Straight man of steel

Chapter 9 Zhuo Family Patriarch Zhuo Wangsun (recommendation ticket requested)

The courtyard where Zhang Yuan lives cannot hide secrets.

The iron pot was finished, and Zhang Yuan used it to cook a delicious dish.

Two pieces of news reached Zhuo Wenjun's ears last night.

Early this morning, Zhuo Wenjun visited again, but Zhang Yuan was not found in Zhang Yuan's room.

Her personal maid picked up Xiao Qing who was curled up in a ball on Zhang Yuan's bed, put on a piece of clothes and dragged her to Zhuo Wenjun.

"Miss, this little maid is wearing nothing and is lying on Mr. Zhang's bed. Do you want me to teach this little maid a lesson and let her know that she can't be influenced by whatever she thinks."

People around Zhuo Wenjun thought that Zhang Yuan was Zhuo Wenjun's face, and seeing how a mere maid dared to compete for favor in front of her master, they were naturally very angry.

"No, she didn't do anything wrong.

Xiaoqing raised his head, let me ask you, where did Zhang Yuanren go? "

Xiaoqing's current mood is quite complicated. In fact, she also feels that Zhang Yuan is having an affair with Zhuo Wenjun. Yesterday, she really couldn't figure out why Zhang Yuan was so kind to her, and she has nothing to repay Zhang Yuan. It's just that this thin body made such an absurd move.

"Miss, the young master was really not with the maidservant last night.

The maid never dared to lie to the eldest lady, the young master just said that he would not sleep here, and left.

The servant girl doesn't know where the young master has gone. "

Zhuo Wenjun narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously he didn't believe what Xiaoqing said, and was about to let someone teach Xiaoqing a lesson, but at this moment the door of the left wing opened.

"It's so early in the morning that we don't let anyone sleep. Why are we making so much noise?"

Zhang Yuan walked out sleepily and stretched himself. He thought it was Xiao Qing who was arguing with other servants in the yard, so he started shouting.

But when he opened his eyes completely, he found that Xiaoqing was kneeling in front of Zhuo Wenjun, and his face looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Why, did I disturb you?"

Zhang Yuan immediately lowered his head as proud as a rooster.

"The villain doesn't dare. The villain really doesn't know that the eldest lady has arrived.

What I said just now are all unintentional words, please forgive me, Missy. "

Zhuo Wenjun looked at Zhang Yuan, then at Xiao Qing who was kneeling on the ground, thinking of the beautiful woman throwing herself into her arms last night, and Zhang Yuan choosing to live in a separate room, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I didn't expect you to be such a caring person.

When my younger brother was your age, he was already married and had children. "

Zhang Yuan knew what Zhuo Wenjun was referring to, so he was obviously mocking his own side.So he smiled awkwardly.

"Miss, how can a villain be compared with Master Zhuofu.

The villain knows that he has no ability, and he dare not delay others. He also hopes that the eldest lady will not misunderstand. "

"Okay, I don't care about your private affairs, as long as you have the ability to let all the maidservants in Zhuo's mansion sleep in your bed, I won't interfere too much.

Right now, let me take a look at your iron pot, and go to the place of cooking and cooking to see if it is as amazing as you said. "

Zhang Yuan wished he could skip the topic immediately, picked up the iron pot placed next to the bucket and followed Zhuo Wenjun.

It was still early in the morning at this time, and the chef of the Zhuo Mansion was preparing meals for the master's house.

Servants and maidservants are not eligible for breakfast.

Seeing Zhuo Wenjun's arrival, everyone in the kitchen put down their work and stepped aside to salute Zhuo Wenjun.

"Free up a stove for him to use."

As she spoke, she pointed to Zhang Yuan behind her.

Zhang Yuan took the iron pot and walked to the stove that was used yesterday. He took away the earthen pot placed on it without waiting for others to come over to clean it.

The seasonings and ingredients in the kitchen are still the same as yesterday, and Zhang Yuan made another one according to yesterday's fried pork with cabbage.

Xiaoqing is the only one here besides Zhang Yuan who has eaten this dish, and her eyes almost fell into this dish when it was out of the pot.

Zhang Yuan took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Zhuo Wenjun with both hands.

Zhuo Wenjun stretched out his slender jade fingers to take the pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of lean meat, put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully. Zhang Yuan couldn't see any change in her expression, if she hadn't said something later. In a word, Zhang Yuan thought that Zhuo Wenjun had lost his sense of taste.

"Put this delicacy in the food box, take your pot and follow me to my father."

Delicious dishes, like poetry, can directly touch people's hearts. Zhuo Wenjun must be moved, yes.

"Here."

This is the first time Zhang Yuan has seen Zhuo Wangsun, the leader of the Zhuo family, and it is impossible to know whether the owner of this body has seen Zhang Yuan before he traveled through time.

This is a middle-aged man who is nearly forty years old. He is half a head taller than Zhang Yuan. His sharp face tells Zhang Yuan that this is a man who has gone through vicissitudes of life. His eyes can reveal a cunning and shrewd look. smell.

"Are you the scholar Jun'er mentioned?"

Zhuo Wangsun didn't ask about the iron pot and the food box, as if he didn't care that these two abrupt objects appeared on this occasion.

"Reporting to the head of the family, it's just a eldest daughter looking up to a lesser person, and it's just a ridiculous compliment."

"I've read the poems you wrote, and what you said is true. I didn't expect that Zhuo Mansion could produce a young talent, and it would be a good story to spread it."

Zhuo Wenjun never gave Zhang Yuan a good face except when he saw the ten poems for the first time.Today, the real boss of the Zhuo family said so about him, which made him feel a little embarrassed. He was thinking about having a wave of business bragging and touching the texture of the boss's thick legs, and Zhuo Wenjun on the side couldn't wait.

"Father, Mr. Wen is here today to discuss something important, you should try this dish before we talk about it."

Zhuo Wangsun obviously loved his daughter to the extreme, and without asking why, he picked up the chopsticks and tasted the stir-fried meat with cabbage that Zhuo Wenjun brought out from the food box.

Although this dish has become a little cold, and the texture and taste have declined slightly from when it was freshly cooked, it is still the most delicious dish Zhuo Wangsun has eaten in the past 40 years.

"There is such a delicious meal in this world. Is it made by the chef in the mansion?"

Zhuo Wenjun tugged on her father's cuff and pointed to Zhang Yuan.

Then Zhuo Wangsun had an unbelievable expression on his face. To be honest, if Zhuo Wenjun hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Zhang Yuan made this dish.

In this era, except for the really delicious people, no scholar would do this kind of cooking.

"Is this really what you cooked?"

"Reporting to Patriarch, it was indeed done by a villain, it's just that this iron pot is used to have such a taste."

Zhang Yuan picked up the cleaned iron pot and handed it to Zhuo Wangsun. After Zhuo Wangsun got it in his hand, he asked slowly.

"Is this thing so magical?"

"Father, you also ate the dish just now, the taste is so delicious that no other chef in the world can cook it.

Even in Chang'an City at the foot of the emperor, there is no chef who can cook such dishes.

If you think about it, only our Zhuo family can produce such utensils. Over time, the people of the Han Dynasty all used such iron pots to cook dishes. It is not difficult for our Zhuo family to keep their name in history. "

Zhuo Wenjun recounted the bright future Zhang Yuan described to her to Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun is a rich man in Shu County and he can know how much fame and wealth this iron pot can bring him. Zhuo Wenjun said that he can imagine that scene himself.

The determination to kill is the temper that Zhuo Wangsun has honed in business over the years.

"Okay, Zhang Yuan, you will be the manager of the Zhuo family workshop from now on, and you will be responsible for the making of this iron pot. As for the sales, I will leave it to Jun'er."

Seeing Zhuo Wangsun show the reaction he expected to see, the plan in Zhang Yuan's heart can start to take the first step.

"Patriarch, please forgive the villain for not being able to be the manager of the workshop. In the villain's opinion, now is not the time to produce iron pots."

Although Zhuo Wangsun valued Zhang Yuan very much, he still felt a little angry when he heard Zhang Yuan refute him.

"Huh? What did you say?"

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(End of this chapter)