Chu Ting said: "The old nose of Niubi has been given back to Niu."
Shen Mingzhu immediately understood. Did Ling Xuzi lose his sense of smell? Could he not smell the smell?
But what does that have to do with eating? Eating depends on taste.
From this point of view, Ling Xuzi has lost both his sense of smell and taste?
With this said, we can understand why he is so determined to grow his own things, and he likes beautiful and beautiful fruits. There really is a cause and a result.
And if Chu Ting hadn't revealed it, Xiao Xian and others wouldn't have known about Ling Xuzi's hidden illness. Thinking about it this way, it was really pitiful.
I am healthy in everything. If I don't have that disease, I won't experience that kind of pain.
Just imagine, there is no taste at all when you eat, no matter whether it is salty or light, sour or spicy, sweet or astringent... you can't taste it at all.
Shen Mingzhu and others couldn't help but feel sympathy for Ling Xuzi.
Ling Xuzi didn't want anyone to sympathize with him. He said calmly: "Monks are originally vegetarians. They also need clear oil and don't eat five meats. The taste is about the same."
As he spoke, he placed a crystal shrimp dumpling in front of Wan Qinghou's eyes and asked, "Have you seen enough, Lord Hou?"
Marquis Wan Qing pushed the plate to him and said, "Master Tao, please use it."
Ling Xuzi enjoyed it unceremoniously and said with a smile: "Actually, I think King Yan's dishes give me a little taste."
Is this a compliment or a derogation? Haha, Chu Ting laughed unkindly.
Xiao Xian will naturally not be embarrassed. They are not stingy people to begin with, not to mention that he has only been here for two days, and it is already good to learn a little bit from his mother.
If you go back and ask your mother about the taste, you will naturally get better.
"When I marry Mingzhu, if you have time, you can come and try it again to see if my cooking skills can serve the princess well."
As he spoke, he himself started laughing.
The atmosphere was very relaxed and harmonious for a while.
Shen Mingzhu quickly arranged for the banquet to be served again. Naturally, this time he would not drink as much as he did last time, and Chu Ting's mood had calmed down, so he would not look at Xiao Xian and want to drink.
After having had enough wine and food, it was already dusk and everyone agreed to come and teach kung fu the next day.
Marquis Wan Qing said with a smile: "I have something to do and I have to leave early, so I will come here tomorrow. You all live in the capital, so it is convenient to come at any time. I have overstepped my bounds. Please forgive me."
Xiao naturally had no objection to asking a few questions.
Although Shen Mingzhu was open-minded and straightforward by nature, Marquis Wan Qing was also a foreigner after all, so the martial arts was taught in Prince Yan's Mansion.
Concubine Xie invited Shen Mingzhu to stay in the palace for a few days. Anyway, the hairpin ceremony in the prime minister's palace was now over, and all that was left was a flowing banquet for everyone to eat and drink, so she didn't need to watch over it at all.
Shen Mingzhu obeyed and lived in the courtyard of Concubine Xie. Because of Pei Ruolan's relationship, Concubine Xie was really good to her. In addition, Shen Mingzhu also saved her life, so she regarded her as her biological daughter.
Not too much.
Wan Qinghou came early the next morning. He was still dressed in white and had black hair like ink. He did not ride a horse or a carriage, but came on foot.
It is conceivable that he must have used Qinggong to get all the way into the imperial city from the inner city, and the patrolling soldiers would not have discovered him.
He cupped his hands towards Xiao Xian and Shen Mingzhu, and said with a smile: "I haven't used it for a long time, Kung Fu...
