There are poems in paintings, poems in paintings——
If you evaluate me like this, Wang Wei, is he willing?
This is really not pretending. I really think it would be nice to draw a chessboard here so that I can take care of my wife and kids.
After finishing the painting, he had the skills of a master in painting. His hands felt itchy for a moment, so he added such a picture of a hidden pine tree in the blank space next to it. It was a very common picture in his previous life, but he had just modified it a little bit.
Withered pines and bright moon in that hut, a lone lamp playing chess in the middle of the night.
The artistic conception is leisurely.
In fact, he really likes the life he dreamed of countless times when he received the 996 blessing in his previous life. Unfortunately, as a social animal, his energy and body have long been exhausted. After returning home, he doesn't want to move and just wants to lie down.
In bed, scrolling through your phone for a while, how can you be in the mood to live a soothing and poetic life?
Now that he has traveled through time and given the opportunity, of course he is willing to try the life of his dreams.
As a result, I didn't expect to attract a crowd of these old men.
"It's a prize, it's a prize - if you like it, I'll print a few more pictures later and send them to you -"
There are just a few worthless stone tables and stools on the left and right.
Wang Zi'an is very generous.
However, it was welcomed by a group of old men.
Although this kind of gadget is not worth much, it is novel and unique, full of interest, and very appetizing.
When Li Shimin saw Wang Zi'an making a group of old gentlemen smile with a few stone tables and stools, he didn't know how to complain.
I serve like gods every day, but I have never seen these old gentlemen so happy.
After the bosses sat down, someone called Xue Rengui and Wu Zetian over and introduced them to the bosses.
"This girl is your new disciple?"
Li Shimin looked at Wu Zetian with great interest. She was the youngest disciple and the only female child that Wang Zian had received so far.
He knew that Wang Zi'an was very demanding in accepting disciples, and he was very curious to know what was so special about this pretty little girl in front of him.
Prince An smiled and nodded.
"Ying Guogong's daughter, I met her outside just now. She seemed to have a good temper, so I accepted her..."
Li Shimin looked at him with suspicion.
Who are you coaxing here?
If there was nothing special about this little girl, would you accept it?
Not to mention anything else, he knew that Xue Rengui, whom he had just taken in recently, was not only excellent in archery, but also skilled in swords and horses, and had a courage that was unmatched by any man.
He looked Wu Zetian up and down, smiled and nodded.
"Ying Guogong's daughter, I drank his full moon wine back then, but I didn't expect that she would grow so big in the blink of an eye -"
With that said, he casually pulled off the jade pendant around his waist and handed it over.
"This is our first meeting. As a master, I didn't bring anything good. This jade pendant was consecrated by the master of Qinglong Temple. It has the effect of warding off evil spirits and calming the mind, so I will give it to you as a meeting gift - "
Ha, don’t worry about what’s weird about this little girl, just make a good impression when you meet her!
Li Shimin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly when he thought of this.
Your apprentice?
Still hiding things from me and not telling me——
As everyone knows, the talents you cultivate will all be mine, mine, mine in the end, and not a single one of them will be left for you to plunder and take away!
Wang Zi'an gave him a meaningful look.
Master?
Hello, Master!
We must quickly solidify this title!
"Zetian, remember, this is your master. Remember, no matter where you meet him from now on, you must remember your identity and call him master - the most important thing in the inheritance of our master is this generational ethics.
But there can be no chaos..."
Hearing Wang Zi'an's words, Li Shimin couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
This brat is actually quite good!
Okay, very good——
Then, Li Shimin and Wang Zi'an each looked at each other and smiled, thinking that they were at the top in this round.
Wu Zetian, a child who was only twelve or thirteen years old, even if she was born smart, could not guess the inner drama of old men like them.
Immediately at Wang Zi'an's signal, he took the jade pendant handed over by Li Shimin and called him Master in a polite manner.
Li Shimin twisted his beard, smiled and nodded.
Ah, what a touching scene of a father—ahem, a master’s kindness and his disciple’s filial piety.
Wang Zi'an complained silently in his heart.
The title of master in this era is not for nothing. This dog emperor accepted this title in front of so many old gentlemen in the Imperial College. Then in the future, if you think about the little girl from Huo Huo family, you will have to consider this old face.
The cuisine of Chang'an Marquis Mansion is the best in Chang'an.
Except for a few people from the Imperial College who had followed Kong Yingda to Wang Zi'an Courtyard for dinner once, most of them were here for the first time.
The stone tables and stools were definitely not big enough to sit on, so Wang Zi'an asked someone to put on the folding dining table that had just been built. The group of old people couldn't help but look around and marveled at it.
As soon as we sat down, the dishes started to be served.
Smelling the fragrant and attractive color of the food, a group of old gentlemen couldn't help but swallow secretly before they even started eating.
"Come on, old gentlemen, try it first to see if it suits the taste. I, the chefs, are not very good at my craftsmanship. If you are not used to it, I will ask the kitchen to make some adjustments -"
With that said, Wang Zi'an extended his hand to invite, and then he took a bite with his chopsticks.
"Well - the aniseed was put in a little early, the heat was a little too old, and there was a problem with the timing of switching between strong fire and slow fire - and the coriander, you have to pay attention to the time when it is spread..."
While Wang Zi'an was eating, he subconsciously made a few casual comments.
The chef who followed to pass the dishes took out a charcoal pen while listening, nodding his head repeatedly and taking notes with his ears raised. He was so serious that a group of old gentlemen in the Imperial College were almost dumbfounded.
Is this a cook?
None of the students in my Imperial College were so serious and easy to study!
Also, what’s going on here——
Who is the cook?
Looking at Wang Zi'an's pointing gesture, he almost doubted his nose - Did I smell it wrong? It smelled very fragrant, but it wasn't actually delicious?
He was holding the chopsticks, and after a moment's hesitation, he saw that his majesty, the wine drinker, and a few old guys who had been here before were already taking the chopsticks and feasting.
That posture is like a wind and rolling cloud!
Ah, this——
Take a bite quickly.
Damn it, wow wow, it’s so delicious that I won’t put down my chopsticks!
After doing it all over again, the old gentleman let out a long sigh of satisfaction and looked at Wang Zi'an with resentful eyes.
"Where is Zian, do you think a chef who can make such delicious food is not good at his craftsmanship?"
If we don't get home, shouldn't our chef chop it up and feed it to the dog?
I have never seen such a picky person!
Before Wang Zi'an could answer, seeing that his old friend was almost doubting his life, Kong Yingda couldn't help but happily accepted it.
"Old Miao, don't tell me. If such a chef were in our own home or in a restaurant outside, he would be a top chef, but here in Zian, he is really not very good at his craftsmanship——
"
Mr. Miao, a man with a round figure, couldn't help but gape and look in disbelief.
"Is there a better chef than this? When I attended His Majesty's New Year's banquet last year, the dishes were not even one ten thousandth as good as those here..."
Li Shimin:......
Old gentleman, you are so worried——
Kong Yingda couldn't help but cough again and again. This old guy is a first-class scholar, but his speaking skills are really - if you don't know how to speak, don't speak -
"Well, Brother Miao, this is different. The palace gives you a banquet. It is His Majesty's favor. Even if you don't eat anything there and just drink a glass of cold water, it is a supreme honor. How much?
You can’t even ask for it—”
Seeing that this man was still talking, Kong Yingda quickly stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve.
Shut up, you!
"What's more, Zian's cooking skills are probably unique in the world——"
As soon as Kong Yingda said these words, a group of big guys in the Imperial College were stunned for an instant.
I thought you were a young man with extraordinary poetic talent, but it turns out that you are a master of calligraphy and a master of calligraphy. When I thought you were a master of calligraphy, you turned out to be a master of painting. When I thought you were a master of painting, you
Become a great chef again!
Listening to Kong Yingda's introduction, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but laugh.
"Actually, you don't know, although I may seem to know a little bit about everything, in fact, what I'm best at is cooking. From now on, you can call me the God of Cooking——"
"Zi'an just made a dish by himself. Please remember to try his cooking skills later. Now, I want to try his cooking skills, but it's really not easy -"
Li Shimin was joking half-heartedly.
This bitch is getting lazier and lazier. When he was in the small courtyard in the east of the city, he even knew he was cooking. But when he moved here, this brat quickly became lazier——
When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little regretful.
What a crime. Why should we give him such a big yard and let him live in a small yard in the east of the city?
Ah, there is a particularly interesting Lao Hong there——
But this is just to think about it. Such a talented person has made such great contributions. I can't really turn a blind eye and not listen at all, without showing any sign of it.
Upon hearing this, the old men immediately became energetic.
Just at this moment, the chef from earlier personally brought another large pot of vegetables over.
"This is the ginseng stewed venison prepared by my Lord Marquis himself for all our distinguished guests - please enjoy it with caution -"
As he spoke, he placed a large porcelain pot of venison in the middle of the table, and then gently opened the lid.
Immediately, a rich, mellow, delicious taste with a strange fragrance hit your face.
Gudong——
They all swallowed their saliva.
Slow use?
Sorry, I can't wait any longer!
There was no need to say hello, everyone picked up their chopsticks in unison and started eating together.
Take a chopstick and put it in your mouth first before speaking——
For a moment, the whole table was filled with the sound of breathing.
After they finished eating together, everyone raised their heads in embarrassment and looked around. Ha, everyone was the same, even His Majesty the Emperor. They were relieved immediately.
His Majesty the Emperor is no better than us -
No shame!
"Zian's cooking skills are truly unparalleled in the world. I almost can't bear to leave -"
Mr. Miao, who has a round figure, picked up another piece with his chopsticks and sighed with satisfaction while still not satisfied.
After listening to this old man's words, everyone couldn't help but show expressions of deep admiration.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but laugh.
"As long as you old gentlemen like it, you can just stay here - take care of food, food and accommodation for free -"
Hearing what he said was so interesting, everyone couldn't help laughing in unison.
In other words, who can really live here and earn a living?
We want face——
At most, I’ll find another chance to try it next time!
"This pot of venison is specially prepared for you old gentlemen. I specially added some auxiliary ingredients to moisturize and nourish you. If you can eat it, eat as much as you can. The effect is absolutely amazing——"
Having said this, Wang Zi'an lowered his head and gave instructions to his new apprentice Wu Zetian.
"Children shouldn't eat too much of this dish. Just take a bite and try it -"
As for himself, just smell it.
My health is so good that I can’t hold myself back even if I don’t eat. If I eat, I will go to heaven.
Others have never eaten Wang Zi'an's stewed venison and cannot understand his slang, but Li Shimin understands.
As soon as I heard this, my eyes suddenly lit up. I quickly picked up my chopsticks and grabbed another piece for myself.
Seeing Wang Zi'an looking at him with a half-smile, he immediately felt a little embarrassed and coughed dryly.
"I'm in good health, so I don't need supplements. I just think this dish is quite appetizing - cough, give me a copy of the recipe later..."
Seeing His Majesty's behavior, these old men still don't understand. I guess this thing is really good.
"That's right. Even though I'm old, I actually have good health. However, I have a friend who has been a little weak recently. If you don't mind, when you make a copy of the prescription later, you can also help me copy a copy.
——Ahem, I'm just trying to be a friend..."
Mr. Miao, who had a round figure, coughed dryly and looked calm.
Other old gentlemen also responded one after another, almost in unison.
"Yes, yes, yes, me too, me too -"
"..."
While talking, everyone couldn't help but look at each other. The eldest brother didn't laugh at the second brother, and they all used chopsticks to eat the meat.
The clouds are clear and the wind is gentle.
The question is that I want to be a friend!
…
After having had enough wine and food, several old men from the Imperial Academy quietly stuffed the formula of the medicinal diet into their arms and left calmly.
Everyone just came here to share the joy of publishing the magazine with Wang Zi'an, so naturally it was not convenient for them to stay and continue to enjoy the meal.
Besides, at this time, they had already felt a slight heat in their waists, and long-lost thoughts resurfaced, but they could not hold them back.
Gone, gone——
I had just sent away a group of old men with Li Shimin and Xue Rengui. Before I could return home, I saw two men in green official robes in the distance, each riding a small black donkey, bumping over.
Wang Zi'an's eyes couldn't help but light up, he turned around quickly and greeted him with a smile on his face. Before the person arrived, he shouted loudly.
"Old Uncle Hong, old Uncle Wen——"
Seeing these two people, Li Shimin couldn't help but smile, and walked towards them.
"Zi'an——Ah, Lao Li, you are here too——"
When the two bold men saw Wang Zi'an, they yelled coyly, and then slid off the donkey clumsily. Just as they were about to say something, they turned around and saw Li Shimin and a young man coming up to meet them, and they immediately spoke.
Bian swallowed his words again and rubbed his palms awkwardly.
When Wang Zi'an saw this, he thought they had encountered something difficult.
He didn't point it out immediately and joked with a smile.
"Why are you two uncles here just now? It's so hard to invite you. I've sent people to invite you several times. I'll have to punish you with a few drinks later -"
The two of them listened to Wang Zi'an's joke, and for the first time, they did not talk back. Instead, they looked at each other, and then Old Wen lowered his head and pushed Old Uncle Hong, and Old Uncle Hong blushed and said a little embarrassed.
"Actually, we should have come here a long time ago - it's just that the work in the yamen is too slow, and it's more tiring than in the village. We go in the morning and can't come back until evening. Even when other yamen take a break, we have to work overtime..."
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but glance at Li Shimin standing next to him, and was speechless for a while.
That's too much. Are you using my two old neighbors as donkeys? You haven't had a bath for more than two months - the capitalists in future generations are not as bad as you!
"It's hard to find some free time today. Let's just say a word and leave. There's too much work in the yamen -"
Uncle Hong lowered his head as he spoke, his face turning red.
"We, we can't help you, passing on the skills you taught to others——"
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but glance at the two of them blankly.
What craft?
"Ahem, the quenching machine and the curved shaft plow——"
Listening to what the two people were saying, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but be speechless. Is that why you came all the way to tell me this?