"What scared you to death? Did you do something you shouldn't have done in your dream?" Master Ying said with a smile.
"... Nonsense... What can I do that I shouldn't do... Nonsense... Unreasonable..." He ran upstairs in a panic.
He was about to close his door with his backhand, but he opened the door to cover it, leaving a gap.
He peeked at him from the gap there, "You... you... you... don't sleep late at night... come here... what are you doing..." He felt that his tongue was not his own, and his throat was not his own, everything was messed up.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" he said.
Ji Liyou didn't dare to look at him directly. Although he couldn't remember many details, as long as he remembered his smooth jade back and the fact that he pressed him under him in the dream... He didn't dare to think about it anymore. Shaking his head.
"I'm sleepy. Let's go to bed now." Ji Liyou said.
"I haven't asked you yet, where is Jiang Li?"
His fan blocked the door, so he naturally couldn't close it, and he didn't have the guts to shut him out. "No, wasn't that stone given to you?"
"Really? I forgot about it." He slowly retracted his fan and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"Go to sleep, it's getting late." He turned around and said.
"Old man Wen, you... wait..."
He didn't stop, "If you have anything to say, please tell me."
"Did I go to your room today?" He asked anyway.
The storyteller asked, "When did you come to my room? Why didn't I see you?"
"Oh, that's good." The big stone in his heart was relieved.
Ji Liyou was watching Master Ying making mixed vegetables in the backyard of the teahouse.
This is pork head meat that has been marinated for three days. The yellow sauce has been marinated and colored.
He found Houttuynia cordata from nowhere, mixed some sesame oil and minced garlic as a base, then cut the pig head meat into thin slices and put it on a white porcelain plate. Ji Liyou could tell whose taste it was at a glance.
"Master Ying, can I have a taste?"
"You can eat it if you want. Isn't there some pork head meat left?"
He pointed to the plate, "That's in there."
"You don't like eating folded ear roots."
As he said that, he took a piece from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, "How is it?"
Ji Li had a sad face, "vomit..."
"Be careful, don't throw up here."
There was laughter upstairs, and Ji Liyou looked up, "You didn't say you were going to Liangzhu today, why are you still here at this time?"
"It's up to me, wherever I want to go."
Ji Liyou curled his lips and said, "Well, well, you are the best."
Continue to watch Chef Ying cooking.
Although this Sanqi Teahouse is just a teahouse, there are many people eating upstairs, and they all come because of Master Ying's craftsmanship. Master Ying's cooking makes the fragrance spread far and wide.
"Master Ying, what did you stuff into that chicken's belly?"
"fennel."
"anything else?"
"Pear chunks, dried dates, and dried plums."
"What is this going to do?"
He washed the fat chicken, placed the chicken next to the fire, cut off the branches and set it up like a rack for drying clothes, sealed the belly of the fat chicken, and started roasting it on the fire.
"My stomach is dry. It won't be burnt in a while, right?"
Master Ying hadn't spoken yet, so the storyteller said, "You fool."
"You're stupid." He raised his head and mouthed.
"That chicken is so fat, there's a lot of oil and water in its belly."
Master Ying smiled, "That's the truth."
He picked up a bowl of winter bamboo shoots and beef bone soup and said, "Master, drink some hot soup to warm yourself up. You slept in the wind for a while last night, so be careful of catching a cold."
Ji Liyou said no, "I'm still in my prime, but like our Master Wen, I'm an old monster that's hundreds or thousands of years old. Tell him to drink more and take care of himself."
He was about to hit him with a fan, but Ji Liyou hurriedly covered his head and hid behind Master Ying, "Save me, he wants to kill me."
Master Ying put the soup in his hand and said, "Drink your fill first, and then talk about death."
Ji Liyou said, "I don't want to drink this soup."
The man upstairs shook his fan, and the silver bell in Ji Liyou's hand rang as soon as he finished speaking. He couldn't help but take the bowl of soup and bring it to his mouth.
Although he frowned, he had to finish the bowl of soup obediently.
"Master Ying, the soup is too salty." He deliberately found trouble. He didn't dare to mess with the man upstairs. He only dared to say these rude words to Master Ying.
"Why did you stop me last time?"
"When?" He pretended not to know.
"If Gong Yangnong knows her difficulties, he will definitely go to see her."
"This man is gone, why bother making waves again."
"The Twelfth Mother not only wanted to give him a bright future, but also wanted to give her unborn child an identity. She did nothing wrong from the beginning to the end. The person who was wrong was the person who used this to blackmail her."
"But... Gong Yangnong's father is dead, so no one knows about it."
"Gongyang Nong should know what Twelve Mothers did for him." Ji Liyou insisted.
"Did she give up for him because she wanted his gratitude?"
"... Of course not... She loved him... and never wanted to reciprocate. I'm just sorry that Gongyang has hated her so much for these years and respected his father for these years."
"The Twelfth Mother is not without fault, she is very wrong." The storyteller explained.
"Why? It's not her fault that she is a lowly citizen. She wants her children not to become slaves like her in the future. What's wrong? She wants Gong Yangnong to be more than just a teacher, and wants to send him to a broader world. What's wrong with this? She shouldn't have ended up like this, and you're the only one going to give her a ride."
"The Twelve Mother's mistake was that she was self-righteous. She had no right to make choices for him, and she should not have kept him in the dark. It was she who gave him hatred and made a person hate him. This is wrong."
"But Twelve Mother loves him, and she is also in pain when she makes these decisions. He should not torture her in every way."
"So do you think Twelve Mother hated him before she died?"
"Even if she loves him deeply, she should hate him." Ji Liyou said.
"The world has short-sightedness, and so do you."
"What do you mean? Is it possible that Twelve Mothers don't hate him at all?"
"The Twelfth Mother... do you believe it? She prayed for three lives before she wished for this one life that is not perfect."
Ji Liyou's eyes suddenly turned sour, "How could anyone be so stupid and suffer half a life in vain?"
"Yes, no one would grab the leader's hand and ask if he could have a lifetime of suffering in exchange for ten years of staying together." The storyteller sighed.
Ji Liyou asked, "If that child is still alive, I count the time and he should be five or six years old."
"Perhaps living his life in a corner of the world."
Ji Liyou said, "That's good. I hope he is safe in this life."
The storyteller smiled and whispered, "Of course, I will be safe in this life."
"Ordinary children come out of the mother's womb in ten months of pregnancy. That child is really a freak. It's so late that he is not a human being?"
The storyteller said, "With three thousand avenues, how can the secrets of heaven be revealed?"
"Just tell me why that child is different from ordinary children, and I haven't seen what he looks like, otherwise I can still look for him."
"What are you looking for him for?"
"I..." He rolled his eyes, "I will adopt him as my godson, and I will continue to serve you, the god, from generation to generation, from generation to generation, so that you will always have someone to accompany you, okay?"
The storyteller was not irritated by him. He looked at Ji Liyou from top to bottom, with a slight smile in his unreachable eyes.
(End of chapter)