After the Master's reinstatement

Extra Story: Secrets of the Tang Sect

(One)

On this day, Yu Yan and Tang Qiqiao made an appointment to chat in a teahouse. Tang Qiqiao was depressed the whole time, as if his spirit had been taken away by someone, and he was stuck in a chair in a puddle of mud.Looking at him like that, don't think too much, he must have encountered setbacks on the road to promotion again.

Before ordering the dishes, Tang Qiqiao's tears flowed down his face. It was earth-shattering, liver-shattering, and people who didn't know outside the private room thought that something tragic happened here.

"Brother Yu! I—I was cheated of my feelings!"

A man does not cry easily, Yu Yan told him not to cry too quickly, but to clarify the matter first, "Why would a woman come to lie to you? Didn't you say before that you and Miss Biyu Villa fell in love at first sight, and they both wanted to talk about marriage?" Yet"

Yu Yan knew a thing or two about Tang Qiqiao and Bi Zhenzhen, because a few days ago, Tang Qiqiao made a special trip to ask him how to win a woman's heart.

Although the female Fangxin Yu Yan has no experience, everything in the world is similar, crows are as black, but the essence is the same.

Yu Yan felt that he was fully capable of preaching to his brothers as someone who had experienced it.

In terms of how to handle his sweetheart, he dared to say that he is already a rare master in the martial arts.

Tang Qiqiao's admiration for his brother reached another level. He took out the pamphlet and repeated the key points while writing down: "...you must prescribe the right medicine first, know yourself and the enemy, and first know what the other person likes. It makes sense. Brother Yu, how do you know that the other person likes you the most?" what?"

"This one……"

As a son, there is nothing I particularly like, except him.

I am the right medicine for my godson.

Tang Qiqiao: "..." Is this a trick? Why do I feel hopeless the more I listen to it?

In the private room, Tang Qiqiao felt a great grievance. He obviously followed the golden rules, but why did the girl still get engaged to someone?

"You also know that at the beginning of the month, the owner of Biyu Mountain Villa was invited to come to recuperate and stay for a while. I was in charge of receiving them. They are from Jiangnan. The two places are not only different in taste but also in cooking techniques. I think they may be I can’t eat spicy food, so I made a special trip to find local recipes, combining the characteristics of the two places, such as beef cubes with sauce, I covered the surface with spicy, so that it tastes slightly spicy, but the meat inside is marinated with sauce, It’s chewy and goes well with wine and rice—”

After listening to it for a long time, Yu Yan was in a fog, and he didn't know what to say: "Brother Tang, stop, let's not talk about the recipes, let's talk about the main points."

"Oh..." Tang Qiqiao was taken aback for a moment, and the brows that had just raised froze instantly.

"Anyway, as soon as Bi Zhenzhen ate it, she admired my craftsmanship and said that the ** I arranged was seamless and exquisite. She came here to ask me how to do it. Brother Tang, you don't know, this is the first time a girl can I can see the essence of my dishes so thoroughly, and I can still put forward the best suggestions for revision. You say, how can I not love her? At that moment, I fell in love with her at first sight. That feeling is like God opening on your head. A ray of light illuminates my life!"

"You can fall in love with someone if you can eat it?" Yu Yan asked, "So fast?"

"No, this is a fateful reunion! Otherwise, tell me, why does she come here every day? I'm not just a random person in Meng Lang, our Tang Sect is also a big family in the local area, and we have to talk about face and etiquette, so I made a token of love to send In the past, she... She also accepted it! I just asked the sect master to help me make a kiss, and it turned out——”

Big teardrops rolled down from the man's eyes.

"I just found out today that she is already engaged to my brother, Tang Bamian!"

(two)

There is no way, Yu Yan will go back and inform his godson first, he won't be back for the next two days, he has to live in Tangmen for a while.

After Shang Yingqiu listened to the ins and outs, he needed to help people with life-long events, but he was somewhat worried about his godfather going to help out.

"Is it okay for you to go alone?"

It's just to talk about things, not to take risks, it's nothing important, the main thing is to ask for an explanation for my brother, otherwise it's not good to cry all day long!

Shang Yingqiu smiled and said that you should come back earlier, if there is any trouble, Master and I will be there.

In early spring, patches of magnolia flowers stretch for several miles along the ups and downs of the terrain, and the sky is full of purples and reds. Girls in pink and green thin skirts and young men in brocade clothes enjoy the flowers side by side. Lovers sometimes do not rely on words, but use each other Eyes tell everything.

"Brother Yu! Look quickly, they are over there!"

Yu Yan witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and was very annoyed for his brother.

It's okay to refuse, but it's not proper to eat cakes made by Tang Qiqiao and flirt with others.

He comforted his brother, saying that Tang Bamian would not do well just by listening to his name, it would be unlucky to be attacked on all sides, and he was not as good as you.

Tang Qiqiao watched as Bi Zhenzhen broke open the pastry and fed it to Tang Bamian's mouth with his own hands, as if what those slender hands separated was his own heart. With a faintly aching heart, he watched his sweetheart slowly cuddle up to his younger brother, whispered.

"He is Bamian, the Bamian. Bamian is smarter than me since he was a child. He has a sweet mouth. The elders treat him very much. He is in charge of the business of Shu brocade in the south. It’s also less than me, but he knows how to do it, and the sect master always helps him, and this time too, hey, why didn’t Zhenzhen choose me? She clearly said that the fish-flavored eggplant I made was the best she had ever eaten Yes."

Yu Yan stretched his arms around his brother's shoulders, and patted on him, but he didn't dare to pat hard enough, for fear of breaking this fragile little heart full of holes.

It's hopeless to rely on Tang Qiqiao to ask the truth, this guy can complain to himself for a day and a night, but if he really meets those two people, he probably won't be able to fart a single one.

It seems that I really have to go out on my own.

Biyu Villa, in the south of the Yangtze River, is one of the two sects that keep pace with the Baijiao sect. They have a lot of wealth and have been developing rapidly in recent years. The current villa owner, Bishengxiao, is practicing the "Jianyin Curse" that has been lost for many years. His martial arts are unfathomable. Just like a hero.

When I came to the door, I could smell the fragrance from a long distance away. It turned out that there were two rows of beautiful maids in blue shirts standing neatly with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes. .

The housekeeper ordered a few people to follow him in, and gave a few words of persuasion intermittently.

"...Vendor Master, you haven't used your chopsticks in a day, try everything."

The stomach-warming soup first presented by the butler is called Yuanyang soup. It takes a lot of time to make. First, a can of chicken soup is boiled, and a fish is put on top of the soup. It is boiled for several hours, and the fish is steamed with the heat of the soup. The soup is done.

Yu Yan took a seat and tasted it, just about to praise the tenderness of the soup, but Bi Shengxiao said: "The heat is too late, the fish is old, how to treat guests, withdraw."

The maid then serves an appetizer. This dish is called Dong'an Chicken. It is cooked with freshly hatched chicken. It is delicious and spicy. It is served with shiny red oil. The urge to move the index finger.

Butler: "Didn't you say that the dishes from Sichuan are appetizing last time, and the old slave also asked me to cook them today. Would you like to try them?"

After a while, the silver chopsticks were picked up and put down again.

"It's not the same taste, withdraw it."

The butler's brow was sweating, the master was born with an "emperor's tongue", he was good at gourmet food, and he was extremely picky about food. Out of the twenty or thirty dishes prepared for each meal, if two or three dishes caught his eye, it would be great.

It took so long to eat a meal, Yu Yan could open his eyes. In the end, he didn't see how much food this Bi Shengxiao used. He just ate a few cherries with sugarcane syrup, and he looked very tired. From time to time, his hand stroked the inconspicuous long flute in his hand.

Yu Yan couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This seemingly ordinary long flute is called Mo Xiao, and it is ranked sixth in Bai Xiaosheng's weapons list. The magic sound can kill people invisible.

Bishengxiao used this magic flute back then to slaughter his uncle's line all by himself, and since then he has firmly secured his position as the number one villa in the world.Although his methods are cruel and he never shows mercy to his enemies, Bi Shengxiao is surprisingly popular in the martial arts world. Probably because he always has a clear sense of grievances and grievances in everything he does. As long as he recognizes you as a friend, you will never have to worry about him betraying you.

It is a happy thing to enjoy delicious food, but Yu Yan did not enjoy the meal. He felt that the table delicacies carefully prepared were not as delicious as the home-cooked porridge.

That's right, this is the first time he ate sweet potatoes grilled over charcoal fire. The two of them grilled on the fire, chatted endlessly, and waited for the sweet aroma to seep out of the stove. This was the most comfortable time in his life. winter.

Sure enough, no matter how good the ingredients are, it’s useless to match them with the wrong people.

Tonight, let's go back to have dinner.

Thinking of this, Yu Yan felt that he couldn't waste any more time, and directly explained his purpose.

"Master Bi, do you know about Lingmei and Tang Qiqiao?"

(three)

After waiting for an hour, Tang Qiqiao finally expected his brother to come out.

In fact, he was not willing to disturb Bi Shengxiao directly, but as the brother said, she is already engaged, if you want to embrace a beautiful woman, you must find opportunities for yourself.

After he came out, he saw that his brother's face was not very good, did he fail?

Yu Yan came out with a livid face, and asked him when he opened his mouth: "Let me ask you, what is the token of love you gave to Bi Zhenzhen?"

In order to show his sincerity, it is naturally the thing that can best reflect his sincerity. Tang Qiqiao now feels that his move is wonderful, very emotional, and unique that no one else can make.

"It's peony chicken slices."

"........."

Tang Qiqiao explained his mental journey: "I put the fried chicken slices together to look like nine peonies in full bloom. Nine flowers represent the longevity of my heart. Of course, I know that this alone is not enough, and it is still on the plate. Wrote my heart with Gorgon juice... What's the matter? Didn't she finish eating? Brother Yu——Brother Yu, why did you hit me!?"

Tang Qiqiao ran away with his head in his arms, his miserable appearance made people feel sad.

"It's you who want me to show off my ability in front of my sweetheart. Isn't my ability just cooking? Why do you say I misunderstood? What did I misunderstand?"

What's the meaning?What do you mean he was cheated, Bi Zhenzhen went to borrow flowers to offer Buddha?

Who is that Buddha?

The girl came to him on her own initiative and listened to him, so she didn't mean to have a crush on him?

Tang Qiqiao was at a loss, he leaned against the tree and stared blankly at the bright little red fruits above his head.

This land had been abandoned for a long time, and Tang Qiqiao was the most uncommonly vacant place. He found cherry saplings and cultivated them carefully. At first, several batches died. Later, he found a way to have the harvest that is today's graceful and graceful.In the season of spring, every branch is covered with fruit, green is vigorous, red is delicate and delicate, and the clusters are shining brightly in the sun, which slightly soothes his sadness.

The result of the long flow of water is the most pleasing in the world.

With the fruit fragrance, Tang Qiqiao leaned against the tree and gradually fell asleep until there was a rustling sound in his ears.

someone is coming.

Tang Qiqiao woke up, now it is the season to eat cherries, although he has repeatedly ordered his disciples not to pick them indiscriminately, but still many greedy disciples will sneak in - there is no way, among the seven deputy sect masters, I am the least dignified one.

It's fine on weekdays, but now that he is sad, his anger will naturally rise.

"Hey! What are you doing, don't touch my fruit!"

After he finished yelling, the man standing with his hands behind his back turned around.He was a stranger with a thin figure, wearing a black robe and a jasper belt around his waist. He was handsome and luxurious, clear and aloof, with the grace and demeanor only a child of an aristocratic family should have.

"I didn't touch it."

The man said in a calm voice.Uh, it seems that people really didn't touch it, Tang Qiqiao's anger can only last for a short time, and when he heard this, he immediately became cowardly.

"Then—then what are you doing if you don't pick it?"

The ends of the man's eyes are naturally raised, and there is a black mole under the corner of the left eye. When looking at people, his eyes wander, but he doesn't look feminine at all. In other words, his sinister temperament will make people feel intimidated. Dare to make mistakes easily.

"You have to eat something? I saw that they are beautiful, so I want to see if it's okay."

Bosom friend!

Tang Qiqiao's eyes lit up. The original intention of his cherry orchard was not just for food. Seeing how beautiful the clusters are, many people came in just for the sake of their tongues and picked a meal.

"Of course the Entao'er I planted is the best, brother, wait for Hazi."

Just misunderstood someone, Tang Qiqiao decided to make amends, carefully picked the plump fruit, he used a dustpan to soak En Tao'er into the ancient well water, his eyes were bright red, indescribably endearing.

Waiting for the ice to cool down, Tang Qiqiao chatted with the man: "Brother, which family do you belong to? Why haven't I seen you before? Are you here as a guest of Tangmen or for business?"

There are a lot of people coming and going to Tangmen on weekdays, there is also a post station, and it is normal to have a lot of faces. He sees the men eating slowly and making pies, so they must be of high status.

"It's considered a guest."

What do you mean... that's all, Tang Qiqiao heaved a sigh of relief.

Since my brother had a family, he had to rush back to have dinner before it was dark. Don't you feel tired of facing each other day and night even for dinner?

...I really hate the leader of Shang, super annoying.

Now, the ingredients prepared for entertaining the brothers are useless, the fish and shrimp are fresh, and it is not easy to stay overnight, and now everyone in the door probably knows that Tang Bamian is going to win the Miss Biyu Villa.

With the younger brother's style, he will definitely entertain everyone with drums and gongs. To marry Bi Shengxiao's younger sister, even if it is only a half-brother, that is a great joy.

The head of the sect is old, and the seven deputy heads of the sect have each come out of their own ranks in recent years, competing for splendor. I am afraid that after today, there will be more people supporting Tang Bamian.

Tang Qiqiao knew that his chances of being the head of the sect were slim, but there were some things that were purely for one breath.

"mountain, and. 氵, evening"

The two are half-brothers, Tang Qiqiao's mother is the eldest son, it stands to reason that the first son is valued, but it is not the case in his family.Tang Bamian's mother was young and beautiful and would compete for favor, so Tang's father loved him very much. As time passed, Tang's father even forgot where the door of the big house was.

A Niang was married far away in Shuzhong, and there was no one to talk to, and she gradually became ill from depression for a long time, and she was bedridden all year round.

The servants in the kitchen saw people ordering dishes, and his mother wanted to eat home-style food, and they said they couldn't cook it, but my aunt wanted to eat supper in the middle of the night, so they did it happily without complaint.

What's so great, Tang Qiqiao thought bitterly, isn't it just a dish, he can do it too.

He looked for recipes, went to street restaurants, paid money to ask a cook to teach him, and finally pieced together things. After countless failures, he finally made a decent basket of golden shortbread.

Tang Qiqiao will never forget the way A Niang showed her face at that time.

Thinking about it now, there were so many problems with the shortbread pancakes, there were wrong demonstrations everywhere, the white flour was not well-raised, and the pastry was not layered well. It was crispy on the inside, and finally turned into a loose sand that was crispy on the outside and burnt on the inside.

Such an unpalatable thing, but A Niang cried happily, laughed after crying, hugged him tightly in her arms, was so happy that she ate all the dregs left.

"Our Ah Qi is so good."

It's good to be good, he can be better, as long as it makes A Niang a little happier.

Probably from then on, I fell in love with cooking.

He wanted to continue making things that made A Niang feel happy, so he spent almost all his time in the kitchen except for practicing martial arts.

Tang Qiqiao knew that his abilities were limited, and it was unrealistic to become famous all over the world by relying on meritorious service. It was better to do what he could nearby. Until A Niang passed away, he didn't make any breakfast, lunch and dinner. He did it all by himself. Father Tang beat him up I don't know how many times my son scolded him for being useless, saying that cooking is something that women and lowly people would do.

Tang Qiqiao didn't understand, he was a stubborn person by nature, if he didn't understand, he had to ask until he was convinced.

He said that he just likes to cook, and he doesn't hurt the world, how can he be wrong?

Isn't the first thing in life to look for milk?Men and women have to eat, so don't fathers eat and drink?

If cooking is a lowly thing, then what is everyone who can only survive by eating "cheap" food every day?

Since I ate it and forbade others to do it, wouldn't that be more excessive than setting up a memorial archway after doing something.

"Shuzi can't be taught! Get out, get out!"

Tang's father was so excited that he couldn't breathe, and scolded the evil son, the aunt patted Tang's father back and forth with the five fingers painted in red, and asked Tang Bamian to take his brother away quickly, her eyes were full of tears. Sarcastic.

Tang Qiqiao shook his head, shaking all the bad things in the past, and shaking them to the sky.

He was in a bad mood today, and he was very reluctant to have dinner with someone who knew everything in his family, so he looked at this new acquaintance expectantly.

"That—brother, don't give up, why don't you come to my place for dinner tonight?"

It's a bit abrupt to invite someone home for dinner not long after we met, but Tang Qiqiao has his own way.

"My cooking is very good and delicious. I guarantee you to eat it once, and you will want to eat it a second time! Which dish do you like? Huaiyang—"

The man picked up a fruit in his hands, but he didn't eat it, and put it back.Does this mean not to go?

Tang Qiqiao was about to lose heart, when he saw the man turned his head, his pale and delicate face was reflected in the mottled sunset.

"it is good."

The man actually complied.

The author has something to say:

Tang Qiqiao: I hate people who take away their brothers!

Godfather: ... Don't worry, don't worry, someone will come to snatch you soon, brother, don't worry.