018. Plagiarism

It was mid-July, and the weather was hot, humid and stuffy. Rongse was quite arrogant in this regard. He could not tolerate either heat or cold. When he lived alone before, he relied on floor heating in winter and air conditioning in summer. He would not go out if he could. Now he had to go to the court on time to listen to the ministers' arguments. He was very tired and did not even want to go to Fusheng Tower these two days.

Under the grape vine trellis in the small garden, there was a rattan chair and a low table with a plate of cherries on it and a layer of crushed ice inside. Rong Se just leaned on the rattan chair, motionless, closing his eyes and enjoying it.

He was wearing a thin plain satin undershirt, and his long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, revealing his slender jade-white neck. A few short strands of hair hung down at the corners of his forehead. He looked as unkempt as could be.

Liang Shenyu was reluctant to mention the matter of returning to Qiangzhou, and Rongse remained tolerant and silent, so the court was relatively stable for the time being.

But Rong Sisi did not dare to take it lightly.

After all, Duke Huan's Mansion still acted like in the original novel, submitting several impeachment memorials, and ended up being chased and scolded by court officials under Rong Se for several days.

Rong Se knew who was behind this, and after hearing that Rong Jing had summoned Liang Shenyu to the palace for long talks several times, he realized that this was a prelude for the little white flower to use her old feelings and infatuation to impress Liang Shenyu.

In order to make him feel a little uncomfortable, Rong Se mentioned several times in the morning court that the emperor was not young anymore and it was time for him to get married and choose a concubine. There had been a lot of commotion in the past few days, which was enough to make Rong Jing uneasy.

Isn't he thinking about Liang Shenyu? As an elder, Rong Se has to do what an elder should do.

For example, beating a couple with a stick, or urging them to get married repeatedly.

Rong Se felt comfortable when he was not doing well.

"Master..." Yun Chu came hurriedly and said outside the grape trellis: "Something happened over at Lanying."

Rong Se's laziness was swept away in an instant, he sat up suddenly and asked, "What's wrong?"

It's no wonder that he was so surprised. Ever since arriving at this place, Rong Se has never felt at ease. He is just an ordinary person. Every moment here is like walking on the edge of a knife. He is always nervous.

Yun Chu said, "It was Song He, the chef who used to work at Fu Sheng Lou. He brought a cookbook today and said that all the dishes at Fu Sheng Lou were recorded in his ancestral cookbook."

Rong Se was silent for a moment. His brain capacity was not that big and he could barely remember this person.

"Life is actually quite short." Rong Se said suddenly.

Yun Chu was confused, "What?"

Rongse picked up a cherry, pulled off the stem and said through gritted teeth: "This bastard wants to take a shortcut, I'll help him!"

I memorized the recipe with great effort, and you just copied it. Are you taking advantage of Dajin by not checking it on Zhihu?

Yun Chu was stunned, the corners of his lips twitched, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

...Why are you so angry?

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Fu Sheng Restaurant was packed with diners, all watching the excitement.

The girl in the blue dress had a gentle bun and a soft hairpin, but her face was too stern. She stared at the middle-aged man who was kneeling and thrashing on the ground with cold eyes, gritting her teeth in hatred.

If it weren't for everyone watching, she would have broken the dog's neck!

"If you take something without asking, you are a thief." A young man who looked like a scholar came down from the second floor. It was Yan Shuning. He said in a gentle tone, "If you take something from someone, you should return it to the original owner."

He had recently been summoned by His Majesty in person, and had also established a connection with the Cao family. He was supposed to host a banquet for the young master of the Cao family, but he didn't expect to run into this. He still remembered clearly the humiliation of "Fusheng" that day, so he spoke up now.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black and a mask came in from outside the door and sneered: "Whose house did you take what from? Tell me everything here today."

This outfit is Rong Se's standard, black clothes are resistant to dirt. He rushed over immediately after receiving the news, but he didn't expect to run into Yan Shuning.

That day, when the Yan family father and son were in the Ya Pavilion of Fu Sheng Building, he went over to take a look and happened to recognize him.

Looking again, there was another one on the stairs.

Rong Se narrowed his eyes.

It’s Cao Lun’s son, the younger male supporting role of Little Wolfdog in the original novel, Cao Haoyun.

Fortunately, his outfit was different from usual. Judging from the look in Cao Haoyun's eyes, he probably didn't recognize him, Rong Se thought to himself.

Yan Shuning frowned and was about to ask about her identity when Lan Ying said, "Boss? Why are you here? This is just a small matter. I can handle it."

Rong Se walked up to her, rubbed the little girl's head who was half a head shorter than him, and smiled, "I know, but you can't let these grown men catch you and bully you alone. Besides, I also want to know, how can Chef Song, who has been working at Fusheng Building for half a month and never goes to the kitchen when he is on duty, have the nerve to say that my dishes are stolen from his recipes?"

Rong Se did not lower his voice. Taking advantage of the crowd, he lowered his eyes to look at Song He who was kneeling on the ground and said loudly: "Everyone is here, so I guess you have brought the evidence too. Take it out for everyone to see. Let's see what ancestral recipes Fu Sheng Lou has stolen."

Song He's eyes flashed with panic, and he held the recipe in his hand and said vigilantly: "This is my Song family's heirloom, you want to see it just like that?"

Rong Se sneered, "Then how did your family heirloom end up on the menu of my Fu Sheng Lou?"

Song He retorted: "Who knows what despicable means you used to copy my family's ancestral recipe?!"

"Okay, let me ask you again." Rong Sel said coldly, "You worked as an errand boy in Fu Sheng Lou for a while, why didn't you cook the dishes on the menu?"

Song He said confidently, "This is a recipe handed down from my ancestors! Do you know how precious this recipe is? How could I show it to others so easily?"

"Oh." Rong Se mocked, "The recipe in your house is not for cooking, but for you to burn three sticks of incense every day?"

The crowd burst into laughter. Song He's face turned green and red. He raised his voice and shouted, "That's my business! What does it have to do with you? This recipe belongs to my Song family. You stole my recipe. You are shameless! There is only one copy of this recipe in the world. It is a priceless treasure! You stole the recipe and you have to pay for it today!"

"That's exactly the truth." Yan Shuning was prejudiced against Fu Sheng, and now he became aggressive, "The recipe is someone else's. If they want to make it, they can make it. If they don't want to make it, they don't have to make it. Why do you steal their recipes to make money?"

Lan Ying put one hand on her waist, pointed at Yan Shuning and scolded him, "You look like a scholar, but have you read all the books of saints? Look at it with your eyes wide open. A chef who can't even cook our signature dishes of Fushenglou is holding a recipe book that he won't show to anyone, and he said that we stole the dishes from his ancestral recipe book. It's totally groundless. If I say that you are my biological son, will you admit it?"

Yan Shuning's cheeks turned red from holding back her anger. "Vulgar woman!"

Lan Ying snorted and laughed, "That's better than you being unable to tell right from wrong."

Rong Se smiled secretly. This little girl Lan Ying is always like this. Whenever something happens, she will always take the lead, as if she can bear all the storms on her own.

"Okay, leave it to me next."

Rongse patted Lanying's shoulder, took out a cookbook from his shirt, and looked calm and relaxed.

"Isn't it just a recipe? Who doesn't have one?