"Do you know that our Xianyang City is going to come to a big man?" Wen Ting put down his chopsticks, his face full of mystery.
"Big man? Could it be the emperor?" Wen Shouzheng responded casually.
"Although it's not the emperor, it's almost the same!" Wen Ting said with a chuckle.
"It's about the same as the emperor... Could it be the emperor's father?" Zhou Shi interjected.
"Don't talk nonsense, the emperor passed away two years ago! Brat, let go of your farts, don't whine!" Wen Shouzheng became impatient.
"Listen to our master..." Wen Ting stood up, arched his hands to the north, opened his big piercing eyes, with an extremely solemn expression on his face, and said word by word: "The prince and grand master back then, Today's emperor teacher, cabinet chief, first-rank university scholar, leader of the Great Zhou Wenchen, Mister Songtao, Yue Mingyang, will soon return to Xianyang to take care of his old age."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the family members at the dinner table with deep eyes, his face full of infinite respect.
The Zhou family is a woman, so naturally she doesn't care about these things, so she just gave a soft "hmm".
As for Wen Shouzheng and Wenrou, they were engrossed in eating the delicious food in front of them, not listening to Wen Ting's words at all.
At this time, Zhou said: "Father, have you heard? The Yin family's wine shop is about to fail."
"That old tortoise bastard, it's time to close down!" Wen Shouzheng gloated.
"Father, all major restaurants are starting to book our morning dew wine now, it seems that they've been busy for a while!" Rourou answered.
"Hey, didn't you hear what I said?" Wen Ting was annoyed.
"I heard it, I heard it, we already knew that this big man was coming to Xianyang, brat, you've been bored in the school for a long time, you're so late!" Wen Shouzheng curled his lips, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and chewed carefully.
"How do you know?" Wen Ting pulled the stool and sat down, stretched his face and leaned over.
"Brother, Mr. Zhao, the prefect of the government, has mentioned this matter, and Mr. Qiao from the Drunken Immortal Tower has personally taken care of him. He said that this Mr. Songtao will arrive in a few days, and as soon as he arrives, he will enter the Drunken Immortal Tower to welcome him! These few days Father Ri led everyone to prepare the ingredients for the recipe day and night, just for this!" Gentle explained.
"Oh, it's no wonder that I ate today. It turned out that I was honored by the great Confucianism! Father, is it true that our family's food is renewed every day?" Wen Ting leaned over his face and said with a smile.
"Just read your book well, and you don't have to worry about food!" Wen Shouzheng shouted with a dark face.
"Father, you guys don't know that Mr. Songtao is very powerful! All the disciples under his sect are the pride of heaven, and each of them is the number one scholar! Sigh! If I can be lucky enough to be Mr. Songtao's student! His explanation of a lesson was enlightened, I think my head will be enlightened! It's not like it is now..." Wen Ting said, his eyes glowed brightly, then dimmed again, and he sighed softly.
"Oh? This great Confucianist is said to be so powerful by you, can he know everything?" Wen Shouzheng asked abruptly with his job bowl in hand.
"That's natural. Think of Mr. Songtao, who knows astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom. He is erudite and knowledgeable about the present. He has a superb literary talent and is omnipotent!" Wen Ting stood up again and cupped his hands towards the north, as if Mr. Songtao was standing in front of him.
"Hmph, I can't see it! Can he cook?" Wen Shouzheng twitched his lips and began to argue.
"Father! Why is this related to cooking again! Mr. Songtao is a great Confucian who is aloof and important to the country, how can he be compared with a cook!" Wen Ting said angrily.
"Hmph, no matter how powerful a person is, he still has to eat! If no one cooks for him, he won't be able to get up!" Wen Shouzheng finished eating the rice in the bowl in two mouthfuls, and continued, "Although our cooks are of low status, we It is inseparable from anyone in the world! It is said that food is the most important thing for the people, and the cook is the key to carry forward this day!"
"Father is right! The sky is big and the earth is big, and the cook is the biggest!" Seeing that Wen Shouzheng said it clearly and logically, Wen Rou followed and flattered him firmly.
"This child! I've learned how to cook like you, so how can I get married in the future!" Zhou Shi burst out laughing.
Wen Ting sat aside in a daze, tilting his head, thinking about what Wen Shouzheng said just now, it sounded indecent, but it really made sense.
Unexpectedly, there are still philosophies in the whole grains.
"Brother, do you want to worship Mr. Song Tao as your teacher?" Seeing that Wen Ting was in a daze, Rou Rou asked with a smile as he waved his hand in front of his eyes.
"I think, all the students in the world think about it! But..." Wen Ting sighed.
"Then when Mr. Songtao comes to Xianyang, you can go to worship!" Gentle said.
"Sister, it's not as simple as you said! Mr. Songtao is the most famous Confucianist in the world! If you want to be his student, how talented and good..." Wen Ting sighed, and the last two words "Family background" was literally swallowed into his mouth.
"Brother... You eat vegetables." Ruan pursed her lips, stretched out her chopsticks and picked up some vegetables for Wen Ting.
The family didn't speak any more, only the sound of chopsticks shaking slightly.
This night, Wen Ting was sleepless with the lamp on, and studied all night. He couldn't choose his family background, and he didn't have the slightest talent.
Lying gently on the bed is tossing and turning.
In the previous life, Wen Ting failed three times as a child, and dropped out of school early to learn cooking with Wen Shouzheng. However, learning to cook and reading are generally lacking in talent. Spoon.
Now that he is reborn, although he still learns to cook from his father, facing his brother's current situation, he is tender and unwilling.
He still failed three times as a child, but now his father is extra merciful and doesn't let his brother drop out of school.
However, if you want to study the Fa like your elder brother, next year's Tongsheng will try...
Gentle didn't dare to think about it.
Unless, as my brother really wished, he followed the great Confucianism and became the disciple of Mr. Songtao.
On the second day, it was dawn.
"No, no, it's not good, my lord!" At the gate of the Xianyang government office, a soldier fell off his horse in a panic.
"What's the noise?" Governor Zhao Jingyi obviously spent too much time last night, sitting in the government office with a sleepy face.
"Come, come!" The soldier trembled all over, unable to speak.
"What are you panicking about? Who's here?" Zhao Jingyi casually raised his eyes.
"Mr. Songtao...Mr. Songtao is here!" The soldiers stammered even more!
"What!" Zhao Jingyi was startled suddenly, and stood up with a bang.
Even the grand teacher's chair was brought down, and there was a loud "bang".
"Where is it?" Zhao Jing asked anxiously.
"We're at the gate of the city soon!" said the soldier.
Mr. Songtao, the great Confucian who has been waiting left and right, is here
Why is there no movement at all, and there is no prior notice.
"Prepare the horse!"
Zhao Jingyi tidied up his clothes in a hurry, led his master, randomly ordered a few followers, and rushed towards the gate of the city in a hurry.
042 Yi Pin Wing