Chapter 1022 Why Not Become My Master?

“Alright, then the day after tomorrow morning, we’ll first head to Mount Kongtong to pay our respects to our master, and then go to the capital.”

"Okay, it's settled then." Although the separation was sad, Xie Zheng couldn't help but feel excited and nervous about becoming an apprentice as soon as possible.

He worried that he might not be good enough for the Moon-Accompanying Immortal.

After all, compared to the other Taoist priests, he was far inferior, and he had too many burdens in his cultivation that he couldn't let go of.

“Wow, you guys are really busy! Such a big change in just a few days. The new tiles look so nice and pleasing to the eye. I’ll have my roof re-laid soon.”

Li Dazui followed behind Huang San and his wife with a smile.

"Huang San, speak up! How will you know if you don't try?" he reminded him. "Have you forgotten what I said before?"

Huang San carried his frail wife on his back and knelt directly on the ground.

"Please, esteemed Taoist priests, save the child's mother. Huang San is deeply grateful and is willing to..."

Master Zhang quickly stepped forward, flicked his whisk, and pulled the person up.

"No need for such formalities, let's go inside and talk."

Master Han leaned against the apricot tree next to the sheepfold. The two branches, which used to hang things, were shaped like stools. He was quite comfortable lying on them to bask in the sun.

He looked at Zhang Chengxuan and shook his head slightly, muttering to himself, "This child is too concerned with being a doctor, going to great lengths to cure patients."

While others were unaware, he knew that the reason Li Dazui had suggested Huang San come to them for treatment was because Zhang Chengxuan had secretly given him a prelude in his dream.

However, this is also a good method.

Even gods can be corrupt and abuse their power, let alone humans.

Two hours later, Huang Sanqian carried his wife back home with a grateful smile on his face and his steps were much lighter.

He wanted to thank Song Chunxue for the silver, but Song Chunxue took Lord Xie to the mountaintop of her maternal home to see the place where she lived as a child.

Dinner was stir-fried rabbit meat, served with rice.

Song Chunxue had prepared two small bags of rice in her storage ring, but she had completely forgotten about cooking them.

After all, she eats noodles all year round, so she never thought of cooking rice.

If it weren't for Lord Zhao mentioning that he wanted to eat rice, Song Chunxue would have completely forgotten about it.

"If I had known you had rice, I would have eaten noodles with you guys every day," Lord Zhao said angrily, pointing at Song Chunxue. "Junior brother, can't you be more mindful? I've been living such a miserable life. I'm used to eating fine rice, and lately I'm practically eating dirt from eating noodles."

Song Chunxue sat by the stove tending the fire, looked up at her senior brother who was about to cry, and said expressionlessly, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"I..." Lord Zhao flicked his sleeves and walked out. "Don't burn it. Do you even know how to cook rice? I'll go and call Zhang Chengxuan."

"I know how to cook rice. It's just like cooking millet and sorghum. As long as it's roughly cooked, that's fine. Why are you being so demanding? You don't even know how."

"I may not know how to cook, but I know how to eat. If it's not cooked well, then I'll..."

"Hmm?" Song Chunxue looked up at him with an innocent expression, which made it inexplicably difficult for him to continue.

Lord Zhao paused for a moment, then said, "Alright, alright, but I think we should call Zhang Chengxuan over. He might be more capable than you."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Chengxuan walked into the kitchen, carrying some apricot tree branches that had been broken to roughly the same length, which were harder to burn than straw or similar materials.

“Let me see,” Zhang Chengxuan lifted the lid of the pot made of wheat straw. “Hmm, this lid smells so good. No wonder the steamed buns and dumplings have such a special aroma. The rice tonight will definitely be delicious too.”

As he spoke, he pressed his thumb against the first vertical line, "No matter what kind of pot it is, when steaming rice, the water level should be about one vertical line above the rice. If you want it firmer, be a little stricter; if you want it softer, raise the water level a little higher."

Song Chunxue nodded, "So our methods are similar."

"I like it a little softer," Lord Zhao said, standing to the side and craning his neck to look into the pot. "What kind of rice is this?"

"Ten coins a pound is already very good. I know you are all picky eaters, otherwise I would think three coins would be good enough." Song Chunxue waved her hand. "When the children bring the potato noodles from the eldest son's house, remember to soak them in cold water. I will peel the potatoes."

Lord Zhang moved his lips, "Although I know your potatoes are delicious, we can't eat potatoes every meal, can we?"

He seemed to know that this wasn't a good idea, and he seemed somewhat unsure of himself.

"Then Senior Brother should be more far-sighted in the future. If you come across any dishes you like to eat in the capital, save them in time. If there are any expensive dishes in the capital today, I will prepare a different one for you, no matter how expensive."

Song Chunxue spread her hands. “Even a clever housewife can’t cook without rice. All we have here are potatoes, cabbage, and meat. Those cold dishes were stored up from a few years ago, but we’ve run out recently. This year, I plan to stay in the river bend for five or six days to cut wild mustard greens, and then go to the Gobi Desert to the north to gather some sand onions. Senior Brother, next time you need to be aware of this too. You’re not the Zhao Lord who never lifts a finger anymore. Even if you don’t cook, you should still prepare some of your favorite ingredients.”

Wuji and Yebai stood outside the kitchen door, laughing so hard their stomachs hurt, but they dared not make a sound.

Haha, finally someone's going to teach Master a lesson for his picky tongue.

However, this time the master was quite patient, only starting to complain today. In fact, he had been grumbling about it for several days, saying, "Junior brother only knows potatoes, he can't live without potatoes."

"Senior Brother, hang in there for two more days. Besides, there are some green vegetables today. A lot of mustard greens have grown in the fields south of the mountain. Actually, we used to think of them as weeds and never ate them, but I see that other places like to eat them. So they can be considered wild vegetables. I'll blanch them and mix them with the salad."

These words made Lord Zhao quite embarrassed. He could only turn around, give a curt "hmm," and leave.

Master Zhang couldn't help but chuckle. Lord Xie stepped through the doorway and waited until everyone was out of sight before laughing, "You even dared to scold Lord Zhao. You've got some nerve."

"Was that an insult? It was all the truth."

At the dinner table, Master Han ate some rice, picked out a few pieces of meat, and then put down his chopsticks.

He picked up the lightly brewed tea, brought it to his nose to smell the aroma of roasted dates, and then his gaze fell on Xie Zheng.

"Is there something on his face, or is there writing on it?" Lord Zhao thought to himself, "You've looked at him at least thirty times today."

Master Han ignored him and tapped the table with his left hand. "Why do you insist on becoming Banyue Xianren's disciple? With your current official position, you can hardly see him even once a year. I am now his junior brother, and my skills are no less than his. Moreover, I can ask you to teach me anytime. How about I take you as my disciple?"

"Clang~"

Xie Zheng lost his grip on the teacup, looked up in surprise, and stared wide-eyed at Master Han, wanting to confirm how much truth there was in what he said.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, their minds racing.

"That's true, that makes sense." Lord Zhao nodded.

Song Chunxue and Zhang Daoren, realizing that Han Daoren was a snake demon and probably had even more tricks up his sleeve, couldn't help but look at Xie Zheng.

"That's right, that's right, it seems like this makes it easier for you to learn things in a short amount of time."

"What are you still standing there for? Get up and become my disciple." Master Zhang nudged his elbow. "If you hesitate even a little, it's your fault."

P.S.: Went out again today and forgot my keyboard, so this is just one chapter. Seeing a comment from one of you, hey, how come I didn't think of that? You guys have so many clever ideas. Today is March 3rd, have you eaten mustard greens yet?