Your Highness must have been lonely for too long.

But what surprised him even more was that the speaker was so comfortable and the listener was not uneasy. According to the prince, this was the second time the two met, and they were talking as freely as old friends? Is it because of the same experience?

Live through the tribulation of life and death?

"The child said that she made this with her own hands." Prince Jin'an continued.

The chamberlain came back to his senses and nodded with a smile.

"Yes, yes, congratulations to Your Highness." He leaned over and saluted.

Prince Jin'an opened the box and looked at the three pastries left in it.

"I remember my mother also made this for me when I was a child," he said suddenly.

The waiter's face trembled, and his expression was a little complicated.

"Well, I wonder if it tastes the same." He forced a smile and said, "Your Highness, please try it."

Prince Jin'an looked at the snacks without moving and remained silent for a moment.

"Maybe, maybe, the snacks are all the same, not necessarily the same. As for the taste, I have long forgotten." He said, and then laughed.

The waiter lowered his head and said nothing.

There were footsteps outside the door.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty and Your Majesty will send you your birthday gift."

The prince of Jin'an County pushed the lid of the box under the tables, turned around and rushed outside to bow his head.

The door has been opened, and four waiters came in with smiles holding trays, which were filled with gold and jade brocade pens, inks, paper and inkstones, shining and heavy.

"Your Majesty has given you a set of the Four Treasures of the Study and a jade belt."

"The Queen Mother has given me a pair of golden flat agate plates and a covered bowl."

"The Queen gave me twelve South Sea pearls."

"The virtuous concubine..."

Prince Jin'an raised his head, with a smile on his face, straightened himself up again and paid homage.

"My lord, thank you Longen." He sang the promise loudly.

In Taiping Juli, Li Dashao knelt down and bent over.

"Thank you ma'am for your kindness," he said.

He didn't get up from his head lying on the ground, and the man's voice was nasal and muffled.

"Thank you for what I did. I didn't carve the tofu." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Li Dashao still didn't raise his head.

He thought that a long time ago, he had knelt down in front of a person like this, begging not to be driven away, and begging to be left with a way out.

He has been an apprentice with his master since he was ten years old, and until he was twenty-eight years old, he knew nothing but being a cook. He didn't have to ask for the bonus from Mr. Dou, or he could ask for less wages, as long as he didn't drive him away.

He couldn't speak and could only kowtow.

Please, please, please, please my boss, please my boss.

Li Dashao was lying on the ground, his sleeves close to his face gradually getting wet.

But his pleading was in vain, he was driven away, useless, became a waste, sick to death, sold his cattle and land, and sold his wife's dowry field, I am old and stupid, my wife

Frank is sick and the child is still young. He has already seen what will happen next when he dies.

First the land is sold out, then the house is sold, and then the daughter-in-law will be forced to remarry by her parents' family. The children will either starve to death or be sold, and the mother will starve to death in the wild. If she is lucky, the villagers will bury her with a rag.

If you are not lucky, you will fill the belly of a wild dog.

At first, people in the village would chat and lament the pity of this family, but soon no one would talk about it anymore, and then the family would be forgotten, as if they had never existed in the world.

No matter what the ending is, there will be no ending like what he has today.

He carried the dishes he cooked and followed the great monk who was enjoying the royal offerings. Under the gaze of so many people, he walked step by step into the Buddhist temple. Accompanied by the great monk's worship to the Buddha, he personally placed the dishes he cooked on the magnificent table.

In front of the Buddha statue.

He, Li Dashao, made the dishes!

He, Li Dashao, finally looks like a human being!

How did all this happen? He raised his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the maid sitting beside him.

"Brother, I've hired a doctor to see you."

In the dim room where he was waiting to die, a clear voice sounded in his ears.

"The doctor has examined you. You will be fine soon. Don't worry."

Li Dashao looked up at the woman sitting in front of him.

"Madam, thank you very much for treating my illness." He said, bowing his head again, his voice choked with sobs, "My child is fully recovered now."

It not only cured his disease, but also cured his life.

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Chapter completed!