The old hermit naturally didn't know that the old lady only ate two meals a day, and it was relatively light, so she thought it was better than the diet of the princess and princess. {We don't write, we're just web word porters.} -As a result, at noon, Mingcheng and the scholar both went to eat, and the old hermit waited for lunch after getting ready, and when Mingcheng and the scholar came back from eating, Mingcheng asked Mingcheng to ask when he would have lunch, Mingcheng wondered: "Don't you know, sir?" The concubine didn't eat lunch until after noon. ”

Although the old hermit was annoyed that he was hungry, he was not unbearable, so he just asked Mingcheng to go to the workshop and bring two chicken legs to pad his stomach. When the afternoon meal came up, he looked at the six plates of these six plates although the materials were exquisite, but they were plain and light dishes at a glance, the old hermit had no appetite at all, and he used chopsticks to pull and pull, and only ate a few bites, although he had to admit that the vegetarian dishes were also very delicious, but this grill took half a day to pull out a few meat residues, and even the things that looked like abalone were made of tofu, and the old hermit felt that the bird was going to fade out of his mouth.

But he could only blame himself for not asking clearly, if he knew that the old lady not only ate two meals a day, but also ate so plain, he would not have given up his meat. Even if he only eats honey roasted elbows all day long, it is better than green vegetable tofu, even if green vegetable tofu is better than meat, but this is also green vegetable tofu, he just wants to eat meat.

Although the last six dishes were eaten by the old hermit and there was nothing left, he was satisfied, but the emptiness caused by not eating meat could not be filled, and finally asked Mingcheng to take a braised duck back, and the old hermit ate all the home brew of the palace, and felt that the whole person was alive. Ming Cheng and the scholar looked worried, "Sir, you have eaten so much, do you want to go outside for a walk?" ”

The old hermit took the crutch placed next to him and checked it, "Sir, what are you going to do?" "Mingcheng and the scholar are not good to say anything more, before waiting for the old hermit to have lunch, they have delayed the time to go to the chicken fragrance, recently they have opened a few branches of the chicken fragrance in various parts of Weicheng Mansion, it is the busiest time, as the chief account clerk is eager to divide one person into six.

Because it is Mingcheng's business, Ling Xiaorou in order to cultivate his ability to deal with things independently, as long as Mingcheng can't handle it, she doesn't care, Mingcheng is also in a hurry from the beginning, to the current ease, even if several other branches are about to open, Mingcheng, as a manager, can handle it very well, than the busy head of the clerk, but it is much easier, and he has more time to study. Even when he was busy, he would bring books to Jiliuxiang, and read books while dealing with things, which made many children older than him feel that the atmosphere of reading in Jiliuxiang was very good.

For this reason, Mingcheng specially let people build a greenhouse behind the chicken lingering fragrance, which is specially used for people to read, and many teenagers will invite three or five friends to read together under the greenhouse when they are fine, order a drink or a few chicken nuggets, and they can sit for an afternoon, and no one will come to catch up. When Mingcheng and the scholar left, the old hermit took out a box from the box and held it in one hand, and walked around to the street with the other, and then went around to Ningyuan Palace, and politely said to the doorman that he wanted to see Princess Ningyuan.

The porter didn't come back with much effort, and politely helped the old hermit into the Ningyuan Palace, and sent it to Ling Xiaorou. Ling Xiaorou's courtyard was full of boxes inside and outside the courtyard, some of which she took out from the treasury of the palace, and many of which He Louyu had drawn from the emperor in the capital over the years, and many of which were taken out of her private treasury by the old concubine.

Some are dowries, some are dowries, and now they are all counted as dowries according to the meaning of the old hermit, and as long as they are counted, they will be sent to the Fengwu courtyard. Although it doesn't look as rich as the dowry that Ling Feng bought for Ling Xiaorou, it is not much worse, after all, He Louyu has made a lot of good things in the capital in those years, even if he takes out half of the bright side, it is not a lot.

The old hermit saw the boxes all over the yard, and opened one of the good things that were of great value, and his heart was satisfied, although they got along for a short time, but they were his own sisters, and they were also the master's favorite little disciples, if they were despised by others, wouldn't it be equivalent to that he was also despised by others? Although he was very sure that this Feng Wu was not his junior sister, Ling Xiaorou's words were very clear, no matter whether this Feng Wu was true or not, as long as the Feng Wu who married into Ningyuan Wangfu was true, it would be done.

Since Ling Xiaorou dared to say this, he must have confidence, and he also believed that the palace would not do foolish things, although he said that it was for the dowry of his junior sister, but the dowry he wanted to add was to be given to Ling Xiaorou. Moreover, even if the junior sister was fake, he had already planned to give things to Ling Xiaorou, no matter what excuse he used to send them, it was good that the things were not sent to the wrong person.

Even if the junior sister is fake, he has nothing to lose, if it is a real junior sister, he is so old, and he has not done anything for his junior sister, just think this is a little heart! Counting the dowry, naturally there is no need for Ling Xiaorou to do it, she just needs to look at the next person, as soon as the old hermit enters the door, she asks people to invite them to the side hall for tea.

As for why he had to send people over, he was not afraid that the old hermit would not recognize the way, but that he would pretend not to know the way, and then touch the maid's room, and it would not be worth beating the old arms and legs. Ling Xiaorou asked someone to bring tea, and the old hermit poured a big mouthful, the braised duck he had just eaten was a little salty, and he was thirsty.

When he finished drinking, Ling Xiaorou asked someone to add tea, and asked straight to the point: "What is the matter with Mr. wanting to see this princess?" The old hermit put the small box he brought on the table and pushed it over, "This is the family teacher's hard work for many years, and there are some things in it that my old man can't understand, but the family teacher once said that if you meet a person who can make a Buddha jumping over the wall, give him the things in this box, if I can't meet it in my lifetime, I will pass it on to my disciples, when I meet someone who can make a Buddha jumping over the wall and calling a flower chicken, and then send the things inside." Since he made the Buddha jumping over the wall and calling the flower chicken that day, the things in this box naturally have to be served according to the orders of the family teacher. ”

Ling Xiaorou was immediately a little dizzy by the pie falling from the sky, she really didn't think that senior would have a gift for her, just to see that he could teach so many apprentices who are famous all over the world, it also shows that this person will definitely not be like her, who can only cook good dishes. It's just that how did the senior know that the person who came over would definitely cook?

But after thinking about it, Ling Xiaorou felt that although these two dishes might not be made by everyone, it was not difficult to hear about them, right? Even the old hermit's husband may not have really eaten these two dishes. Anyway, no one has eaten it, and no one can debunk these two dishes if they are casually made, and no one here knows these two dishes, as long as they know the names of these two dishes, it can also explain the identity of the person.

Therefore, when the old hermit pushed the box over, Ling Xiaorou was completely unintentional, at least for Ling Xiaorou, although she had never met, this senior was also a fellow countryman with her, closer than most people in this time and space. It's a pity that she is a few years late, and that senior is already an ancient person, otherwise she would really want to see her.

When I opened the box, there was a letter inside, and under the letter there were several thick books, all handwritten. Ling Xiaorou's head hurt a little after opening the letter, the letter was not short, it was still written in English, she was really not very good at studying when she was in school, because she was obsessed with cooking and had to manage the catering industry at home, she even studied two books in college, and barely graduated with a diploma.

Although I can understand English, I can't understand it.,But I haven't touched it for years.,Almost forgotten.,Although the oral conversation is okay.,But this dragon flying phoenix dance English looks at the real mother's effort.。 After reading the letter again and again, Ling Xiaorou was even more sure that the handwritten books under the box were all good things, and what was written in this letter was the life of that senior, from before he wrote it until he was dying.

Sure enough, compared to her, a woman who can only cook, the science student who has been in the laboratory for many years is more suitable, but what has troubled him all his life is that the food here is too backward, so that he, in addition to doing experiments, his biggest hobby is food, and he has been sad all his life. However, in his previous life, he ate a lot of food, and in addition to cooking instant noodles, he would scrambled an egg at most, so that his thoughts about food turned into resentment in the end, and he didn't let go of it when he died.

So much so that he would propose a lot of 'hometown' delicacies to each of his disciples, and if he met someone who could make these delicacies one day, he would quickly hug his thighs and give them the box he had left for them. He gave each disciple a box like this, although the contents were different, but they were all extremely precious, but it was a pity that all along, only the old hermit met the person who could make those delicacies, and the remaining disciples were still working hard for the legendary delicacies.

After reading the letter, Ling Xiaorou took out the handwritten book, fortunately, although it was handwritten, it was in simplified Chinese, and even in order to keep it secret, a lot of simple English was added, Ling Xiaorou could understand it when she looked at it, if it was still written in English, with her half-tone English level, she couldn't understand the professional terms in it. Sure enough, the senior didn't have too high expectations for her chef's scientific research level.

Just after reading a few pages, Ling Xiaorou couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster, it could be said that there were too many useful things recorded, ranging from ore mining and mining to soap making, and they were all explained in simple vernacular, even if Ling Xiaorou had never been in contact with it, she could understand it. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, Ling Xiaorou felt that she should be alone and quiet, and then think carefully about how to give these precious books to He Louyuan, and ensure that he could understand the simplified characters with missing arms and legs inside.

Ling Xiaorou picked up the tea bowl and gently shook the tea leaves inside with the lid on it, and the old hermit also picked up the tea bowl and followed suit.

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