The happy life of the devil and the devil

Enduring and enduring, Yuan Shao didn't burst out laughing, or fought with Ling Yucheng for food on the spot.Instead, he took off a chicken leg, tore off the chicken skin, and pushed half a bowl of clear soup with oil slicks off carefully across the table, all the way to Ling Yucheng.

"Eat what you want. Don't listen to that quack doctor. If you don't eat it, your injury will heal!"

"..."

God is so pitiful, since Ling Yucheng was injured, he really has only eaten porridge and side dishes for seven or eight days.Or push it a little further, even counting the ten or so days of traveling from Qingzhou on the fast horse, it was really more than half a month, and I couldn't eat a decent meal.

What?You said on the way?Steamed buns with bacon at the tip, and bacon and steamed buns at camp, can that count as food for humans?If it weren't for pigs not eating meat, even pigs would eat better than them!

Not to mention that at this moment, things are quiet and peaceful, and the mood is broad.As soon as the mood is relaxed, the subtleties that I would not notice at all come to me. For example, the scent of Ningshen in the bedroom seems too sweet, for example, there are some oil stains on the felt curtain at the door, which seems to be I accidentally encountered it when I was serving the food. For example, when I smelled the aroma of the dishes on the table, my saliva couldn't stop gushing out.

To be honest, Ling Yucheng wasn't very hungry, he didn't eat at the same table with Yuan Shao these days, it was because those meat dishes usually don't feel like them, but now they are too greasy and heavy, even smelling them bother.Not to mention that after a high fever last night, my mouth is still bitter. At noon, apart from white porridge, I don't even want to touch a little bit of oil floating on it.

However, sitting at the table and smelling the fragrance at this moment, it was like a thunder from the sky on the day of the Waking of Insects, from the tongue to the stomach trembled, and the whole body woke up.Seeing seven or eight dishes in front of others, it's my turn to have only a bowl of porridge, so greedy, I can't wait to turn the table around on the spot and drag a table of good dishes to myself.

Yes, just leave a mouthful of porridge for that guy!

But of course this is impossible.Ling Yucheng sighed slowly, and began to skim off the rice oil on the porridge feebly.Don't want to eat porridge, just don't want to eat porridge, or don't want to eat porridge...

But you can't eat and drink too much.It's okay to be scolded by the doctor, if the speed of recovery is affected because of the inability to control the appetite, it is really stupid!

The chicken soup in front of me exudes a clear fragrance.The essence of the whole chicken is concentrated in this small bowl of soup, only a few slices of ginger are cut when it is put into the pot, and some salt grains are added to enhance the freshness.What kind of ham and scallops, pepper and cinnamon are not left out, purely relying on the original taste, which is Ling Yucheng's favorite cooking method.

At some point, the dishes served in the Imperial Dining Room in Beiliang Palace were more and more close to his preferences.When a bowl of braised pork is served, one of the next two chopsticks is a wonderful flower of cinnamon star anise and peppercorns. Since he despised it once, he happily never appears again.

Alas, at this time, why do you think it's a good thing that the food doesn't suit his taste?

I was in a dilemma, and suddenly there was a faint commotion outside.Yuan Shao listened attentively, his lips moved slightly, and he said something through the external voice transmission, and soon he saw the door curtain lifted, and a child ran in like a child.Seeing Ling Yucheng sitting at the table, excited, he rushed up and threw himself on him: "Master, Master, hello--wow, father, don't pick me up!"

Ling Yucheng tried his best to hold back his laughter, watching the little disciple being grabbed by the neck by Yuan Shao like a cat and lifted in the air, kicking and beating.Yuan Shao ignored him, and only stretched his arms to carry him far away, neither touching the table nor anyone, and letting him dangle in mid-air like a big bell.

After such a lot of tossing, the little guy calmed down and was let down to the ground by Yuan Shao.After this experience, Little Eleven finally learned how to be good, and no longer dared to run around, and leaned carefully beside Ling Yucheng:

"Master, are you alright? Is it still hurting?" Standing on tiptoe, he stretched his neck to look at the bowls and chopsticks on the table: "Hey, Master, do you just eat this?"

"Well, Master is much better." The moment Ling Yucheng saw the little disciple, he smiled, leaned back slightly, and raised his hand to touch his sweaty forehead: "Have you eaten Lang'er?"

The waiter who had followed up earlier brought a special high chair over.The little guy climbed up immediately. The chair was made of sandalwood, solid and heavy, and it didn't fall over when he climbed up and down like this.The housekeeper stuffed a few cushions around him, and the little guy turned his head to this side and this side, and his red cheeks immediately wrinkled into an apple that had been stored for the winter.

"Father!"

"Well, what happened?"

The little child pouted hard, trying to say something, frowned for a long time but couldn't find the words.He half leaned out from the high chair, looked left and right for a long time, suddenly his eyes lit up, jumped off the high chair and ran to the corner, holding the plate of mutton that Ling Yucheng deliberately flew over and ran back:

"Master eat!"

In an instant, Yuan Shao and Ling Yucheng burst out laughing together.

"Hey, master is not feeling well today, so I can only drink porridge..."

It's just that there is one more child, and the dishes on the table obviously didn't add half of them, but they tasted more than doubled immediately.

Ling Yucheng put away all those thoughts of looking at Yuan Shao's drool in the bowl, wanting to reach out to snatch it, but also wanting to kill himself.He couldn't resist the little guy's disappointed eyes just now, so he put a small piece of mutton on the porridge surface deliberately, but the little guy actually got excited, and he wanted to feed him until he was alive and kicking before he would give up.

The two adults sat facing each other, the little guy half-kneeled on the side chair, stretched his arms, the whole squab, large pieces of elbow skin, golden chicken legs, and thinly sliced ​​mutton, kept pouring into Ling Yucheng's bowl folder.Ling Yucheng's heart warmed when he saw it, and he didn't want to refuse it immediately. As a result, the bowl was piled up into a small hill in such a dazed effort, making him focus on how to speak the truth without letting the child Too sad to go on.

It's not that Yuan Shao didn't try to stop it.As soon as he coughed, the little guy looked at him with the eyes of "Father, you are so cruel, you are so cruel, you are so vexatious, there is only a bowl of porridge in front of the master, and you don't let him eat", the watery eyes are full of accusations .While he lowered his head, gritted his teeth and wrestled with a chicken wing, Yuan Shao and Ling Yucheng looked at each other, and both shook their heads and burst out laughing.

The two adults and one child stalemate for a long time, Yuan Shao stood up with spread his hands, passed the bowl of porridge piled so invisible in front of Ling Yucheng, and poured it into his own bowl with a bang.Just as Ling Yucheng let out a "hey", he had already stirred it with his chopsticks, lowered his head and took a big mouthful, raised his head and smiled at the opposite side with the sauce on the corner of his mouth.

"—Father!"

"... Be good, Master really can't eat this today." Seeing the little guy pouted immediately, his face was so angry that he was about to cry, Ling Yucheng couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of his head, laughing coaxing in a low voice:

"Go and help Master fill a new bowl, okay?"

On the table next to the dining table, several staple foods are placed in a row. The big pot of rice, the big pot of porridge, and the thick stack of browned pancakes are all made of freshly harvested new rice and new noodles. The lid is fragrant.The little guy tried his best to stand on tiptoe to see the edge of the pot, looked left and right, ran to the side and dragged a wooden stool, stepped on it and grabbed a big spoon to scoop the porridge.

The stool under his feet is only one foot square, and although the porridge bowl in his hand is not a sea bowl, it is completely bigger than his face, and the small palm can only support the bottom of the bowl with all five fingers spread out. Also along the way, shake left and right a few times.

Yuan Shao didn't allow his servants to help, so the two adults just sat at the table with their arms folded, smiling as they watched a six-year-old child with a big porcelain bowl that he couldn't even grasp in one hand, and a big iron bowl longer than his arm in the other. Spoon, sweating profusely up and down.After only two spoonfuls were filled, he couldn't hold the bowl. His hand slipped, and the big blue and white bowl almost hit the table with a bang, and half a spoonful of porridge dripped down the side of the bowl immediately.

The snow-white rice porridge had to be blown carefully for a while before it could be eaten, not to mention it was served in a pot, and a warm nest was specially used to keep it warm.The hot porridge soup and rice grains dripped onto his hands.The little child shook his hands in pain and jumped up and down twice. Remembering that Master was still waiting to eat, he went over to serve the bowl with grinning teeth.

This pitiful and cute look, an adult can't ignore it.Yuan Shao stood up early, rushed to his son in one step, picked him up and ran to the corner.When Ling Yucheng grabbed the towel and arrived, the little guy's left hand had already been pushed into the copper basin, and most of the water in the basin was up to his elbow, soaking everything from the close-fitting fine cotton clothes to the sapphire blue brocade jacket. Moisture-permeable.

Ling Yucheng didn't even have time to sigh, and stretched out his hand to pull out his little arm to wring the water from his clothes, while shouting to the servant to bring over the blanket, the quilt, the change of clothes, and the ointment in the blue and white porcelain pot beside the bed.When Yuan Shao freed his hands to put down the child, he tore off the dripping sleeve soaked in cold water, wrapped the little guy in a soft blanket and waited for changing, he had already received countless stares, if every stare could turn into a solid body On his head, I'm afraid he will be covered with bags immediately.

Little Eleven didn't cry out for pain, and his father and master surrounded him to clean up. He only glanced at the porridge bowl on the other side of the table with bony eyes, his face full of regret.After changing clothes and applying medicine, Ling Yucheng took him by the hand and sent it to the table. When Yuan Shao brought a bowl full of porridge to the table, his small mouth could already hold the oil bottle, and he was caught Ling Yucheng scratched the tip of his nose twice, then turned his smiling face, and buried his head in eating obediently.

After such a toss, not to mention the children, even the two adults were sweating.Fortunately, children's minds turn quickly and they forget quickly. After dinner, Xiao Shiyi has long forgotten the matter of being burned and hurt, squeezed between the two adults, talking and laughing, chirp Cuckoo gestures to homework during the day.

God is sorry, since Ling Yucheng was assassinated, the little guy's civil and military studies have been neglected for almost ten days.Knowing that Ling Yucheng was injured, he kept leaning into Yuan Shao's arms, gesticulating, jumping down from time to time, squatting, punching twice, and then looked eagerly at his father and at his master. , just nodded and smiled for the adults.

He was still young, and no one had ever told him about the crown prince being abolished, given to death, and the ups and downs of the previous dynasty.However, a small child knows how to read people's faces. A few days ago, seeing his father's gloomy expression and his master's lack of energy, he didn't dare to approach him.It was so easy to see the adult's face loosen today, but the child was like a flower that just bloomed and immediately brightened when it saw the sun.

Such a commotion until the second watch, when the key of the inner palace was about to be released, only then did the servants of the little prince come to Zhaoxin Hall to inquire.Yuan Shao took his son's hand to the door and watched him being wrapped in a small cloak by the chief eunuch, carried on the horse's back, turning a corner and disappearing before returning to the bedroom.Opening the bedroom curtain, Ling Yucheng leaned against the head of the bed, leaning half of his body on the quilt, and fell into a drowsy sleep.