Hard to be a good wife

Everyone was satisfied after a meal, and they became more and more sure of Tang Yue's cooking skills, and the star anise was also recognized by everyone, and they all planned to pick some back when they had time.

"Why is this stewed meat so delicious?" Zhao Sanlang ate a piece of stewed beef with joy.

Tang Yue thought to himself: That's because you haven't tasted better ones, and you think it's fresh, and the delicious ones will be the same when you get tired of eating them.

However, Tang Yue finally found a feeling of his hometown, and he also ate to his heart's content.

Time passed quickly, and three days later, when Tang Yue was still asleep, he was awakened by the sound of a drum. "What's the matter? What happened?" He wiped his face and looked at Shan who ran in a little blankly.

"Lang Jun, Wang Zizhao is back."

"So soon?... so early?" Tang Yue threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, rinsed his mouth casually and wiped his face, put on a thick cloak, and ran outside.

Even he himself didn't know why he was so excited, obviously it was only three days, and he was quite free and nourished without anyone controlling him, but he still missed that person.

When Tang Yue ran out, Wang Zizhao had just dismounted, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance. For a moment, an indescribable feeling came to my heart.

He walked over slowly, with a smile on his face unconsciously, "Why are you back so soon? Things are done?"

Wang Zizhao gave him a deep look, nodded, "It's done."

Tang Yue touched his nose uncomfortably, and glanced behind him. There were several prison cars in the long queue.

"These are...?" He looked at Wang Zizhao suspiciously.

Wang Zizhao pointed to the prison car in the front and said: "The deputy city lord of Qinyang City violated his authority and committed crimes. He colluded with bandits and exploited the common people. He cannot escape death."

"Then you are...?"

"Bring the man back to his father to punish him."

Tang Yue nodded, that's right, after all, Wang Zizhao has no actual official position, so it's easy to make his superiors suspicious.

Wang Zizhao threw the reins to the soldiers who came to meet him, and strode towards his tent, Tang Yue and others hurriedly followed behind him.

This person has the aura of a superior person, and everyone within a kilometer around him is in danger, looking at him quietly and respectfully.

After entering the tent, Wang Zizhao asked Tang Yue: "Why are there so many people gathered here? What happened when the king was away?"

Tang Yue briefly told him the cause and effect, emphasizing: "They have suffered property losses after all, and giving them proper compensation will also make them more loyal to the court and the King."

This kind of thing has really never been practiced in the past, Wang Zizhao nodded after thinking for a moment: "But, for the meritorious service in suppressing the bandits this time, the father must be rewarded, and this reward will be regarded as compensation."

"Will the soldiers have any objections?"

Wang Zizhao looked at him with a smile, and Hu Jinpeng at the side explained for him: "Xiao Lang, don't worry, the people brought this time are all his own people, and he doesn't care about gains and losses."

The soldiers who can be taken under Wang Zizhao's command are all loyal, and usually Wang Zizhao rewards a lot of gold and silver in private, and the king's rewards are shared, and no one can share much.

Tang Yue still felt that it was unreliable, "The soldiers have made great contributions to suppressing the bandits. It's not good if the rewards are not distributed as usual. You can appeal the truth to the king. I believe he can understand."

Wang Zizhao hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Although there is no custom on this matter, you can try it." If it really doesn't work, just follow the previous plan.

This matter was temporarily agreed, and Wang Zizhao continued to ask: "Do you really want to do long-term medicinal material business with them?"

"It's natural."

"Can your pharmacy sell so many medicinal materials?" In Wang Zizhao's impression, pharmacies only stock some simple medicinal materials, with few types and quantities, and the supply is often in short supply.

"You don't need to bother Your Highness, just wait and see the result." In fact, Tang Yue had a preliminary idea, since he was going to leave.

Medically speaking, the business of medicinal materials can also be started. If you can get the exclusive supplier of the royal family, then the business will be no worries at all.

With his reputation and Wang Zizhao's relationship, the possibility of wanting to monopolize the royal medicine market is also very high.

Seeing that he has made up his mind, Wang Zizhao will not interfere. He will give this person enough autonomy.

Tang Yue dragged Zhao Sanlang and He Shun out after explaining the things of the past few days. This group of people must still have a lot of conspiracies to discuss, and it is inconvenient for them to participate.

Zhao Sanlang has been honing Tang Yue to teach him cooking skills these days. He feels that no love poems or flowers can impress Princess Huizhu, so it is better to try cooking.

Life is the biggest food in the world, as long as you can make the princess happy, you will definitely treat him differently.

"Sanlang, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, you have fallen!" Tang Yue sighed, this man, once he has a crush, his IQ will drop.

"This... this... I will definitely not let outsiders know, Tang Xiaolang, will you keep your mouth shut?" Zhao Sanlang looked at him pleadingly.

Seeing that he was pitiful, Tang Yue couldn't help reminding him, "You and the princess are too different in age, and you have such a status, how can you be together? Who can agree to your marriage? Is it your father or your mother?"

How can Zhao Sanlang not understand the simple and crude truth?

The answer is no, Zhao Sanlang rolled his eyes at him, "You can really destroy my good mood, what do you know about concubine love?"

"..." Tang Yue was choked up and had nothing to say. Of course, it is impossible for him to understand the love of a concubine. How can you expect him, a gay, to understand the meaning of a concubine?

"Then you mean... it's not that she doesn't want to marry?" How could he remember that Zhao Sanlang didn't say that before?

"Those young masters you mentioned have thought about it carefully, and they really can't achieve it, so they have to settle for the next best thing. As long as they accomplish something good, is marriage so important?"

In other words, Zhao Sanlang is still a non-marriage advocate, and this idea is really avant-garde.

Tang Yue couldn't talk to him, so he had no choice but to reassure him with his actions, "Learning cooking skills is not something that happens overnight. You go back and ask the cooks in the house, who hasn't worked hard for ten or eight years? Which one didn't start with washing vegetables? "

Zhao Sanlang sneered: "My son wants to learn how to cook, who dares to let me start with washing vegetables?"

Tang Yue was so choked that he couldn't refute again, this answer was really sharp and to the point.

"That's fine, you just need to learn how to hold a spoon, right?"

"What is holding the spoon?" Zhao Sanlang looked bewildered.

Tang Yue blinked his eyes and thought: In this era, there is no concept of cooking, and it seems that it is not appropriate to be in charge of cooking, but with him, cooking is not a problem.

He rolled his eyes, hooked Zhao Sanlang's neck and said furtively, "Don't say that I am dishonest, since you want to learn, I will teach you something that no one else knows."

"It's natural, why should I learn what others know?"

"Yes, and it will definitely surprise the princess."

Zhao Sanlang clapped his palms together, "Okay, let's learn this."

Tang Yue pulled him to the kitchen, borrowed a pot from the kitchen, and some ingredients, and began to teach by example.

When Wang Zizhao's discussion was over, he asked Tang Yue where he was, and he was not surprised when he got the answer that it was the kitchen.

In terms of culinary skills, he really has never seen anyone better than Tang Yue. Of course, in terms of medical skills, he has never seen anyone better than Tang Yue.

What reason does he have to let go of such a talented and virtuous person?

After finding the kitchen, Wang Zizhao was standing outside the tent and heard the quarrel between the two inside. One of them was naturally Tang Yue, and the other seemed to be a boy from Zhen Guogong's family.

The two have a close relationship and are almost inseparable. Wang Zizhao has a lot of thoughts about this matter.

"What else do you learn when the pot is burned?"

"What does that have to do with me?"

"I asked you to add water but you didn't. Is there an apprentice like you?"

"Oil has splashed all over me, look, the back of your hand is blistered, how can you still hold the spoon?"

"As for your thin skin and tender flesh, you said that you can't learn it, but you don't believe it."

"You... Tang Yue, don't underestimate people, who says you can't learn? Continue!"

"The pot is burned, how can I cook without a pot?"

"Has there ever been a pot in the kitchen? Just replace it."

"What I want is this kind of shallow pot. How do you cook in a soup pot?"

"Why not?"

"If you say no, you can't. With your IQ, it's hard to explain to you clearly."

"..."

Wang Zizhao frowned when he heard the content of the quarrel between the two, and the old man who came out from the side hurriedly saluted him when he saw him.

"What are they arguing about?"

The old man couldn't help laughing, "Young Master obviously wants to learn how to cook, and Xiao Lang is teaching. Unfortunately, the master is not like a master, and the apprentice is not like an apprentice."

Wang Zizhao loosened his brows and said lightly: "It's getting late, let them not delay everyone's meal time."

The old man couldn't understand the awkward thoughts in Wang Zizhao's heart, so he replied with a smile: "Don't worry, there will be no delay, everything is ready."