Yipin Chef

, it should not be used with meat, if it is used, it will be the same as a villain corrupting a gentleman.But Su Dongpo said that without bamboo, people are vulgar, and without meat, people are thin. If you want to be decent and not thin, eat bamboo shoots and roast meat.It can be seen that nothing is absolute. "

Then Jiale talked about it again, talking about some legends about food when Su Dongpo was an official. Ye Chengfeng also heard these stories. clean and dry.

Jiale made four dishes and one soup according to the portion size. As long as you eat according to the amount, it will benefit you in the long run. Seeing him eating obediently, I feel happy, and said: "Seeing that you are so obedient, I will cook better for you tomorrow." food."

Hearing him coaxing people like a child, Ye Chengfeng couldn't laugh or cry, and said: "It stands to reason that you should be obedient and obedient. As long as you listen to me, your benefits will be indispensable, but why do you go against me? My The body is in charge of its own doctor and has nothing to do with you, why do you bother to do such a thankless thing?"

Jia Le put away his smile, with a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he had fallen into a long memory again.

"When I was very young, someone told me that everyone should have their own beliefs. Military generals should protect the country and the people, and scholars should speak for the sages and create peace for all generations. Although the person who cooks is humble, he still has his persistence. And belief, just can't present a diet that is harmful to the human body. How can I go against the belief myself?"

Ye Chengfeng also pondered, looked at him deeply, and laughed: "Your father taught you, right? What you said is that the person who cooks food has his beliefs, and the person who eats food should also With his insistence, my self-control is a bit weaker. You risked offending me to argue for my body, but I let my body suffer because of my appetite, which is my fault."

For the proud Young Master Ye, such an apology is extremely rare, so it is even more precious and sincere.Jia Le felt relieved, looked up at him and smiled.

This was the first time he showed a sincere smile to him, like a peach blossom blooming in the spring breeze, Ye Chengfeng stared blankly, and his heart became softer.

"After you have adjusted your diet for the past few days, I feel much more comfortable in my body. Those vegetable tofu and wild vegetables are very bland and tasteless, but after chewing them slowly, they have a meaningful taste. The more you chew, the more flavorful they become." Ye Cheng Feng smiled more and more kindly.

Jia Le suppressed the pride in his heart and smiled: "The young master is right, I think so too."

Narcissus and Gou Xiong, who were waiting on the sidelines, heard him boasting so much, and Qi Qi looked at him. This is really honest.

"What reward do you want?" Ye Chengfeng looked at him and saw that he was wearing plain cloth clothes with high collar buttons tightly fastened, the clothes were tightly fitted, and his hair was tied casually with cloth belts, without any accessories. It looks very refreshing and indifferent, with a calm and relaxed temperament.

Ye Chengfeng ordered Narcissus to open the box in the inner room, and found a red sandalwood carved wooden box, which contained golden, gorgeous and exquisite ornaments, shining with dazzling light.

"I don't think you have any jewelry on you, so you can pick one at random."

Beautiful and luxurious ornaments and jewelry represent a man's heart more than the moon.It’s just that Jia Le is not interested in these gold and silver hairpins. He just said: “I’m not used to wearing jewelry, and I have to wear a fake bun with those things on my head. The heavy weight on my head makes my neck hurt, and it’s inconvenient to sit up.”

"Then you must be very beautiful wearing this." Ye Chengfeng picked out another pair of eight-treasure gold rings, inlaid with eight kinds of gemstones, resplendent and gorgeous.

Jia Le shook his head again: "I can't wear metal in my ears, it will fester and fester."

Before he was eight years old, he was raised as a girl. His ears and eyes were pierced, but he couldn't wear gold and silver.Now he disguises himself as a woman to deceive people, and he doesn't want to pierce his ears anymore, so he uses small loops that can be clipped on the ears. If you don't pull them with your hands, you can't tell that the ears are dead.

Seeing his refusal, Ye Chengfeng was a little disappointed, opened another box, and said, "These fabrics are all beautiful, you choose what you like."

Looking at the gorgeous clothes, Jia Le imagined wearing them like a young lady in Tianxianglou, or like a butterfly flying among the flowers. She trembled and said, "I like to go to the kitchen to cook and eat, and I also like to mess around." Sitting, wearing such a good material is a waste, and uncomfortable."

Ye Chengfeng was even more disappointed, a little bit lost, and wanted to do something for him.

"Then what do you want?"

Jia Le looked at the study room piled with classics and antiques, and said, "I want to read the books in the young master's study room."

"Oh?" Ye Chengfeng was very surprised. There are few girls who study these days. Only girls from famous families study. It is rare for a girl from a poor family to study. It looks like he has read a lot of books, but Most of the books in this study are a subset of classics and history, not novels. Even enlightened students may not be able to read them down, but he can actually understand them.

"You can read this?"

"I dare not say that I can understand it, but I just understand some words of sages."

Ye Chengfeng was more interested. He took down a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" from the bookshelf, flipped to a page, and asked: "A gentleman wants to be slow in speech but quick in action. Virtue is lonely, and there must be neighbors. What's the explanation?"

Jia Le immediately replied: "A gentleman must be cautious in his words and diligent in his actions. A virtuous person will never be isolated, and there will always be like-minded people with him."

"The Master said: It is disgraceful to matter to the number of rulers; it is sparse to have the number of friends. What's the explanation?"

"Confucius said: Admonish the monarch too often, and he will be insulted, and persuade his friends too much, and he will be alienated."

Everyone was amazed by his fluent answers.

Ye Chengfeng nodded approvingly, and asked again: "Then have you ever learned to write?"

"can."

"Write a few and let me see." Ye Chengfeng became more and more interested.

Jiale spread out the paper, dipped the pen into the grinder, and wrote "Yellow River is far above the white clouds..."

Ye Chengfeng looked at him obsessively, seeing that his eyelashes were inlaid with a gold border in the sun, and when they blinked like a golden butterfly flapping its wings, he saw his smooth forehead, delicate chin, and handsome bridge of nose, all covered by the sunlight. Dye with a soft halo.

Seeing his serious writing, Ye Chengfeng suddenly smiled slyly, and while he was engrossed in writing, he suddenly reached out and took the brush from behind his back.

Jia Le was so angry that he waved his ink-stained hand and grabbed it.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Ye Chengfeng looked at him and smiled: "I see how your writing skills are. You should focus on the tip of the pen when you write, hold your palm as if you are holding an egg, use your wrists hard, and calm your mind. When you are really calligraphy, when everyone writes, someone twitches you from behind. His pen can't be drawn out. You can't write with such strength."

When Jiale heard this, his face changed again and again.

Ye Chengfeng thought that he was not happy about being demoted, so he hurriedly said, "However, your writing is very rare among boudoirs."

How did he know that Jia Le thought of next year's big autumn exam, but the scientific exam not only tests essays, but also takes calligraphy. For those who are not good at calligraphy, no matter how good in arts and sciences, it is difficult for them to go to high school. It's just that what's the point of being a correctional person in the boudoir? use?

"Why are you unhappy? I didn't say that your handwriting is bad." Ye Chengfeng didn't understand. He didn't look disappointed when he tossed him and humiliated him before, why now he said that his handwriting was not good enough? Not happy anymore.

Jia Le forced a smile: "I was thinking, can you teach me how to write?"

"Ah?" Ye Chengfeng was stunned. What he said was the truth. Although Jiale's calligraphy is not as good as that of a well-educated student, it is already very good in the boudoir. What do good characters do?

"My habit is to do something without doing it. If you do something, you must go all out to do it well. Besides, didn't you just say you gave me a reward? Now I want to go back on my word." Jia Le clenched his fist with a puffy face, thinking What if this fellow repents?Why don't you give him something delicious?No, it will affect his body. Diet cannot be used as a means of revenge. This is belief and principle.

Ye Chengfeng laughed, seeing too many people who are just getting by, it is really rare to see such a serious life and serious work, which made him feel very novel.

"Okay, you sit down first, and hold the pen." Ye Chengfeng stood behind him, twitched his pen, held it firmly, and then supported his hand to write one stroke at a time.

"Extrapolate like this, do this again, pause, pick up the pen, pull horizontally, pick up the pen, pause again, close."

Jia Le stared at the pen tip and writing paper carefully, oblivious to the unsteady panting of the person behind him.Ye Chengfeng smelled the fresh fragrance of saponins on his body, and suddenly felt that the fragrance of those rich creamy powders was so cloying.I just feel that this kind of faint fragrance that is invincible and indisputable has a more flavor.

Ye Chengfeng rested his chin lightly on the top of his head, um, the itching feeling seemed to carry the smell of the dusty fireworks in the kitchen.

Narcissus was doing needlework at the side, looking at the two people writing in front of the window, one was writing seriously, the other was distracted, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

At this time, the maid from Jiuyi's Taiyuan came over, Narcissus saw it at the door, and waved at her, but the maid stopped, not daring to disturb her.Jia Le saw it from the window and asked her what happened.

The maid said: "Aunt Jiu asked me to ask what to cook tomorrow. She doesn't want to eat that meat anymore."

"But, doesn't she want to make herself fatter? How can you get fat if you don't eat well?"

"Then ask Aunt He to think of something else."

After the maid left, Jia Le began to ponder, Ye Chengfeng knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Are you thinking of something delicious to make Aunt Jiu get fatter?"

"Yeah, I cook nutritious food for her every day. Why is she still so thin? What's wrong?" Jia Le stretched out her fingers and tilted her head to think, her serious and embarrassed look seemed indescribable cute.

Ye Chengfeng suddenly thought of kissing him, and said seriously: "