I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

It is true to say so, and it is indeed like this situation depending on the situation.

But those of them who are elders, who doesn't want their own descendants to be well?

"You can't say that, maybe that His Highness is really interested in learning, so he wants to ask the shopkeeper for advice, and sincerely wants to worship you as a teacher?" Before Li Jing and Li Yuan could speak, there was a person at the next table Unable to sit still, he opened his mouth to make up for Yin Xuan.

The man was in a cold sweat.

The store owner is really big-hearted, he dares to say anything, such words to slander the prince, he dares to say it so openly in the restaurant.

Everyone at the table cast their gazes over.

The man smiled slightly, and continued: "After all, that prince is just a child, how can a child have such a complicated mind."

Someone spoke for his grandson, Li Yuan's mood improved a lot, his eyes rolled: "That is, even if he is a prince, he is only a 14-year-old child."

"How about this, how about we make a bet at the store?"

"If that His Royal Highness the King of Wei really wants to worship you as a teacher and pays you three visits to the thatched cottage, you can accept him as your disciple. If he is like what the shopkeeper said, then I, an old bone, will be at your service."

"What do you think?"

As a grandfather, he has to find some benefits for his grandson.

As long as Yin Xuan agrees to come down and go back today, he will send someone to inform Li Tai to make him ready to visit the thatched cottage three times.

Li Yuan looked at Yin Xuan eagerly and expectantly.

Yin Xuan didn't nod or shake his head, but just looked at Li Yuan suspiciously.

Li Yuan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and coughed lightly: "Old man, I'm just here for fun, and I also want to see what the shopkeeper suffers from."

Yin Xuan shook his head, and then spoke: "I don't think there is anything strange about you being so attentive, your son is very weird."

"It's normal for you to be weird."

Li Yuan glared, what does this mean? How can I be like a son.

But before he could vent his anger, Yin Xuan went on to say: "I'm just curious, why did you say so definitely that King Wei is only 14 years old?"

Li Yuan's hands froze.

Forget about grandsons, especially grandsons after Zhenguan years, he has never seen them, but Li Tai is a grandson after all, a grandson born in the reign of Wude.

Does he know how old his grandson is?
But the answer is definitely not like this. My grandson is so ostentatious, and I hide my identity, so I can't just pop out and say "I am his grandfather".

"Guess, guess." Li Yuan laughed a few times, holding back two words.

Yin Xuan took a hand and gestured at Li Tai's body shape: "If you guess how much he weighs, it's understandable, but such a round one. How can you guess his age? You still guess so young."

The man at the next table broke into a cold sweat again.

The shopkeeper was speechless again.

There is no use "round" to describe a person, especially a prince.

Li Yuan faltered: "The intuition of an old man, when you live to my age, you will understand that the appearance is nothingness, and the old man can see the essence at a glance."

"Pharmacist, are you right?"

Li Yuan felt that he couldn't embarrass himself alone, so he had to pull another one to help him down.

Li Jing was enjoying watching the excitement, when Li Yuan suddenly pointed the finger at him, slapped him off guard, and was about to cast Yin Xuan's gaze on him.

Li Jing nodded quickly, and said in a perfunctory manner, "That's right, you're old and smart." He also hurt Li Yuan by secretly poking at him.

Yin Xuan didn't stop teasing.

It wouldn't be fun if it really revealed its secrets, but only in this way, it would be interesting to take it out once in a while to see the embarrassment faces of a few people.

Just like teasing cats, you can’t carry a cat teasing stick every day. If the cat has been playing for a long time, it can’t catch this thing, and if you don’t get a sense of accomplishment, you won’t continue playing.

I have to take it out and use it once in a while. When the cat feels that he has almost forgotten the cat-teasing stick, hey, take it out again to have fun and have fun.

In this way, the cat can happily catch the cat teaser stick.

But after such an interruption from Li Tai, what was he going to do?

Sitting on the chair and thinking for a while, Yin Xuan had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought that he came out to see if the things that the carpenter had ordered had arrived.

I glanced at the counter, and there was a tall glass on the table.

A tight-fitting lid, and a wooden tube that just fits in.

It looks like a milk tea cup in my memory.

Yin Xuan took this pile of things into the kitchen, boiled water, sterilized the poison, and went to remove the smell of wood, and waited for the boiled wood to cool down.

Pearls, honey, and a full cup of milk tea that has been refrigerated for a day.

Then it was served in front of several little girls.

Yin Xuan smiled and said, "Today's milk tea."

Looking at this wooden cup with an obviously different style, the eyes of the girls were full of curiosity. Before they could ask any questions, Yin Xuan explained: "You guys made this, and it will be used for drinking milk tea in the future. utensils."

"Pay attention to the lower left corner, your names are engraved, don't get confused."

The maid raised her eyebrows.

This. Did the shopkeeper treat their masters like leeks? They made all the utensils specially used for drinking milk tea, and they come to harvest a crop every day?

But because the price of milk tea is not expensive, such a cup only costs [-] cents, the faces of the maids did not become too ugly.

Looking at these cups, Yin Xuan felt a little emotional.

Milk tea is still inseparable from straws, but now you can’t burn plastic, and you can’t make straws—paper straws are even more nonsense, and the technical content of paper straws that can be used is higher than that of plastic.

Instead, you can also create a batch of cups specially for drinking milk tea.

But the cleaning of wooden straws is a big problem.

It is also a sad psychological level. I can accept the cups used by others, but I can't accept the straws used by others-this is a problem of intimacy and boundaries.

Just like, no one can accept the use of a bowl filled with pickles, even if it is boiled in water for three days and three nights, and then roasted in the fire for another three days and three nights, no one will still accept it.

Just like custom sticks, a custom batch of wooden straws for wear and tear?

This... costs too much.

There is no drill bit, and the straws are made purely by the craftsmanship of carpenters. The price of a straw is even higher than that of a cup.

With a reed pipe?

Yin Xuan also considered this thing, but he gave it up anyway. There is no uniform standard for things that are born naturally, some are thick, some are thin, some are soft, and some are hard. Something, he felt uncomfortable for a while.

For obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is most comfortable to look neat and the same size.