Master said that my body is still weak and my spleen and stomach are not balanced, so I need to eat a lighter diet.
Therefore, when I came to Taixi Mountain, I still used the recipe given to me by Chang Mukai:
Breakfast - small white porridge;
Lunch - white porridge + vegetables;
Dinner - white porridge + white tofu.
When I was still following the Tenth Senior Brother, I got tired of eating white rice porridge, so I went on a hunger strike to protest against the Tenth Senior Brother——
I'll switch to crispy chicken for dinner, otherwise I'll starve to death.
It's a small matter for me to starve to death, but it's a big deal for my tenth brother to be beaten to death by my master.
Therefore, the tenth senior brother was very panicked and hurried down the mountain to Zuixianlou, the largest restaurant in the city, and bought me a fried chicken.
This crispy chicken was fried to a crispy and succulent flavor. I swallowed immodestly and took it happily.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the fried chicken came into my hands, the tenth senior brother suddenly had an idea - if he gave me the fried chicken, he would be beaten to death by the master!
The tenth senior brother had to call the sixth to ninth senior brothers.
I thought privately that if the sixth to ninth senior brothers knew that the tenth senior brother had devoured the fried chicken, they would probably beat him to death. Therefore, my hunger strike made the tenth senior brother very embarrassed.
That day, my five senior brothers divided up a delicious fried chicken in front of me in my embroidery room.
At the end, Senior Brother Ten also left me a piece of chicken bone and asked me to stick out my tongue and take a small lick.
At that time, I thought, Senior Brother Ten is really evil-hearted. He refused to let me eat chicken and even gave me chicken bones to gratify me. I will make him look good when I get better!
After the Duanyang Festival, I followed Senior Brother Eleven, and I realized that it was me who was ignorant before. Senior Brother Ten is so amiable, gentle and considerate!
Not only could my eleventh senior brother not lick chicken bones for me, he...he even snatched my tasteless white porridge!
The master said, although I entered Taixi Mountain to become a disciple mainly to save my life, if I have not made any progress after following the master for several years, and if word spreads, it will ruin his reputation as a knowledgeable and tireless teacher. Now I can get out of bed. Therefore, my studies cannot be delayed any longer.
Other private schools only teach lyrics, poetry, and rhetorical articles. In comparison, my coursework at Taixi Mountain is really rich and colorful, from history books and national policies to military strategies, from poetry recitation to calligraphy. The paintings range from archery and horse riding to sword fighting, from asking patients and diagnosing pulses to prescribing prescriptions and decoctions, from deducing celestial phenomena to divination and fortune-telling.
I secretly thought that if he could arrange his coursework in such a way, my master Wuliang layman was really a profound person without parallel in the world.
Early that morning, Brother Eleven brought a food box to my embroidery room and picked me up for my first art of war class.
I thought that as a young lady, I might never be able to use this method of lining up troops in my lifetime, so I didn't pay much attention to this lesson.
I washed my face slowly, rinsed my mouth, put on my clothes, and turned out of the screen. I happened to see Brother Eleven put down the white porcelain bowl, pulled out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped it with a calm expression. Wipe the corners of your mouth.
not good!
I hurriedly rushed forward to look into the bowl, and sure enough, the white porcelain bowl reached the bottom again, and my little white porridge went into the mouth of Senior Brother Eleven.
"You..." I angrily pointed at his nonchalant face.
How come this eleventh senior brother doesn’t even let go of my only little white porridge?
How could he be so ungentlemanly?
How could you be so shameless?
Brother Eleven took the supa slowly and said to me seriously: "I got up too early today and haven't had breakfast yet. I just want to borrow your white porridge to warm my stomach."
Your stomach and intestines are warm, but mine are growling!
Senior Brother Ten said that the body of a daughter’s family is the most delicate and cannot be careless in the slightest. Therefore, when I was still following Brother Ten, if I got up late one day, he would be very kind and take my little white porridge back to me. Warm. Warm.
But this is different for the eleventh senior brother. I don’t have to get up late, as long as I move my hands and feet a little slower, I will definitely not see the shadow of the little white porridge!
snort!
Ye Rong takes revenge, it’s not too late in ten years!
Xiaobai, just wait! Master said, my body is still weak and my spleen and stomach are not balanced, so I need to eat a lighter diet.
Therefore, when I came to Taixi Mountain, I still used the recipe given to me by Chang Mukai:
Breakfast - small white porridge;
Lunch - white porridge + vegetables;
Dinner - white porridge + white tofu.
When I was still following the Tenth Senior Brother, I got tired of eating white rice porridge, so I went on a hunger strike to protest against the Tenth Senior Brother——
I'll switch to crispy chicken for dinner, otherwise I'll starve to death.
It's a small matter for me to starve to death, but it's a big deal for my tenth brother to be beaten to death by my master.
Therefore, the tenth senior brother was very panicked and hurried down the mountain to Zuixianlou, the largest restaurant in the city, and bought me a fried chicken.
This crispy chicken was fried to a crispy and succulent flavor. I swallowed immodestly and took it happily.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the fried chicken came into my hands, the tenth senior brother suddenly had an idea - if he gave me the fried chicken, he would be beaten to death by the master!
The tenth senior brother had to call the sixth to ninth senior brothers.
I thought privately that if the sixth to ninth senior brothers knew that the tenth senior brother had devoured the fried chicken, they would probably beat him to death. Therefore, my hunger strike made the tenth senior brother very embarrassed.
That day, my five senior brothers divided up a delicious fried chicken in front of me in my embroidery room.
At the end, Senior Brother Ten also left me a piece of chicken bone and asked me to stick out my tongue and take a small lick.
At that time, I thought, Senior Brother Ten is really evil-hearted. He refused to let me eat chicken and even gave me chicken bones to gratify me. I will make him look good when I get better!
After the Duanyang Festival, I followed Senior Brother Eleven, and I realized that it was me who was ignorant before. Senior Brother Ten is so amiable, gentle and considerate!
Not only could my eleventh senior brother not lick chicken bones for me, he...he even snatched my tasteless white porridge!
The master said, although I entered Taixi Mountain to become a disciple mainly to save my life, if I have not made any progress after following the master for several years, and if word spreads, it will ruin his reputation as a knowledgeable and tireless teacher. Now I can get out of bed. Therefore, my studies cannot be delayed any longer.
Other private schools only teach lyrics, poetry, and rhetorical articles. In comparison, my coursework at Taixi Mountain is really rich and colorful, from history books and national policies to military strategies, from poetry recitation to calligraphy. The paintings range from archery and horse riding to sword fighting, from asking patients and diagnosing pulses to prescribing prescriptions and decoctions, from deducing celestial phenomena to divination and fortune-telling.
I secretly thought that if he could arrange his coursework in such a way, my master Wuliang layman was really a profound person without parallel in the world.
Early that morning, Brother Eleven brought a food box to my embroidery room and picked me up for my first art of war class.
I thought that as a young lady, I might never be able to use this method of lining up troops in my lifetime, so I didn't pay much attention to this lesson.
I washed my face slowly, rinsed my mouth, put on my clothes, and turned out of the screen. I happened to see Brother Eleven put down the white porcelain bowl, pulled out a plain handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped it with a calm expression. Wipe the corners of your mouth.
not good!
I hurriedly rushed forward to look into the bowl, and sure enough, the white porcelain bowl reached the bottom again, and my little white porridge went into the mouth of Senior Brother Eleven.
"You..." I angrily pointed at his nonchalant face.
How come this eleventh senior brother doesn’t even let go of my only little white porridge?
How could he be so ungentlemanly?
How could you be so shameless?
Brother Eleven took the supa slowly and said to me seriously: "I got up too early today and haven't had breakfast yet. I just want to borrow your white porridge to warm my stomach."
Your stomach and intestines are warm, but mine are growling!
Senior Brother Ten said that the body of a daughter’s family is the most delicate and cannot be careless in the slightest. Therefore, when I was still following Brother Ten, if I got up late one day, he would be very kind and take my little white porridge back to me.
Warm. Warm.
But this is different for the eleventh senior brother. I don’t have to get up late, as long as I move my hands and feet a little slower, I will definitely not see the shadow of the little white porridge!
snort!
Ye Rong takes revenge, it’s not too late in ten years!
