Chapter 30 Good Boy Fusu
Fusu is very well behaved and eats quietly.
Zhao Yuanxi had been paying attention to him, and when he saw Fusu smile and the two shallow dimples revealed, his heart almost melted.
Zhao Yuanxi picked up a piece of pork ribs for him and said, "Try this one. I put a little more sugar in it. It should be more to your taste."
The ribs were stewed until the meat and bones were almost separated, and covered with a layer of amber sauce. The aroma of the sauce mixed with the sweet fragrance penetrated Fusu's nose.
He licked the corner of his mouth and took a bite of the meat. The moment it entered his mouth, the soft meat mixed with the sweet and fragrant sauce melted in his mouth, making his tongue unable to stop eating.
Zhao Yuanxi saw two dimples quietly appearing again, and made a "yeah" gesture in his heart.
She resisted the urge to touch the little guy's head and gave each of them another bowl of rice.
Ziying was very good at eating. After getting the rice in the bowl, he begged his grandmother to mix the braised pork sauce into his bowl.
Zhao Yuanxi had to admit that foodies do have a talent for food. Ziying learned it by himself and discovered the best way to eat it.
A hint of envy flashed in Fusu's eyes. As he lowered his eyelids and continued eating, a spoonful of red sauce was poured into his bowl.
"Just tell me what you want to eat. I'm not only Ziying's mother, but also yours. You don't have to follow so many rules with me. Although I don't have any other abilities, I can raise you two strong and healthy!" Zhao Yuanxi smiled gently.
Fusu felt his face getting a little hot. Did his mother see it?
He was just a little envious of Ziying for being so close to his grandmother.
but--
Fusu looked up at his great mother, his hands sweating nervously. He carefully tugged at the corner of her clothes and summoned up the courage to ask, "Great mother, can I have another bowl?"
The Book of Rites says that one should not seek to eat to one's fullness, and nobles should eat no more than three spoonfuls of food. Fusu was taught by great Confucian scholars, so naturally he always followed this rule.
But the food in front of him was really delicious, and he really wanted to eat some more. The teacher would definitely not allow him to be so rude, but now the person sitting next to him was his mother!
Zhao Yuanxi laughed, pinched Fusu's fair little face, and said with a smile, "Of course you can, eat more if you like, but don't be like Ziying, who always eats too much."
"Grandmother, you're talking nonsense. I didn't!" Ziying was unhappy. He was just full, not bloated! Grandmother was slandering him!
Zhao Yuanxi shrugged, looking as if to say, "Yes, it is."
Seeing this, Fusu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Ziying was embarrassed and annoyed. He pushed the bowl in his hand away and said with a frown, "I'm full! I don't want to eat anymore!"
"Really? Then the rest belongs to me! Come, Fusu, since your brother is full, let's eat a little more. As the saying goes, every grain of rice is hard-earned, so we shouldn't waste food."
Fusu blinked his big eyes and saw his mother winking at him. He immediately understood what she meant and continued eating.
Ziying pursed his lips and drooled as he stared at the food on the table, but he was too embarrassed to eat any more. His little face wrinkled up, looking aggrieved and awkward.
Until a small piece of braised food was quietly placed in his bowl, the two little guys looked at each other.
Ziying muttered, "I eat to avoid waste, not because I want to eat."
Then, whatever dish Ziying looked at, Fusu would put it in his bowl. The little guy complained that he didn't want to eat it, but he ate it with great joy.
Zhao Yuanxi saw all their little movements and the smile on his face never stopped.
The three of them had a very lively meal.
Although Fusu had come here with the King of Qin to offer sacrifices, he was not familiar with the place. After dinner, Zhao Yuanxi suggested taking him to visit where he lived.
The Liyang Palace has the main hall, Luanyi Hall, the west side hall is Yanyi Hall, the east side hall is Wenxi Hall, and behind it is Lanting, which is where Zhao Yuanxi grew watermelons.
Ziying usually lived with Zhao Yuanxi, but in fact he lived in the west side hall. Now that Fusu was going to move in, he was naturally arranged to live in the east side hall which was still uninhabited.
Wenxi Hall is about a hundred meters away from the main hall in the middle, and it only takes one or two minutes to walk there. It is already well decorated.
The main hall in the middle was no different from the Yanyi Hall, so they first entered the side room on the left.
The originally empty side room was now completely filled with the bamboo slips brought by Fusu.
"Are these all your books?" Zhao Yuanxi exclaimed.
If an archaeologist came here, he would probably wake up laughing in his dreams! However, thinking that everything in his hands was an antique, and even he himself was an antique, Zhao Yuanxi laughed again.
Fusu shook his head, "Some are mine, and many are Teacher Chunyu's!"
Zhao Yuanxi was curious, "Did your teacher come with us?"
You then stepped forward to explain, "Prince Fusu brought with him four palace maids, eight eunuchs, a doctor named Chunyu, and his three servants. They are temporarily being housed in the Hongwen Pavilion."
Hongwenguan was the place where books were stored in Yongcheng, so it was appropriate for Fusu's teacher to live there.
Zhao Yuanxi rubbed Fusu's hair with a face full of pity. It seemed that even here, the child still couldn't escape from his homework.
However, this is good news for Fusu, at least it means that Ying Zheng has not completely given up on him.
"What's your teacher's name?" Anyone who can be the teacher of the eldest son of King Qin must be a capable person. Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but feel curious about who he was.
"The teacher's surname is Chunyu, and his given name is Yue."
Zhao Yuanxi learned from Zhao Ji's memory that he was a Confucian.
She did not look down on Confucianism as much as Ying Zheng did. After all, who among those who had gone through nine years of compulsory education had not memorized a few sentences from the Analects of Confucius?
Confucianism has been present in Chinese history for more than two thousand years, and it still has its merits even in modern times. She is still very interested in Confucianism from more than two thousand years ago.
Besides, she was worried about choosing a teacher for Ziying!
She had not had time to look at the list of names that Ying Zheng asked Wang Ben to bring. If there was no suitable one, it would be possible to put Ziying here with Chunyu Yue.
Ziying felt a chill on his back. He turned around and saw the wall full of books. He swallowed hard and eagerly pulled Zhao Yuanxi's hand, "Grandmother, let's go look somewhere else!"
Zhao Yuanxi didn't know what he was thinking. Since he had seen enough here, Ziying led him to the other side, Fusu's bedroom.
Apart from the mountains of books, Fusu's other things were equally surprisingly simple.
Zhao Yuanxi frowned, "You, go to my room and get the new buckwheat pillow I made. Then replace the curtains here with soft gauze, and change the lights in the room to two pairs of ox horn lamps."
Which three-year-old child uses a jade pillow to sleep? Her neck hurts just looking at it. In addition, the lighting in the room is poor, and the heavy curtain makes people feel suffocated. If you don’t know, you might think she is abusing the child!
Change, change, change everything!
Zhao Yuanxi gave instructions and changed the things in the room. His eyes finally fell on the food box in the corner, which seemed strangely familiar to him.
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