Hearing the commotion, Su Jiaoniang looked outside and saw that the two children had already left the courtyard.
Changsheng, who was originally in the study, came out and smelled the aroma coming from the grill in the courtyard. He took a deep sniff and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"
The roast duck he had eaten in the palace was made by the imperial kitchen. The preparation was exquisite. When it was served to him, it had already been cut into pieces and served with lotus leaf pancakes, soybean paste, and scallion shreds. He rolled up the duck meat in the lotus leaf pancakes, and it felt wonderful.
But now the process of making roast duck is unfolding before his eyes, the aroma is even richer, and it is mixed with the fragrance of burning jujube wood.
Oil dripped from the ducks onto the burning wood from time to time, instantly intensifying the flames.
Upon seeing Changsheng, Su Jiaoniang waved and said, "If you're tired of studying, take a break. Life is only a few decades long, so don't spend all of it absorbing knowledge. You should also make time for rest and enjoyment."
After saying that, Su Jiaoniang began to teach the young emperor how to roast duck.
Although he was a perfectly good emperor, once he left this small village, he would never need the skill of roasting duck again.
However, Su Jiaoniang felt that learning to roast duck was just like playing around. In case something unpredictable happened in the future, such as a rebel army besieging the city, or the young emperor being chased and left alone in the wilderness, he wouldn't starve to death.
Deep concern is shown in every action.
Changsheng held firewood and occasionally lowered it under the hanging roasting rack. Watching the roasted duck slowly turn red, he asked, "Is it cooked yet?"
"Almost done!" But we can't eat it now that it's cooked! Everyone else in the family who cooks has gone out, leaving just the two of them.
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Su Jiaoniang walked towards the kitchen and began braising the meat! She had already prepared the necessary broth; all that was left was to put all the different kinds of meat in and braise them vigorously.
Looking at the large kitchen, Su Jiaoniang was glad that she had a lot of pots and pans at home; otherwise, how could she braise two pots of meat at the same time?
This is probably the kind of enjoyment that comes with living a more comfortable life.
Then he felt that he was too useless, thinking that he was comfortable with his life just because his family had one more mouth than the average person.
That's really pathetic.
In Lucheng.
As Gu Xizhou walked into the city, his peripheral vision swept over the actions of the ordinary people. Every day, these ordinary people struggled to make ends meet, their foreheads dripping with sweat, their clothes soaked, and their skin tanned black by the summer sun.
But the moment he opened his mouth, white teeth and a satisfied smile still appeared.
I am satisfied with my life and my current busy schedule.
Being busy means having money to earn and food to eat; how many people long for a stable job? Gu Xizhou was once a person from the bottom of society, so he knows what these people are thinking and what their greatest pursuit is.
Walking on the streets of the county town, he strolled as if taking a leisurely walk.
Until we reach the agreed-upon location.
The streets were deserted, not a soul in sight.
Gu Xizhou looked at Lu Futu, his eyes filled with questions.
Lu Futu's little face was completely bewildered. What did "pervert" mean? Did he run away? He was supposed to wait for him here! He stood him up!
Just then, a figure approached.
Lu Futu suddenly looked up, saw who it was, and a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes. It wasn't Rong Zhen.
"Young master, are you looking for our master? Our master had some family matters to attend to and returned home. He said he would come to find you another day." The man spoke, his gaze falling on Gu Xizhou.
Upon seeing Gu Xizhou's appearance clearly, he was slightly taken aback, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes. This man's aura was on par with the Grand Eunuch, yet he was just a country bumpkin.
"What is this?" he asked in a low voice.
Lu Futu spoke up: "My father!"
Gu Xizhou's gaze fell on Lu Futu, his eyes filled with scrutiny and contemplation, as if he were in a dilemma.
Is this the person the supervisor wants to kill?
They don't look like they'll be easy to kill!
He carefully observed Lu Futu and Lu Wujiu. Although their faces did not look that similar, when the two stood up, the atmosphere of a worried and helpless old father and a rebellious and unruly son instantly emerged.
When he first saw the child, he thought the child was a carbon copy of his master. If he didn't know that his master was the Grand Eunuch, a eunuch in the palace, he would have thought that the child was his master's illegitimate child. This child looks just like everyone else.
"Does the young master have anything he needs to convey to his master?" Rong Zhen's subordinate asked.
"How long will your family need to work?" Fu Tu asked.
Subordinate: "At least six months."
“He left me when I was weak. When I become strong, I will make him call me father.” Half a year has passed, and he should have a way to protect himself. Fu Tu opened his mouth and said fiercely. After he finished speaking, he looked at the person in front of him and emphasized: “You must pass on my words to him.”
"Okay!" Rong Zhen's subordinate nodded.
He felt his neck was heavy, as if it couldn't support the weight of his head.
Saying that would probably get you killed.
Is it possible that someone in this world would actually want the Eunuch's father? Is he just too ignorant, or is he just a child who is fearless because he is ignorant? In any case, as he was flirting with death, he was actually somewhat looking forward to seeing if the Eunuch's face would turn as black as charcoal after hearing these words.
With his subordinates gone, only Lu Futu and Gu Xizhou remained.
Gu Xizhou looked at Lu Futu: "You want to be someone's father?"
Lu Futu thought of how Rong Zhen tormented him in his dream, making him wish he were dead. He wanted to torment Rong Zhen in the same way. Hearing Gu Xizhou's question, he nodded vigorously.
Gu Xizhou: "???"
He wasn't blind. Even though the man spoke in a low voice, he carried a faint fragrance, a fragrance unlike that of courtesans. It certainly didn't come from a brothel; it was more like the fragrance used by palace eunuchs to prevent body odor. Moreover, the man had a fair complexion, no beard, and an inconspicuous Adam's apple.
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