No wonder my father always told him that people in the world didn’t have a few truths to say. Zhou Yang didn’t have a deep understanding before, but now he can feel what his father said at a close distance.

Although this person is not a man from the martial arts world, if he hadn't learned the truth, he would have been fooled by Fan Xingdong. In order to live a stable life and become a shopkeeper, he would definitely go through fire and water for such a good brother to inherit the family business.

Secretly swallowing, Zhou Yang clenched his fists with gratitude, "Thank you for your re-creation. Brother, for your place to stay, pave a smooth road for me. I... As long as I live for one day, I will definitely protect my brother Zhouquan for one day. If you violate this oath, you will be struck by lightning on the same day, with three swords and nine holes!"

Anyway, this name is fake, so it’s okay to swear by casually, and Zhou Yang showed a silly smile.

Fan Xingdong was very satisfied with this and immediately pulled Zhou Yang away from the Biezhuang.

After Zhou Yang entered the Biezhuang, he did not dare to pass the news without authorization, but Liu Ruyue kept sending people to stare at Fanxingdong, so when the two left the Biezhuang and returned to Fanzhuang, she knew it immediately.

Yingge breathed a sigh of relief, "Sister, you can finally have a stable sleep now. You haven't been able to sleep well these days, look at you being haggard."

As she said that, she scooped a bowl of Tremella seed soup from the soup pot, "My sister knows better about food than me, but I cooked it myself. My sister will drink one bowl to moisten the lungs and clear the heart and relieve anxiety."

Under Liu Ruyue's guidance, Yingge's cooking skills have not improved much, but it is not that scary to make a tremlin soup.

Liu Ruyue picked up the bowl and drank it, "Yingge is good at cooking, so I'll give me another bowl."

Yingge knew his cooking skills, but he was so happy that he took a spoon and scooped her a bowl, "Sister, you said these things have happened one after another recently. Now Xian'er has entered the palace, and the empress dowager has not been released. We have no acquaintances in the harem."

"Oh, I said it, I won't bother my sister anymore, but I'll raise it myself." Yingge was very upset and slapped herself.

"Xian'er is also a smart girl. She doesn't do things that are smart. I hope she will have a good fortune." Liu Ruyue scooped a porcelain spoon of too sweet tremella soup and drank it, but she didn't make her bitter heart sweet.

Things in the palace are not something that ordinary people who have no power can come into contact with.

"Everyone has his own luck." Even so, Liu Ruyue still found her life, brought the brewed new wine to Mr. Nangong's mansion.

The capital has been quite hot these days. Nangong Hong, who has always liked to run around, has been staying at home to fish. His family's concept is different from his. He is so bored that he is as happy as a child when he sees Liu Ruyue coming to the door. He throws the fishing rod and comes over.

Maybe at the beginning, I dealt with Shi Niang because of her wine and her unique dishes. Now Nangong Hong knows that it is not just that, but also Shi Niang's insight.

She has a broader understanding than these women trapped in the back home, who only have a career in the officialdom. She has studied and has no pretentious conversations. She describes what she sees, hears and feels on the journey, and is not as nagging as those villagers in the vegetable market.

He, the old man, also had a friend of age. If his old and handsome brother found out, he would be afraid that he would kneel to the ancestral hall again, and he would even treat the wife as his friend, so why would he be friends?

"Shi Niang, what delicious food are you bringing to me again?" Although my friend is important, Nangong Hong would rather smash it when he saw the food box that Shi Niang was carrying.

"You always try it first, guess what I made of this dish." Liu Ruyue handed the food box to the servant who was serving Nangong Hong.

The servants and maids hurried into the pavilion, placing dishes, pouring wine, and going to the kitchen to arrange snacks. Although they are busy, they are orderly. This is the foundation of the aristocratic family. Compared with the servants who are so stylish but frivolous, but arrogant, they are judged immediately.

After being served to wash his face and hands, Nangong Hong couldn't stop laughing when he saw the maid's soup pot with the lid on it, "Shi Niang asked me to guess, isn't this a lotus pod and lotus root, making a pot of clear soup? You can tell at a glance that I still need to guess?"

But when he saw Liu Ruyue, he didn't say anything, Nangong Hong knew that this dish was probably not as straightforward as he guessed.

His face was as serious as he was writing a new poem. He held the chopsticks and picked up the root roots that were only two fingers thick, and bit them in one bite. It didn't have the expected crisp taste, and it was as soft as Lantern Festival.

He picked up the green lotus pods as bright as jade, with the fragrance of lotus leaves, and the sweet entrance.

The pink lotus flowers also have a faint lotus fragrance. This bowl of soup is wonderful in its unique shape. On this hot summer, it is cool and taste-like.

"It turns out that they are all made of flour. I'm saying that at this time, the lotus flowers have withered and the lotus pods have dried and yellow. Where can there be such green and tender lotus pods and small lotus roots?" Nangong Hong was amazed.

He has eaten a lot of pasta. After the flour is mixed with water, a chef with good skills can make various pleasant shapes.

For example, rabbits, cows, sheep, and fish-shaped steamed buns, he has seen them before.

But this was the first time I saw someone making the dough into crystal clear root roots, which took more time than the chefs in the past.

Although the taste is not as novel as expected, this wonderful idea is very attentive.

"You try this dish again."

Nangong Hong didn't dare to speak randomly this time. He couldn't tell the appearance of the main ingredient just by looking at this side dish. He picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

I just feel that it melts in my mouth, accompanied by an indescribable aroma of dried fruit, and a chicken flavor, "Diced Chicken!"

"No, this is made of eggplant."

"Eggplant?" Nangong Hong looked at you and looked at Liu Ruyue, "Why can't I taste the smell of eggplant? Moreover, the eggplant is soft and rotten, and this eggplant is very vigorous when eaten."

Liu Ruyue knew that if she didn't explain clearly, Nangong Hong would definitely not believe it and would have to pull her into a fight for most of the day.

She explained in detail one by one, "The new eggplant in April and May has been peeled, washed and cut into thin thin hair, and dried it. Grab a fat hen and cooked it out of the old soup, put the eggplant on a steamer on a pot where the chicken soup is boiled to taste, and then dried it.

In this way, steaming and drying will naturally dry and crisp. Put it in a magnet tube and seal it tightly. When you want to eat it, take out a plate and mix it with fried chicken and melon seeds."

Liu Ruyue told Nangong Hong again how to make chicken and melon seeds, and the old man stared at him, "It's so troublesome. I think the food in the palace is so complicated and detailed. This dish of eggplant actually uses about twenty chickens as ingredients just to make the eggplant taste less like eggplant."

This dish was from an extremely luxurious family served by Liu Ruyue in the last life. The seasonings are not very expensive, but the cooking process is indeed very time-consuming as Mr. Nangong Hong said.
Chapter completed!