When I saw tenderness again, it was already after a cup of tea.
Wen Wen and Zhu Zi took the wrapped Rou Jia Mo and two jars of "Morning Dew Wine", and distributed them to Ren Yue and Sheng Yao Shan.
Sheng Yaoshan was holding the wine jar in his left hand, and the wrapped Roujiamo was under his right arm, and he refused to let others touch it.
The aroma of wine is overflowing, and the aroma of steamed buns is tempting. This kind of delicacy is still safe for yourself!
Ren Yue smiled, and gestured to the young book boy that Mr. Songtao was accompanying with his eyes.
The young man immediately understood, and immediately stepped forward to help Ren Yue hold the wine.
"Miss Wen, although Master Zhao is the host of this meal, you are the one who bothers me. I haven't eaten such authentic hometown food for a long time. A steamed bun and a soup make people dream. I am grateful and don't know what to do. How can I thank Miss Wen!" Mr. Song Tao looked at the cups and plates of soup in front of him, full of emotion.
"You don't have to thank me. As a Xianyang girl, it's nothing to cook some hometown food for the distinguished guests. If the distinguished guests like it, you can come to Zuixianlou every day!" said gently and generously.
"Mr. Songtao, what you said! Now that you have returned to Xianyang, you have returned to your own home. Why don't you come to the Zuixian Tower whenever you want!" Zhao Jing didn't speak for a long time. Half of the Roujiamo hadn't been eaten yet, so he was busy flattering at the moment.
"Master Zhao, my salary is limited, how dare I come to the first floor of Xianyang every day to squander it!" Mr. Songtao glanced at Master Zhao.
"As long as Mr. Songtao likes it, I will be the host every day!" Zhao Jingyi continued to flatter.
"You don't get paid for nothing. I'm already a retired person, but Mr. Zhao is still in office, and he should work for the well-being of the people. If you have the time, why don't you appease the poor people downstairs and show your parents' authority?" Your benevolent heart!" Mr. Songtao didn't buy Zhao Jingyi's account at all, waved his sleeves in the breeze, got up and was about to leave.
"Mr. Songtao!" The name was like a flash of lightning flashing across Rourou's mind, and Rourou was stunned for a moment!
This name is so familiar!
Could this old man be the noble man in the capital that Mr. Zhao and Mr. Qiao kept mentioning!
The emperor's teacher, the former prince Taibao, a first-rank bachelor, and a learned scholar who is the chief assistant of the cabinet—Mr. Songtao!
On that day, how much my brother longed to worship under Mr. Songtao.
If he can really worship Mr. Songtao as his teacher, with his elder brother's intelligence, he will surely be enlightened and enlightened, and he will have a bright future as a child next year!
Gentle heart rejoiced.
"Mr. Songtao!" Rourou blurted out.
"Oh? Miss Wen, what's the matter?" Mr. Songtao smiled, the wrinkles on his face were so kind.
"Didn't Mr. Songtao want to thank me just now? The little girl is asking for something!" Rourou boldly stepped forward, blocking Mr. Songtao's way.
What a little girl can ask for is nothing more than more rewards.
Mr. Songtao thought about it this time, he couldn't help turning around, and said to his old servant: "Changsheng, reward Miss Wen with more money!"
"Mr. Songtao misunderstood!" Rourou waved her hands again and again.
"Oh? Miss Wen, but it's okay!" Mr. Songtao stretched out his hand to signal the old servant to wait.
"I heard that Mr. Songtao is knowledgeable and talented. The little girl's elder brother admires Mr. Songtao's name and wholeheartedly wants to worship Mr. Songtao as his teacher. I wonder if Mr. Songtao can..." Rourou bowed her body and saluted seriously.
"Miss Wen is overrated. This old man has always been strict in selecting students! Miss Wen is a person with simple cooking skills, so she asks for conditions. She looks like a profiteer, and I don't like it!" Mr. Song Tao said, with a blank face and a twinkle in his eyes A little indifference.
"Mr. Songtao, I am not a profiteer, and my brother is not a mediocre person. My brother has always admired Mr.'s talent, and he wholeheartedly wants to worship Mr. as his teacher, and hope that Mr. will be successful!" The gentle voice was slightly hoarse, and his heart was extremely agitated.
"Hmph, there are a lot of people who admire this old man's talent. If all of them are collected as the girl said, I will not be able to smash the signboard!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Mr. Song Tao's mouth, and he had a benevolent face just now. At this moment, it is like a city wall, impenetrable!
"Mr. Songtao, my brother failed three times as a child, and I wish to worship under the teacher's school, and hope that the teacher will guide and enlighten me!" The gentle voice trembled, and the slender body trembled accordingly!
"A joke! The person who failed three times in childhood must be a dull person! You also want to worship me as a teacher? I advise the girl to go back and persuade your brother, and stop thinking about studying from now on. It is better to learn with the girl. It's not in vain for the kindness of parents to bring them up!" Mr. Songtao snorted coldly, his words were full of heartlessness and disdain!
"Mr. Songtao, my brother is not a dull person. He just thinks too much, which will cause him to perform abnormally every time he takes an exam! If Mr. Songtao gives some advice, my brother will be able to achieve great enlightenment and achieve something!" Rourou still refused to give up, and walked away while speaking. Go forward and grab Mr. Song Tao's sleeve.
"Miss, please respect yourself!" Mr. Songtao's complexion darkened, and he waved his sleeves, "I think the one on my left is Sheng Yaoshan, the son of the Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the current Wu Kui! That day, even Prime Minister Sheng personally interceded, but he couldn't do it. Take Mount Yao under my door."
When Mr. Songtao said this, Sheng Yaoshan's face turned red slightly, secretly angry.
"Mr. Songtao, aren't you slapping me in the face? I'm not worthy of being your student. I'm a trap for people who don't like to study. Think of me, Sheng Yaoshan, who learned language at the age of one, started reading at the age of two, and read it well at the age of three." According to Shi Ziji, poems and songs are not inferior to today’s champions! It’s just that I, Sheng Yaoshan, pursue the heaven and the earth, and a real man should use the horse’s back as a chair! The red rabbit is at the bottom, the bright silver spear is in hand, and the flag is shouted. A horse is ahead of the army, invincible , is my pursuit of Sheng Yaoshan! How come you have become this kind of version..." Sheng Yaoshan could only forcefully press his heart at this time, and kept adjusting his breathing.
"Let's talk about the one on my right, Ren Yue, the third son of the Generalissimo of the Great Zhou Bingma! At the age of ten, he was already at the top of the list of high school students! If it wasn't for his fun that day and missed Qiu Wei, he must have been a candidate for the palace examination. But now I follow the old man, hehe , Ren Yue must be the No. 1 scholar next year!" Mr. Songtao mentioned his beloved disciple beside him, and his face showed an extremely smug expression.
"Mr. Songtao, my little girl respects you, sir. I think you must be a person of high morals and prestige. No matter where you are from, you don't accept wealth. I think my brother has been smart since he was a child. Even in his dreams, he wanted to worship Mr. Songtao as his teacher. Unexpectedly, you are the same He likes people on the surface! He's not as good as a kitchen apprentice like me!" Rourou put away the pleading all over her face, neither humble nor overbearing.
"What? How dare you say that Mr. Songtao is inferior to you! Presumptuous!" Zhao Jingyi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly jumped up!
"Back off, let her continue talking." Mr. Song Tao sneered.
Mr. Songtao, who is well-known in the Zhou Dynasty, would actually argue with a young cook, oh, by the way, a twelve-year-old girl!
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