Vol 3 Chapter 2752: Farmhouse Eighteen Style

When Zhang Ergou heard it, he actually went up by two thousand, and he immediately beamed his brows, and immediately walked to the young lady and vowed: "Okay, I promise to do it!"
At this moment, when he was wiping the car, he felt that his waist no longer hurts, his legs no longer hurt, and Kong Wu instantly became stronger all over his body!
He thinks he can resist the inhuman torture of the housekeeper, he wants to be the driver for the young lady for the rest of his life until retirement!
Yi Feng saw that he was full of energy and couldn't help covering his mouth and laughed. This second dog is much more interesting than the serious steward Cheng!
Early the next morning, before the sun rose, Yi Feng called Zhang Ergou and told him to get up. +++All Tanmei novels: www.sto123.cc网o
Zhang Ergou's sleepy eyes, wiped his eyes, and looked at the phone, it was only five o'clock, this little ancestor is going against the sky!
"Miss, people haven't opened the door so early!" Shi Mingju and Zhang Ergou had been there a long time ago. It was just that a gangster like him would stand far away and join in the fun. As soon as he has no capital and no ability, he wants to be more personal.
"We will go to the neighborhood for morning tea without opening the door, and wait for the door to open!"
I have long heard that there is a very good morning tea shop near Shimingju. Enjoying the sunrise and eating morning tea, it should be very good!
There was a drop of cold sweat on Zhang Ergou's face. The young lady knew a lot, and even knew that there was a morning tea shop nearby!
"okay, I get it!"
"I'll give you five minutes. If you don't see you in five minutes, I will deduct your salary!"
Damn it! Don't take her to bully people so much! The young lady looked very young, but she was a thief.
Five minutes later, Zhang Ergou appeared in front of Yi Long and Yi Feng with his arms around his waistband and rolling around.
Yi Feng was watching the countdown on his watch, and seeing Zhang Ergou arrived, he nodded in satisfaction: "Well, yes, the time is just right! Drive, go!"
Zhang Ergou remembered that he had not had time to wash his face, so he wiped his face with his hands.
Yi Feng "tsk tsk" disgusted, Zhang Ergou is really rough, he is also a man, his brother is very clean and meticulous.
If Zhang Ergou knew that the young lady would still dislike him, he would probably cry for his father and mother again. After all, Yi Feng only gave him five minutes. Where did he come in time!
Zhang Ergou drove, the accelerator pedal slammed, the brakes kept on, and soon he arrived at the morning tea shop.
The morning tea shop here has been open for more than 20 years. In the past two years, the boss has also worked hard to decorate the place from the inside out, so when Yi Feng saw the magnificent morning tea shop, he felt luxurious enough. o
The way of morning tea prevails in Nanling Country. Unlike their Apocalypse Country, most people have a simple breakfast.
The morning tea house is self-service. There is a flat price for 180 people regardless of age.
This is a luxury for Zhang Ergou. He originally wanted to retract into the car with interest, but Yi Feng turned his head and called him: "Go, let's go together."
"Swipe the card!" Yi Long didn't bring cash, but brought Zhang Nanlingguo's black gold card. The person who collected the money at the door didn't intend to lift it, but when she saw the black gold card, she couldn't help but looked up curiously.
It was actually taken by a child. Think about it at the front desk, it should be the child who took the parent's card to pay the bill! But I looked at Zhang Ergou, who was following Yi Long and Yi Feng, and felt that his temperament was insignificant, absolutely nothing to do with these two outstanding children.
"How many?"
"Three."
"Wait a minute, I will pay you now."
After Yi Long bought the order, the three people went in. Yi Long and Yi Feng always don't like to be disturbed, so they just chose a quieter box.
"Uh, nothing, nothing!" Lan Qing'er waved her hand quickly. The tiger's head broke ground, she didn't dare: "Actually, this is something that father can definitely do, but father is willing or not," said Lan Qing'er. He glanced at him and slowly said, "Father, Qing'er's request is to let his father come to Fenghou Palace to have a meal with His Highness and Qing'er every week. This way...can you agree?"
Have a meal with your parents, that’s the most
Simple requirements, but in the emperor’s house, it’s not easy to do it. It is said that the most ruthless emperor’s family. Such a simple family pleasure, you have to look at your father’s face and do things, no wonder they say that once you enter the court The door is as deep as the sea.
Seeing her silky eyes with a gleam of crystal light inside, the king moved in his heart, thinking about his escape and ignoring for many years, but he did not see his son's struggling. To the responsibility of being a father.
Thinking of this, the king nodded: "If this king is free, this king will go."
Lan Qing'er's eyes lit up: "Father, it's better to hit the sky if you choose the day. Didn't you just chat with Mr. Zhou? Qing'er believes that your majesty has decided something. My father will not be very busy today, right? No matter how busy you are, you have to eat, right, now it’s almost time for dinner, so my father should come to Fenghou Palace for dinner!"
The king raised an eyebrow: "You girl has a plan!"
See through again! Lan Qing'er stuck out his tongue. o
"Yes, Qing'er had a premeditated plan. Qing'er had promised His Highness that his father would come to Fenghou Palace today, so His Highness was very happy...have already personally cooked!"
"What are you talking about? Yu'er cooks himself?" The king was surprised.
"Yeah!" Lan Qing'er smiled and said, "Father, you haven't tasted the craftsmanship of His Highness, it's delicious! Father, you should go to Fenghou Palace today, otherwise His Highness will definitely wait eagerly. of."
"Yu'er..." The king felt soft and folded the memorial together: "Well, this king will go now!"
"Thank you, father!" Lan Qinger jumped three meters high: "Father, let's go!"
When the king came to the Phoenix Queen's Palace, he saw Feng Yumo waiting from a distance. In a piece of white snow, his figure looked very lonely, and the king felt a pain in his heart and hurried forward.
"The son knocks on his father..."
The king put his hands together: "Yu'er, you are not in good health, so don't stand outside, come and go with your father."
At the moment his hands touched, Feng Yumo's body trembled, and a warm feeling poured out, and he couldn't help but nod his head: "Well, father, please come in."
The difference from the previous period is that there are many heaters in the main hall of the Phoenix Queen's Palace. It is not as cold as before, but the huge palace is not furnished and looks very deserted. When the king came in, he couldn't help but frown.
The three of them sat down, the king was in the main seat, the palace people brought cakes and fruits, and Feng Yumo and Lan Qing'er sat in the side seats.
"Yu'er, is the Phoenix harem... still warm?" the king said with a sip of tea.
Feng Yumo nodded: "It's very warm."
The king squeezed in his heart, looked around, and said something: "It's...it's so big..."
Feng Yumo nodded: "Yes, the Phoenix Queen's Palace is very large, and Yu is grateful for his father's permission to return to the palace."
As soon as the words came out, the king's heart was gloomy, his mouth overflowed with a faint smile, but he was silent.
Seeing that the atmosphere fell silent, Lan Qing'er smiled and said, "Yes, this place is much cleaner than the palace of the prince. Father, the palace of the prince was burned some time ago. I don't know if it has been repaired now."
The king put down the tea cup: "According to someone Han's report, the royal prince's palace is related to the building. Now someone Han is investigating who the mastermind behind the scenes is. It came to light."
Is it related to Oathyue Moxuan? ! Lan Qinger said in his heart!
Aren't those people from Zhou Chengyuan's mansion? !
"Father, you are working hard for government affairs. Yu is already in the palace. Those who are not in a hurry, as long as they can return to the palace of the king and stay in the palace of Phoenix, Yu will be satisfied."
The king's eyes flashed, but there was no word.
"Oh, Father, Your Highness, I see you have nothing to say. Why are the father and son so different from each other? You can talk about everything!" Lan Qinger smiled and said, "Father, don't you what Qinger said. Annoyed, Yi Qing'er
Behold, this Phoenix harem is much better than the palace of the royal prince outside. At least there is a heater and there are people waiting for you. You don’t need to do it yourself. Before, Qing'er and His Royal Highness started to work with happiness, but it’s not as comfortable as being here. Ah, at least you can sleep in here, don’t worry about this meal...
At this point, Lan Qing’er paused and glanced at the king. Seeing that his expression was a bit wrong, she closed quickly. mouth.
"Father, don't be upset. Qing'er also said this sentence. Now Qing'er and His Royal Highness only want to have a reunion dinner with their father when they are free. This is very satisfying."
"Qing'er!" Feng Yumo shook her hand: "Qing'er, don't mess around. My father is working for government affairs. There will be no time to come to Fenghar Palace. My father is also busy today. As a minister, he should be considerate. The difficulty of being a king, Qing'er, don't talk about it anymore."
"Hahaha!" The king suddenly laughed and said, "Say, why don't you tell me, since your mother's absence, no one has dared to talk to the king like this. This king's palace is lifeless, with Qing'er here, and finally with With some vitality, this king is happy today, no matter what Qing'er says, this king will not blame it!"
"Really?!" Lan Qing'er's eyes lit up: "Then Qing'er is hungry now, is it possible to have dinner?"
"Qing'er!" Feng Yumo's face changed slightly: "Father hasn't spoken yet, so don't do anything like this again..."
"Good, good!" The king interrupted with a smile: "It's not too early now, it's time for dinner, so let's have dinner soon. The king also wants to taste Yu'er's craftsmanship."
"Okay, let's serve the dishes!" Before Feng Yumo could speak, Lan Qing'er clapped his hands and said, "Your Highness, serve the dishes."
Feng Yumo smiled slightly and nodded slightly to the palace man standing behind him. The palace man understood and stepped back.
After a while, I saw the people in the palace came up with the dishes and put them in front of everyone. For a while, the aroma in the hall was overflowing.
The dishes on the countertop are different from ordinary royal dishes. They lack a little effort in terms of appearance and aroma, but they make people feel a cordial taste.
"Yu'er, are these dishes famous?" the king asked in doubt.
Feng Yumo respectfully said, "Going back to my father, there are 18 dishes in total. They are called farm 18 styles. They are all ordinary farm dishes. Yu Jiu lives outside the palace and does not understand the cooking methods in the palace, so he can only cook these. I want to let my father taste a new taste, and I hope my father will understand."
"Farmhouse Eighteen Style..." the king whispered, picking up a piece of stewed meat and sending it to his mouth, his eyes lit up: "Well, it's delicious! Yu'er, are these all your personally made? "
Feng Yumo smiled and nodded: "I hope my father will not dislike it..."
"Father, as well as me!" Lan Qing'er protested, "Qing'er also helps to cut vegetables! Otherwise, how long will your Highness cook these 18 dishes!"
The king shook his head and smiled: "This king knows that you can help. How about rewarding you after this king has eaten this meal?"
Have a reward? ! Lan Qing'er opened her eyes wide and nodded, "Thank you, father."
This farmhouse’s 18-style, as the name suggests, is the dishes prepared by the farmers. It is different from the dishes cooked in the king’s palace. It is mainly based on the dishes eaten by ordinary people. During the dinner, Lan Qing'er kept stirring up the topic. The father and son kept talking, and laughed constantly.
Everyone ate this meal very happily. When the banquet was over, people in the harem presented fruit cakes, and several people sat around the table and leisurely ate fruit tea.
Half a decade after the banquet, watching the king and Feng Yumo's conversation stopped again, Lan Qing'er glanced at the king, and when he saw that he wanted to leave, he was a little worried.
But the king stayed here for so long, enough to see how the king's feelings towards Feng Yumo was. Feng Xuanmo was so terrified that the king just glanced at him.
Since Feng Xuanmo is not here, then she...
"Father, didn't you say you want to reward Qing'er?" Lan Qing'er squinted and smiled.