"There really is something different." A cool air with a light and slightly sweet fragrance came out from the clay pot. Huang Yueying saw the contents inside and turned to the maid next to her, "Go, get a spoon."
Come here with the bowl."
After the spoon and bowl were brought over, Huang Yueying dug out the yellow-white paste from the clay pot, put it in her mouth and took a sip. Her eyes lit up and she nodded approvingly: "The fruit is delicious." She handed the spoon to Zheng Zheng.
Zhang Xing looked at it eagerly and warned at the same time, "Don't eat too much, or you may get abdominal pain."
Zhang Xing took the spoon and immediately put it into his mouth. He couldn't bear the cold, so he opened it and took it out, smashed his mouth, then took another small bite and narrowed his eyes. It was ice-cold, sweet and smooth.
It’s really delicious!
Here Huang Yueying asked someone to bring two more spoons and bowls, divided them into three parts, then pushed one part in front of Xiahou, and said to Xiahou, "Try it. This Feng Xiaolangjun is not on the right path.
These are quite positive things to eat." He then handed the smaller portion to Zhang Xing.
"This food..." Xiahou took a bite and was surprised to find that it was really delicious. "It doesn't look like cheese or ice. How it is made is really clever."
"Who knows?" Huang Yueying also took a bite, "I guess it was made by his master's secret method."
Xiahoushi hesitated for a moment, and then asked carefully: "Is Feng Langjun really a member of the mountain sect?"
Huang Yueying pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "It's not wrong. A Lang and General Zhao have both confirmed it, and this guy himself has admitted it. It's a pity that he has a lazy temper."
"Alang met him that day and found that his conversational skills were beyond the reach of ordinary people, and his knowledge was even more extraordinary. At that time, he was promised a position in the army, but he did not expect that he would rather farm in the countryside than become an official."
"I went to see him a few days ago, and he said that he only learned the art of Yi Ya and farming, and never learned the art of strategizing. I guess he made my family A Lang completely give up. For this reason, A Lang still
He lost his temper and said that he was too young and slippery, but he didn't know where he could have such exquisite thoughts."
Xiahou nodded and agreed: "I heard that this boy is only sixteen or seventeen years old, so it is rare to be so lazy." As he said that, he glanced thoughtfully at Zhang Xing, who was engrossed in eating.
Xiahou didn't go out for a long time. In the past two years, most of the news from the outside world came to her from others.
She had heard the name Feng Langjun countless times in these days. First, her son Zhang Bao was off duty and came back to scold people several times, saying that this son was a clever talker and a seductress.
Later, it happened that this son gave his family a technique that was said to be unheralded in his master's sect. Finally, his second son and daughter went to see him once along with the Prime Minister's wife.
After they came back, their respective opinions were different. My daughter never forgot the food there, but my son Zhang Shao said that Feng Langjun was very talented in literature. This Feng Xiaolangjun was really hard to see.
"You have met him in person, but you don't know how to evaluate him?"
"There is a lack of progress." Huang Yueying put down the bowl and thought for a while, "General young men at this age all want to make contributions and do something in their careers. Unlike this boy, he seems to have seen through the world and has no desire for fame.
Nothing."
"Everyone has his own ambitions. It may be that what the master learned taught him how to stand in troubled times. It is also unclear whether he wanted him to gain any fame or fame."
Xiahou is a virtuous person by nature. He comes from the Xiahou family. He has met many people. He is married to the world-famous Zhang Fei. From north to south, from east to west, he has never seen anything, and at least he has heard of it.
Once you have seen through it, you will naturally no longer look at the surface like ordinary women.
She had a daughter to be a queen and a son to be a prince, which she felt was enough. The second son would be more stable, as a civil servant, he would not have to go to the battlefield, and he would not have to worry so much. The second daughter would marry into a less prestigious family.
It doesn’t matter, but it’s good to just seek peace. So I appreciate Feng Yong more.
"My sister is right. I have thought about this. I just feel that it is a pity that he has the skills he learned from his master."
…
The two talked for a while, and then Huang Yueying stood up and left, saying that there was still a jar of ice cream in the house, and she was afraid that it would go bad after a while, so she had to rush back to get it to the prime minister.
At this time, someone from the palace happened to come to report that the queen missed the young lady and wanted to take her to the palace to play.
Zhang Xing looked at the unfinished ice cream and pursed her lips. She just dug in bit by bit and was reluctant to eat it all at once, so she hasn't finished it yet.
"Mom, I don't want to go to the palace, I want to eat ice cream." Zhang Xing acted coquettishly towards Xiahou.
Xiahou wiped away the milk stains from the corner of her mouth and refused: "This is not possible. Eat quickly and go as soon as you are done. Don't keep your sister waiting for a long time. If you want to eat, I will call you Brother Zhao another day.
Bring some more back."
I heard that Zhao Guang is hanging out with Feng Langjun today. It shouldn't be difficult to get some food.
Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and then said: "Mom, I want to go to Fengzhuang with Brother Zhao to play, is that okay?"
"Didn't you like to play in the palace before? Why do you want to go to Fengzhuang again?"
"The emperor's brother-in-law is not fun. He is forced to read by the prime minister every day, but he can't play with me like before."
"Don't talk nonsense. My brother-in-law is naturally good. He is the emperor, so he must study hard and become a good emperor in the future."
"That's not as good as Feng Langjun. Feng Langjun's food is delicious and his speech is nice."
“What’s a nice way to sound it?”
"It means that I am, well," Zhang Xing pressed his lips with his index finger, thought for a while, and then said, "I am a graceful and shy girl, with no worries in my years..." This sentence was a compliment to her, and she could remember it well.
Later, she specifically asked her second brother and memorized these words, "Brother-in-law can't say such things."
"As a little girl, do you feel ashamed to praise yourself? I usually teach you how to read, but you don't have such a memory." Xiahou patted her on the head in an angry and funny manner.
Huang Yueying returned to the house and went straight to the backyard. She saw Zhuge Liang leisurely sitting in the pavilion playing chess by himself. There was a bowl beside the chessboard. The bowl was filled with the ice cream that had just been delivered.
He looked up and saw Huang Yueying coming over, with a smile on his mature and handsome face: "Xijun is back home? Sit down, how about some ice cream? Although that kid's character is not very good, he is really good at making this food."
Huang Yueying sat across from him and shook her head gently when she heard this: "I have already tasted it at Zhang's house. Although this food is delicious and can relieve the heat, it is too cold after all. Excessive consumption is not suitable for health. Just stop in moderation.
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"What Mr. Xi said makes sense. It's just that even Li understands this truth, but it's rare for him to be able to control himself. Seeing how delicious this food is, I couldn't help but eat some more. There's still half of it left, and I've already put it into the well. I'm about to touch it.
You can also spend more time."
"Alang is more thoughtful. On the way, I was still thinking about how to keep this thing, but I didn't expect that Alang had already figured it out."
"Mrs. Junhou, did you say anything?"
"Why is Alang so anxious? This time when I came over, I just mentioned it and didn't dare to say more. Mrs. Junhou seemed gentle, but she was able to make up her mind. She could only speak slowly. She was too anxious to speak.
, I’m afraid it’s not beautiful.”
"Yes, I was too impatient." Zhuge Liang smiled to himself, picked up a sunspot, and dropped it casually.
"It's just that this little lady is a little too young?"
"It's just an engagement, but you're not allowed to get married right away. What are you afraid of?"
"Of course I'm afraid of marrying the wrong man, who is our niece after all."
"Don't worry, that guy is naughty, but he still has a good heart. Zhao Erlang told him to leave that time, and now he still runs to Fengzhuang every day, so he is a person who values friendship."