Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

Old He and Grandma Wang knew Xiao Cui.

After meeting, the few people greeted each other.

Old He stared at Zhang Feng.

"Feng'zi, this is your way of hospitality? You don't even pour a cup of tea?"

See you, Old He smiled at Xiao Cui, from the counter Above, the familiar took out a white clay pot, and Zhang Feng only left a little bit of his own fried tea.

Zhang Feng closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look straight.

Great Tang's tea leaves are all tea foam. People here drink tea. What is it called?

Threw the tea foam into the pot, gurgled and boiled for an hour, and then drank it all fucking with a big bowl!

That smell.

It is no different from Chinese medicine.

No.

Slightly better than Coptis.

His tea leaves are all related to the tea leaves collected from outside the city with money, and he kneaded it by more than a pound...

Looking at Old Zhang Feng knew that the big handful in He's hand and the dazzling look in Old Scholar's eyes had completely lost his mind with his pot of tea.

Angrily in the back kitchen, he chopped a marinated chicken and snapped one after another.

Then grabbed a handful of salt and sprinkled it on.

If you die, please!

After a while, Zhang Feng slowly walked out of the kitchen with a large pot of stewed vegetables.

Then, everybody was presented with a small bowl of tiger bone soup.

What else did you say?

Looking at the wine jars on the table and the tea leaves scattered everywhere, his heart hurts!

"Ahem!"

Old Scholar, now showing his generosity, greeted: "Everyone is moving chopsticks! This youngster is distressed today. His tea! The old man once heard about this thing, except that I don’t know if it is inside the Imperial Palace, but there is absolutely no such thing outside!"

"And this meat, you smell this Ah! If Miss Zhang Family comes over, she will definitely not endure hardships!"

"Feng'zi is the two craftsmanship, then he can make a lot of money!"

"Come and come, move your chopsticks!"

Xiao Cui has long forgotten what Old Scholar said. He is holding the wine bowl, his hands are trembling, and his faces are trembling. The child is even more red.

Staring at the fragrant meat in the basin, she has long forgotten everything. After all, she is in Zhang Yuyao sister Xiangcheng. Normally, she can eat whatever the lady eats, but Compared with today's pot of meat, everything I ate before was pig food!

As for Grandma Wang, let alone.

At this time, staring at the meat in the meat bowl, he had already jumped on it.

Old He is pretty good.

At the very least, I have been eating and drinking with Zhang Feng for a while, and here they are also Zhang Feng’s elders, and they can’t lose face!

Seeing that Xiao Cui didn't eat it, Old Scholar personally picked up a piece of pig intestine or chicken neck, and threw it into Xiao Cui's bowl.

"Cui'er girl, you are welcome, eat! This will also be your home in the future! Try Zhang Feng's craftsmanship, and when I go back, I will ask Feng'zi to give it to Miss and in-laws I will take a little home!"

"Um...Okay! Thank you Old Scholar, thank you Grandpa!"

While speaking, Xiaocui also learned how to eat like Grandma Wang. Up.

Old Scholar and Old He looked at each other, and then haha ​​smiled.

"Come on, let's do one of the three!"

Ignoring the twitching of the corners of the mouth, ignoring the two Zhang Feng, the two also drank alone.

A bowl of wine and stomach.

Old He sighed.

"Oh! What a pity it is such a good wine! If only your father-in-law can taste it!"

"Isn't it? My father-in-law, yes, Feng 'zi, it's your father-in-law who got the lawsuit, and you still have news!"

It's my shit!

Zhang Feng twitched his lips, tearing a piece of chicken breast, eating and drinking each minding their own business.

But as soon as the meat entered his mouth, he suddenly suspected that he had just put sugar or Table Salt.

How does this taste different from before?

Is it even more delicious?

Unfortunately, Zhang Feng put his fingers into the basin, dipped it in a bit of thick soup, and licked it in his mouth.

In an instant, my head hurts even more.

No wonder they eat so much without image...

Lao Tzu wanted to die, but on the contrary, he brought out the flavor.

Zhang Feng can't eat anymore.

This meal is not for food at all.

Simply, Zhang Feng pretended not to know and asked: "Old Scholar, you are here today, if you have something, let’s just talk about it!"

"Okay!"

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"Wait for your drink!"

"Now there is something, you have to make an idea!"

Old Scholar sees it and never stops Hidden, blunt said: "Just you Sir..."

"This matter hasn't been written yet! Should I meet someone else's girl?"

Zhang Feng directly interrupted Old Scholar.

Old Scholar doesn't mind either.

"Oh! It’s like this, do you remember what happened yesterday? A maid in this mansion, I don’t know where I got a hosta, and it was in this shipment. One piece, so, Shopkeeper Zhang is scared! I sent it directly to the Yamen, but it was almost two hours before anyone came back. There was no news!"

"So , I don’t have any ideas, so I want to let you know what's going on?"

Zhang Feng hearing this, frowned slightly.

"This matter...it's a bit difficult! The maid at Rich Merchant doesn't know where she got this hosta. That was something that was told by the personal office yesterday. It's probably hard to do!"

Old Scholar and the others hearing this.

Hurry complexion changed.

"Feng'zi, in this matter, you have to find a way! That's your Sir!"

Zhang Feng is speechless.

How many times has he said it, without a word in the horoscope, is it all called by the Sir?

Zhang Feng couldn't help but stared at Old Scholar a little angrily, roaring in the heart.

"Why do men embarrass men so much?"

"..."