Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

He had had enough of the humble days, and he didn't want to look back on it for a day!

"This..."

In the study of Xinhou Mansion, Lu Buwei, who was dressed in a soapy white robe, was awakened by a nightmare.

Wiping the cold sweat off his brow, he got up and went to the window.

The drizzle outside the window had stopped, but the weather was still gloomy, and gusts of cool wind rolled up the water vapor against his face, which made his originally confused thinking clear up a lot.

"How difficult the country's affairs are..."

Lu Buwei let out a long sigh, got up and walked towards the palace, the new king hadn't returned yet, he still had to sit in the court to prevent the night.

As for the new king, counting the time, it is almost here.

What happens in the future can only depend on God's will!

Chapter 214

"Master, the weather is so depressing!"

In the early morning, Zhao Zheng shook off his wet shoes irritably, looking at the light rain outside the window, feeling extremely depressed.

While making pot stickers, Wang Xuebin was cooking Hu spicy soup. Hearing Zhao Zheng's words, he tilted his head to observe the clouds carefully, frowned and said:

"This year's rain is a bit too abundant. If it falls like this for a few days, I'm afraid it will miss this year's farming season!"

"Ah? This? Master, if this is the case, what should I do?"

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and shook his head.

"Come on, the soup is ready, add vinegar and pepper yourself, how much pot stickers do you eat?"

Zhao Zheng subconsciously took the soup bowl, picked up the vinegar bottle and wanted to pour the vinegar, suddenly felt something was wrong, turned his head to look at the master who was concentrating on wrapping the pot stickers, and said speechlessly:

"No, Master, we're talking about farming season..."

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and asked casually:

"What stuffing do you want, meat or vegetarian? How much do you want, I'm ready to cook!"

"Hey, it's half the same. I want beef and green onions and leeks and eggs. Come on...Master, you interrupted again!"

Wang Xuebin said casually while placing pot stickers:

"Eight, right? I've said these things [-] times, and you can go through your notes and ask me about everything? Will you let me govern the country for you in the future?"

When Zhao Zheng heard the master's words, he smiled embarrassedly. He naturally knew the answer to the question, and this was just his habitual dependence.

"Hey, if the master is willing, the apprentice will naturally have no objections. When the time comes, I will appoint a great official to the master. Wouldn't it be great for you and my master and apprentice to rule the world together and benefit the people?"

Wang Xuebin sneered disdainfully.

"Heh! You're so beautiful that your nose bubbles with joy!"

At this time, a scent rose slowly from the frying pan and penetrated into Zhao Zheng's nose. Zhao Zheng stopped being silly and picked up an empty plate on the table beside him, eagerly waiting for the pot stickers.

"Come, four meat ones, four vegetarian ones, yours!"

With a wave of Wang Xuebin's hand, eight pot stickers flew onto Zhao Zheng's plate.

"The rest is mine!"

Wang Xuebin shook the pan, and twenty or so pot stickers fell on the big iron plate. He mixed a bowl of dipping sauce, and picked up chopsticks to eat it.

"The dipping sauce is not spicy, if you want to eat it, pour it yourself!"

With freshly baked potstickers wrapped in his mouth, Zhao Zheng kept nodding his head.

"Woooo!"

Wang Xuebin glanced at him, then shook his head speechlessly, "Promise!".

As he spoke, he took two mouthfuls of three and wiped out all twenty potstickers, sucking the Hu spicy soup while scorning Zhao Zheng's eating habits.

Zhao Zheng couldn't help giving Master a blank look when he heard the words, let alone the second elder brother, he has been taught how to eat.

Wang Xuebin has been eating fast since he was a child, and later honed it in the military world, eating even faster.

Anyway, his physique has already surpassed that of ordinary people, and some eating habits will not affect his physical condition.

Zhao Zheng was just a teenager when he followed Wang Xuebin on his study tour, and it was the time when he learned things the fastest.

It is said that it is not easy to learn well, and once he slipped out of bad learning, the first thing he learned was the master's eating habits, which made Wang Xuebin very embarrassed. Wang Xuebin also admonished him, but Zhao Zheng just couldn't change it.

Later, the helpless Wang Xuebin created an internal skill for him to ensure that he would not damage his body due to some living habits, and then let him go.

The so-called etiquette is actually the daily habits of nobles.

King Qin can be said to be the most honorable nobleman in this era, and his living habits will inevitably attract others to follow suit.

As for being bad for your health?

The death of nobles can promote class mobility!

Common people?Let them eat first and then talk!

"Master, are we going to drive in the rain today?"

Wang Xuebin was packing the tableware, and nodded slightly when he heard Zhao Zheng's words.

"We will arrive in Xianyang in half a day or so. I don't know when the rain will fall. It's not worth the delay!"

Zhao Zheng drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp, handed the bowl to Master, patted his warm belly, and said in embarrassment:

"Sigh, I don't know how the cooking skills of the royal palace officials are, whether they can be half as good as the master's. After having tasted the master's and wife's cooking skills, eating other things will always feel chewy!"

Wang Xuebin cleaned up, threw all the trivial things into the storage space, turned his head and said:

"Afterwards, I will give you some seeds, high-yielding crops, and other objects you have eaten, and I will leave you with the cultivation method when the time comes, and you can send someone to cultivate it."

After finishing speaking, I don't care about Zhao Zheng's small thoughts.

Naturally, he couldn't fail to guess Zhao Zheng's thoughts, but he was a little afraid of the future, and hoped that his support would stay by his side.

But there is no permanent banquet in the world, and I can only accompany him for a while. I have my own life, and it is impossible to stop for him.

Stepping on the muddy ground and getting into the carriage, looking at the mud house where they stayed overnight, he pointed with his sword and stroked lightly.