat an extra snack."

Wang Guifei was very surprised, it really happened?

Is that dim sum really that delicious?

"You go to the Dingguo Mansion and let that girl pass tomorrow morning, remember to make a box of osmanthus cakes and bring them."

She paused, then changed her words, "Two boxes."

Gonggong Lin retreated as promised, and went to the Dingguo Mansion again to deliver the decree.

After passing on the will, he smiled and asked, "Is there any leftover from the county lord's dim sum, can you reward the slave to taste it?" This dim sum is the most valuable dim sum that the slave has ever seen, and it is more valuable than that of Qingchun Building!"

Han Youning smiled, "It's gone."

Grandpa Lin left disappointed.

What kind of fairy taste is osmanthus cake?