"You're not qualified to be my apprentice..."
The old man thought about it, and finally shook his head, feeling a little hesitant.
It is true that old ginger is still spicy.
But I'm afraid you have never heard of the saying that the devil is one foot high and the Tao is ten feet higher.
Then Wen Xianrong thought for a moment and took out a few taels of silver from his pocket to honor the old man. Unexpectedly, the silver was despised by the old man as soon as he took it out.
"You actually tried to bribe me with money. Do you really think I'm crazy?"
But... Wen Xianrong was silent for a moment. If the old man didn't want money, he could ask for something else. If the old man followed his own will and did the right thing, wouldn't he just want money?
"Before, I used you as a joke, but now I treat you as my apprentice, so naturally it's different. You don't have to think about anything else. Anyway, if you want me to teach you, you must have the ability."
Wow, it turns out there is a bit of a gap between the two.
"So what do you want?"
She guessed that even after such a long time, she couldn't figure out what the old man wanted. She only saw that there were scattered bloodstains on the old man's clothes, so why not give him an apron herself.
But this is really not something I can sew myself.
"You actually come to ask this old man, I want a lot of things, humph."
Good job.
The old man just smiled, rolled his eyes behind his back and was about to leave, but he let out a cry of "ouch" before leaving.
"Ouch... my back hurts!"
The group of people had already realized that this was the norm and were planning to go over and help the old man up, but the old man didn't resist at all and just pushed them back.
"You guys have no sense, move back."
The others also understood what was happening. They realized there was a quarrel going on, and they left one by one.
"You, your apprentice, why don't you help me up now!"
"Master... didn't you say that I wasn't qualified to be your disciple? I was worried that you might suffer losses because of me, so... I'll help you up, please wait a moment!"
"The painting style changes and people are helped up."
"Master, how are you?"
"My legs hurt, my waist hurts, my head hurts. If it weren't for you, my little apprentice, how could I be in such pain?"
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Wen Xianrong curled the corner of his mouth. This guy is really taking advantage of others.
*
"how's it going."
Zhao Xin sat on a stone bench beside the garden and asked the guard next to him.
"Your Majesty, this development is somewhat unexpected and surprising."
The guard also had a solemn expression, feeling that what he saw was real and fake, and he didn't know what he saw...
"What's unexpected? What's surprising? Hurry up and speak nicely instead of beating around the bush."
"You also don't know...they have become a master-disciple relationship."
"That old man became Wen Xianrong's..."
"Your Majesty, quite the opposite."
Zhao Xin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It would be wrong if this old man became his apprentice. Who knows how the old man would torture this girl.
Besides, this group of people are all united and on the same page, so how could they possibly turn against each other at the same time?
impossible.
I originally thought that I sent this person over to temper her spirit, so that she could study cooking well and not be so arrogant.
If he were arrogant, he would never have become this disciple.
After all, the old man has a stubborn temper. Who knows what he said in secret? Anyway, if you don't let this old man lose his temper, I'm afraid no one can stop him.
An old man with a stubborn temper that cannot be restrained even by nine oxen, who has been in this palace for decades.
It is indeed extraordinary.
"That's good, is there anything else?"
"Your Majesty, there is more."
Zhao Xin was just asking, but he didn't expect there was something else.
"What."
"Your Majesty, before this farce, someone came to give some advice. And that person was none other than Dongzheliu, who spends every day in the library like a studious and inquisitive scholar."
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Zhao Xin is not stupid either.
"Isn't this person a medical student?"
"That's true."
"It's ridiculous for a medical student to teach others how to cook."
"Your Majesty, please don't jump to conclusions yet. There's more to come."
"you say."
Zhao Xin sat aside as if listening to a heavenly book, silent and motionless. The cool breeze slowly passed by him, like a breeze through the hall.
It's quite cool.
"Your Majesty, Dong Zheliu is also very good at teaching cooking. The previous one has already criticized her to the point of being speechless."
"What did you do?"
If you want to accuse Wen Xianrong, you should have evidence in your hands. This girl is not stupid. After all, she knows how to study.
"I made two dishes, Longjing shrimp and pork elbow."
"Wow. These two dishes are really delicious."
"Do you have these two dishes today?"
Zhao Xin turned around and asked Xiao Chenzi beside him. But Xiao Chenzi was silent for a moment, perhaps more like someone thinking about what dish was served today.
In the end, the hammer hit his hand with a bang.
"Your Majesty, we don't have these two dishes today, but we do have Dongpo pork elbow and shrimp and tofu."
He has seen too many different kinds of cuisines and is now visually fatigued and doesn't know what else to look for.
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