Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 47 Not as good as Feng Langjun

"It's really different." A cool air came out of the clay pot with a faint and slightly sweet fragrance. Huang Yueying saw what was inside, and turned to the maid beside her, "Go, get a spoon and bowl over here."

After bringing the spoon and bowl, Huang Yueying dug out the yellow-white paste from the clay pot, put it in her mouth and tasted it, her eyes lit up, and she nodded approvingly: "The fruit is delicious." She said and handed the spoon to Zheng Looking at Zhang Xing helplessly, he warned at the same time, "Don't eat too much, be careful of abdominal pain."

After Zhang Xing took the spoon, he put it into his mouth in one gulp. He couldn't stand the cold and took it out again. He smashed his mouth, then took a small bite, narrowing his eyes. It was icy, sweet and slippery. It's really delicious!

Here, Huang Yueying asked someone to take two spoons and bowls, divided them into three parts, and then pushed one of them in front of Xiahou Shi, and said to Xiahou Shi, "Try it. This Mr. Feng Xiaolang is not on the right way, so he can't do it." These meals are positive." He said and handed a 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, and it doesn't look like ice. How it is made is really ingenious."

   "Who knows?" Huang Yueying also took a bite, "I guess it's made by the secret method of his master's school."

  Xiahou hesitated for a moment, and then asked carefully: "Then Feng Langjun is really from the mountain gate?"

  Huang Yueying pondered for a while, nodded and said: "It's not wrong. Both A Lang and General Zhao have confirmed it, and this son himself has admitted it. It's a pity that he has a lazy temper."

  "When Alang met him that day, he found that his conversation was beyond the reach of ordinary people, and his knowledge was even more extraordinary. At that time, he was even offered a position in the army. I didn't expect that he would rather farm in the countryside than be an official."

"I went to see him a few days ago, and I said that I only learned the art of changing teeth and farming, but never learned the art of scheming. I guess it made my family Alang completely give up. For this reason, Alang still I lost my temper, saying that he is young and not slippery, and I don't know where such exquisite thoughts come from."

  Xiahou nodded and agreed: "I heard that this son is only sixteen or seventeen years old, so he is so lazy, which is rare." As he spoke, he glanced thoughtfully at Zhang Xing, who was burying his head in his mouth.

   Xiahou has not been out for a long time, and in the past two years, the news from the outside world has basically been passed on to her by others.

   These days, she has heard Feng Langjun's name countless times in her ears. First, his son Zhang Bao came back and scolded people several times, saying that his son was a man of flirtatious words.

   Later, it happened that this son gave him a technique that was said to be an untaught technique in his teacher's school. In the end, his second son and daughter went to see him once with the prime minister's wife.

  After they came back, they had different opinions. The daughter couldn’t forget the food there, but the son Zhang Shao said that Feng Langjun had a brilliant literary talent. This Mr. Feng Xiaolang is indeed somewhat unclear.

   "You have also met him in person, but you don't know how to evaluate this son?"

"Lack of progress." Huang Yueying put down the bowl and thought for a while, "Ordinary young men, at this age, all want to make contributions and make a career. It's not like this guy, as if he has seen through the ways of the world, and has the slightest desire for fame. None."

  "Everyone has his own aspirations. Maybe what the teacher learned is to teach him how to stand in the troubled times. It's not known whether he wanted him to gain any fame."

The Xiahou family is virtuous by nature, comes from the Xiahou family, has met many people, and married Zhang Fei, who is famous all over the world. From north to south, from east to west, I have never seen anything, at least I have heard of it Pass. After seeing it through, naturally, I will no longer just look at the surface like ordinary women.

  She has a daughter as a queen and a son as a prince, and she thinks that is enough. The second son is more stable, as a civil servant, he doesn't have to go to the battlefield, and he doesn't have to worry so much. For the second daughter, it doesn't matter if the family he marries is not good, but it's good to just ask for safety. So I appreciate people like Feng Yong more.

   "Sister is right, I've thought about this too. I just feel that it's a pity that he has the skills he learned from his teacher."

  …

  The two talked for a while, and Huang Yueying got up to leave, saying that there was still a can of ice cream in the mansion, and she was afraid that it would be spoiled 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 little lady and wanted to take her to the palace to play.

  Zhang Xing looked at the unfinished ice cream and pouted. She was digging and eating bit by bit just now, and she was reluctant to eat all at once, so she hasn't finished eating yet.

   "Mother, I don't want to go to the palace, I want to eat ice cream." Zhang Xing acted like a baby to Xiahou.

Xiahou wiped away the milk stains from the corner of her mouth, and refused: "This is not possible. Finish eating quickly, and go after eating, don't keep your elder sister waiting for a long time. If you want to eat, call your second brother Zhao another day Bring some back."

   I heard that Zhao Guang hangs out with Mr. Feng Lang every day, so it shouldn't be too difficult to get some food.

   Zhang Xing nodded again and again after hearing this, and said again: "Mum, then I want to go to Feng Zhuang with Zhao Erxiong to play, is that okay?"

   "Didn't you like to go to 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, and he can't play with me like before."

   "Don't talk nonsense, my brother-in-law is naturally good. He is the emperor, so naturally he must study hard and become a good emperor in the future."

   "That's not as good as that Feng Langjun. The food that Feng Langjun cooks is delicious, and the words are also nice."

   "What's a good way?"

"That is to say, I am, um," Zhang Xing pressed his index finger on his lips, thought for a while, and then said, "It's a graceful girl who is ashamed, and the years have no worries..." This sentence was a compliment to her, and she remembered it well. , She even went to ask her second brother later, and recited the words, "My brother-in-law can't say such words."

   "You are a little girl, you praise yourself, are you ashamed or not? I teach you how to read on weekdays, but you don't have such a memory." Xiahou patted her on the head angrily and funny.

  Here Huang Yueying returned to the mansion, and went straight to the backyard, only to see Zhuge Liang sitting leisurely in the pavilion playing chess by himself, and there was a bowl beside the chessboard, which contained the ice cream that had just been delivered.

  Looking up and seeing Huang Yueying approaching, a smile appeared on her mature and handsome face: "Xijun is back home? Sit down, how about some ice cream? Although that kid's personality is not very good, but the food is really good."

Huang Yueying sat across from her, and shook her head lightly when she heard the words: "I have already tasted it at Zhang's house. Although this food is delicious and can cool off the heat, it is too cold after all, and eating too much is not suitable for health preservation. Enough is enough." .”

"Xijun is right. It's just that everyone understands this reasoning, but it's rare to be able to control yourself. I saw that this food is delicious, so I couldn't help but eat more. There is still a small half left, which has been put into the well and touched. You can also stay a little longer."

   "It's better that Alang is more thoughtful. On the way, I was still thinking about how to preserve this thing, but I didn't expect that Alang had already figured it out."

   "Madam Junhou, did you say anything?"

"Why is Ah Lang so anxious? The concubine only mentioned it this time, and didn't dare to say more. Mrs. Junhou looks gentle, but she can make up her mind, so I can only speak slowly. I'm in a hurry. , I’m afraid it’s not beautiful.”

   "That's right, I was too impatient." Zhuge Liang smiled to himself, picked up a sunspot, and dropped it at will.

   "It's just this little lady, isn't she too young?"

   "It's just an engagement, but you don't want to get married right away, what are you afraid of?"

   "Naturally, I'm afraid of marrying the wrong man, so she's still our niece."

   "Don't worry, that kid is cunning, but he still has a good heart. That time Zhao Erlang told him to go away, and now he still runs to Fengzhuang every day, he is a loyal person."

"Too."

  (end of this chapter)