I can’t eat the bacon at home, and it will take a while before it tastes like that.
Yingda also saw it. Naturally, I mentioned to his master that Chu Yue came over to cook for the monk this day, and the monk asked her: "Yingda said you have some strange things hanging from the eaves. "
"That's not a weird thing, it's bacon and sausage, it tastes good." Chu Yue said after hearing it.
"I haven't eaten it." The monk said.
He was eating steamed buns, with soybean sprouts and sweet and sour pork ribs.
This sweet and sour pork ribs are not real ribs, but they are made with potato fritters, etc. It is also very laborious, but obviously the monk likes it.
Although it was not meat, it really smelled of meat, and he almost forgot what meat tasted.
Chu Yue didn't expect him to say this. How could she still hear a little aggrieved taste from this, did she hear it wrong?
"But that's meat. If the master is still vulgar, the concubine will cook it for the master every year." But Chu Yue was thrown away at once and turned to say.
The monk glanced at her, and looked at him embarrassedly when he saw this woman, his eyes were helpless, this widow's mind was really...
He said nothing and continued to eat his own.
"Master, did you hear what the concubine told the eagle to spread?" Chu Yue waited for him to finish eating, cleaned up the dishes and asked.
The monk glanced at her and said, "My shoulders are okay."
"The concubine won't disturb the master." Chu Yue nodded, and came out after he brought the dishes.
The monk did not expect her to leave so quickly, and frowned slightly.
Always staying in the corner like a transparent person, just want to see how she served the master's father-in-law, so scared, alas, you widow, didn't you see that the master's son wanted to keep you talking? You just ran away.
He thought she had any means to coax the master to send all the good things to her. The words in the front sounded sultry, why is the back so boring?
It's a widow, and I can see with this vision, I'm afraid that even if it becomes popular, it won't last long.
Thinking of this, the widow went back and forth and came in again with the eight-treasure porridge. Father Feng saw that his master son's face quickly changed from cloudy to sunny.
Yes, I'm worried.
"Master, you haven't eaten much in the past two days, and the concubine cooked you a bit of eight-treasure porridge. Drink more." The widow scooped a bowl and said softly.
"You didn't go back." The monk looked at her.
"Master." The widow's face was white.
"How is this eight-treasure porridge made?" The monk said warmly when he saw that she had misunderstood.
The widow looked at him more and confirmed that he was not driving herself, and then she smiled: "Where does the master need to know this? As long as the master wants to drink, the concubine can do it for the master at any time, and we women will do these things. All right."
"I'm tired of you." The monk nodded.
"What a concubine's work is exhausting, it's not as good as the master's one-tenth of a thousandth of the concubine's thoughts, but the concubine's body is all over, and this is what you can tell." Chu Yue said, face Shang also brought two points of silence.
It seems that I feel that I am useless because I can't help myself.
The monk said: "You are fine." So you don't need to look down on yourself so presumptuously.
Chu Yue smiled reluctantly and said: "The master doesn't dislike it, but the master can rest assured that the concubine will work hard, but if the master has anything useful to the concubine, you have to talk to the concubine as soon as possible."
"Yeah." The monk agreed.
The widow obviously wanted to stay and talk to him. He was drinking the eight-treasure porridge, while she took out a pair of shoes, which had just been made.
She can't do this by herself, but the original owner will, and with Hupo guidance, she can also be a good wife and mother.
"Is this made for me?" The monk saw that these were men's shoes and looked at her.
"The craftsmanship of my concubine is not good, and I don't know whether the shoes are made to fit or not. The concubine made them two nights away. I hope the master will not dislike it." Chu Yue took the shoes and looked at it embarrassingly. He glanced at the monk and said.
The monk nodded and said: "You are bothering."
Chu Yue was obviously happy, so I gave him a try, and it was really suitable. The monk's eyes were soft. The widow was considerate and considerate about everything about him.
As if he was her god, even if he was still a monk and couldn't give her what she wanted, she still had no regrets.
In the corner, the father-in-law, who has a very low sense of existence like a transparent person, can be regarded as a real experience. No wonder the master can care for her. This widow is really good at it.
This is useful, if he guessed right, this is the legendary wanting to catch, boil the frog in warm water, right?
Then, he heard the widow talk about some folk affairs. If he didn't know that the widow didn't know the identity of the master, he would have thought that the widow had come prepared.
Both inside and outside are boasting that the current emperor’s dressing and eating, and working hard to govern, make Haiyan Heqing, the people live and work in peace, rainbow farts one after another. The father-in-law Feng, who has always been known for flattering, felt that he had met an opponent!
"The current saint is not as good as you said." Maybe she was a little embarrassed by her praise, the monk coughed and said, but in his eyes, there was a smile.
"Master, you can't say that. The saints today are indeed excellent. They encourage land reclamation and reduce taxes. The people don't know how grateful the emperor is." (Chu Yue) said.
These were all from her memory, but they weren't too vain. Even from the perspective of her later generations, the one above the court was a rare good emperor.
"Although it is so, it is still something that I can't take care of." The monk shook his head. This is what he regrets, but sitting in the hall, there are many things that he can't do even if he wants to do it.
The emperor is not omnipotent.
"Although the emperor is the emperor of the true dragon, he is also the body of a mortal. It is normal to not take care of it. However, if he can be close to the virtuous ministers and treacherous, the Dafeng dynasty will naturally become better and better, and the people will become more Stable." Chu Yue said.
Feng Gong Gongxin said that the widow was really bold and even dared to discuss court affairs with the master.
But the person who doesn't know is not guilty, and there is nothing to care about, after all, the master doesn't care, and he seems quite happy.
"Then you say, how can people's hearts be stable?" The monk said with a little interest in watching her.
"The wishes of the people are very simple. As long as they are not allowed to suffer from the war and can let them live and work in peace and contentment, the people's hearts will naturally be stable. But these are too far away. For now, the emperor still has to do one thing. It's important, otherwise the people will not feel at ease if their stomachs are full." Chu Yue said.
"What's the matter?" The monk frowned and thought for a while, as if he should have almost done what he should do. What else could disturb the people?
