Chapter 368 Are you a hooligan? You want me to take off my clothes?
Wen Jiushisi saw the look on his face, then glanced at the cold-faced Fourth Master in front of him, and pulled his sleeve.
The Fourth Master slowed down his pace, turned around and glared at Wen Jiu: "Don't worry about him."
Wenjiu shook his hand and said, "Grandpa, he is your biological brother. He wasn't picked up. How can you just ignore him?" After saying that, he immediately went to the back.
The Fourth Master gritted his teeth and wanted to go back but couldn't bring himself to do it, so he ended up slowing down his pace.
"Master Fourteen, come and try it." He went to Fourteen to warm the wine, took a chicken foot, shook it in front of Fourteen, and then took a bite, looking very enjoyable.
The braised chicken feet are extremely tasty and rich in flavor, but only slightly spicy and numb. They are so delicious that you can't stop eating them.
Fourteen sniffed with his back to the warm wine, then turned around and glared at her: "How dare you offer this kind of food that only low-class people eat in front of me? You look like this now, how can you still act like a girl?"
Wen Jiu pretended not to see his red eyes and just said, "Miss, can you eat enough? Now it's chicken feet and you can't let it go to waste."
People say that brothers are like brothers. Today we ate a chicken foot together. So we should get along well with each other like brothers from now on, right? "
Fourteen sneered coldly: "You all know the truth, brothers are like limbs, and women are like clothes! Why didn't I see that he treated me as his limbs? He gave up his hands for a piece of clothing, he is really the biggest fool in the world!"
Wenjiu felt more and more displeased with what he heard. This brat really needed to be taught a lesson.
However, considering that he is still young, Wenjiu will not bother with him for the time being.
"Fourteenth Master, now I'm giving you a choice. Do you want to strip off all your clothes, or chop off one of your hands?"
When Fourteen heard this, his eyebrows knitted together, and his cheeks puffed up with anger: "Why would I choose? Are you a hooligan? You even want me to take off my clothes!"
When the fourth master in front heard this, he could no longer hold back. He stopped, turned around abruptly and walked towards this side.
Wen Jiu spread his hands innocently: "Didn't the Fourteenth Master say that brothers are like limbs, and women are like clothes. Isn't this asking you to choose one?"
"You are making a wrong argument!" The Fourteenth Master was so angry that he glared at her and was speechless for a long time. How could he take off all his clothes? But cutting off a hand was also not an option. "Can't I go back and change my clothes at night? I have a lot of clothes!"
Wen Jiu then laughed again: "But the Fourth Master is wearing the same dress as the Lady's today. The Fourteenth Master insisted that he take it off. Can he do it?"
Now, Fourteen was silent for a long time.
He said, warming the wine with bitterness and good medicine: "Fourteenth Master, Fourth Master has always been on your side. Do you know that the deeper the love, the more severe the blame?"
Fourteen frowned in thought, and Wen Jiu continued, "If two people sit at a large table and lift their hands together, they can lift the table.
If two people push their hands against each other, it's arm wrestling, and they can only become rivals, and both will suffer in the end. The table didn't move at all. "Fourteenth Master, do you understand what I mean?"
The Fourteenth Master looked at Wenjiu deeply, and before he could say anything, Wenjiu was pulled forward by the Fourth Master.
"Hey? Master, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Wenjiu wanted to turn around to look at Fourteen, but his head was turned back by the Fourth Master.
The Fourteenth Master behind him curled his lips, then quickly caught up.
"Warm the wine, I think what you said is wrong. If I and Fourth Brother want to move a table, we just need to call a servant!"
Seeing Wenjiu's stunned look, the Fourteenth Master suddenly laughed. He took a bite of the braised chicken feet in a good mood and was surprised: "Hey? Wenjiu, you're right, your chicken feet taste really good."
Although Wen Jiu treated him like a three-year-old child and told him such simple truths, Shisi really realized one thing: no matter what clothes they are wearing, these siblings will always be his siblings.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Wenjiu, you are too shabby. You can't even be called a piece of clothing now. At best, you are wearing a knee pad.
You have to work hard and learn to be more versatile. Then I won’t have to look at that annoying piece of clothing anymore, I’ll just look at you.”
Warming the wine: "..."
Fortunately, she completed nine years of compulsory education, otherwise, she would not be able to understand what this young man said!
Children in ancient times were really not cute at all!
"Alright, if you want to eat something from now on, send someone to the Prince's Mansion to tell us. Don't make things difficult for the Concubine and let others laugh at you."
The Fourth Master had a stiff face, and after saying this, he walked forward with the warm wine.
Fourteenth blinked blankly, then looked at the eunuch beside him: "What did Fourth Brother just say?"
The young eunuch immediately replied, "Fourteenth Master, the Fourth Master said that if you want to eat something in the future, you can send someone to the Prince's Mansion to pass on the message."
The young eunuch was also a little confused at the moment. This was really new. The prince was actually so kind to his master? He even asked the master to tell him what he wanted to eat. Did the sun rise from the west?
Fourteen pinched his cheeks in a daze, gasped in pain, and suddenly smiled: "Fourth brother, warm the wine, wait for me."
As he spoke, he ran to catch up.
Emperor Kangxi had been waiting for a long time. When the Fourth Master and his companions arrived, before they could even greet him, Emperor Kangxi waved his hand and said, "No need to greet me, little girl Wen. Come and take a look at this pancake I baked. How do you like it?"
It turned out that at some point, Emperor Kangxi had moved the large iron plate used to warm wine and make pancakes into the Qianqing Palace.
Wen Jiuzhi said: "Your Majesty, your culinary talent is second only to Master Jiu."
Tong Guowei, who was left behind as an exception, started to tremble with his hands while eating pancakes after hearing this. He subconsciously turned his gaze to Emperor Kangxi's face and then looked at the Ninth Master.
Oh, Master Jiu is so unlucky, he was badly cheated by this girl.
Who would have thought that the next second, Jiu Ye patted his chest happily and came close to Emperor Kangxi: "Father, how is it? Isn't my son amazing?"
Emperor Kangxi slapped him on the forehead and said, "Go away. You're so proud of yourself just because someone praises you."
Emperor Kangxi didn't sit there grilling like last time. Instead, he put down the wooden board in his hand, stood up and said, "Wen girl, are you going to barbecue again this time? I saw that you put all the things they prepared on skewers."
"Your Majesty, you guessed wrong again. This time, we'll boil the skewers. I'm sure Your Majesty will like them too."
Wen Jiu said this and immediately walked to the front of the table: "Excuse me for showing off."
What you need to make warm wine is actually two soup bases.
One is the soup base for cooking spicy skewers, and the other is the dipping soup base for cold pot Bobo chicken.
As the saying goes, if these two soup bases are cooked well, they will be delicious even if you dip the soles of your shoes in them.
It is similar to Malatang in that you also need to stir-fry the ingredients first, then pour them into the pot in an orderly manner and stir-fry. After a while, the aroma will spread throughout the hall.
The chef of the imperial kitchen, who had sneaked over, almost popped his eyes out: "Old...Old Wen! Is this your little girl Wen?"
How could such crude food be served to Emperor Kangxi?
In the morning, the chef was almost scared to death after having the meal prepared once in the imperial kitchen.
Now the same thing happened again, the head chef thought that someone was trying to attract attention, so he sneaked over to take a look to see what it was all about.
But I didn’t expect that this person would dare to open fire in the Qianqing Palace!
She is the child of my best friend, and she is a fair and tender little girl!
What surprised him even more was that the material actually tasted excellent.
Uncle Wen was also confused at this moment, looking at his niece in the hall with a bewildered look on his face: "...Is...right?"
Is this my niece who has never done any housework? Is this a dream?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com