Divine Doctor and Farmer's Girl: Buy a husband to farm

Chapter 1491

"Does the emperor want to use it now?" Huya narrowed his mouth deliberately.

"What do you think?" The emperor narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a threatening expression, but the upturned corners of his mouth revealed his current good mood.

"Okay." Huya said, and shouted towards the door, "Chuan Shan—"

"When did I say I want to eat...Ah Wu sent food?" The emperor suddenly realized.

Huya tidied up for him and walked, said: "You can tell by looking at it."

The eunuch came in with a shy man in a dark blue double-breasted padded jacket.

As soon as he came in, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying, "Long live."

Huya winked at the emperor, and said in a low voice: "This is the cook that the eldest girl hired from Shanxi to cook you street food. She is not willing to say that you can't eat such delicious food. She spent 200 taels of silver to make it Let me go to Beijing and make it for you to eat."

The emperor couldn't help laughing: "This little brat."

There is a feeling of eagerness to share good things, lest the other party miss it, they are the same to each other.

"The eldest girl also specifically said," Huya saw that the emperor was happy, and talked more and more, "not only is eating delicious, watching him do it is also fun."

The emperor: "Huh? Forget it, let's take him down and do it. You should be watched by others, and don't let the imperial chef bully him."

"Ah? Yes, Your Majesty."

Huya ordered the stall owner to be sent out, and when he came back, he said puzzledly: "I thought the emperor would follow the eldest girl's wishes."

It's rare that the emperor doesn't pay for the big girl.

The emperor laughed and said, "When did I say I don't want to read it? I just said that I don't want to read it in the imperial study. Is this a place where you can cook?"

The real reason is that the emperor watched the man fight, and he might not even be able to hold the spoon in front of him.

This is a gift from Ah Wu, how could he lose his interest?

The emperor decided to be pedantic and condescending, so he secretly went to the imperial dining room to have a look.

Huya said: "Yes, yes, the minister was so happy that he forgot the rules."

"What are you happy about?" The emperor narrowed his eyes.

Huya: "...the eldest girl makes you happy, and your minister will be happy if you are happy."

"What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you wait for me to change clothes?"

The emperor intends to take a peek, so he can't put up too much battle.

He looked at it for a while and then smiled: "This narrow-minded ghost is actually a scorpion. Is there anything new about it?"

Having said that, he was reluctant to move his feet, and the scene of Ah Wu leaning forward to watch the excitement emerged in his mind.

She's been gone for over a month.

The man pinched and clamped his hands, and the 馉饳 took shape, like little swallows, they were neatly placed on the chopping board, and the movements were smooth and flowing.

The man was focused, and waited until the 馉饳 was put into the pot, only to find that the people behind him knelt down and caught a glimpse of the bright yellow clothes on the emperor's body and the dragon on it. Although it was not the exaggerated dragon robe seen in the drama, it was also Immediately guessing the identity of the emperor, he fell to his knees.

The emperor smiled and said: "Let's all be flat, but I scared you."

Huya said: "Your Majesty, I have seen it, this place is dirty, let's go back first."

The imperial dining room is actually clean and bright, the pots, pans and pans are all polished, and the fish, vegetables and fruits are neatly arranged, but it should not be the place where the emperor comes.

Huya is worried that tomorrow those meddling imperial censors will use chicken feathers as arrows to disgust the emperor with words like "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen".

But the emperor waved his hand and said, "You should eat the rice noodles while it's still hot. Since you've already arrived and everything has been put into the pot, how can there be any reason to go back and wait for cold food?"

Huya hurriedly said yes, took the emperor to the only table and waited for him to sit down, thinking in his heart, although the imperial dining room is far away, except for cold dishes, when will the dishes delivered to your table not be steaming?

The emperor opened his mouth to spread rumors, and he was about to lose his leg, hum.

The emperor asked the stall owner what's so good about this 馉饳er?Where does he set up a stall, what is his business like, how much he earns, whether he can support his family, whether taxes are heavy or not.

At first, the stall owner was so frightened that he almost lost his wits when he saw Tianyan.

But seeing that the emperor was so amiable, he pretended to be bold and replied: "It's just street food, which is valued by the nobles. Letting a villain come to Beijing to perform for the emperor is really a small ancestor. The scorpion is ordinary, but it's in the fine ingredients. , with more than 30 seasonings passed down from the villain's ancestors..."

The emperor listened carefully to what he said, nodding from time to time.

"There are eight members of the villain's family, and they all rely on the small stall of Xiaorendao to support them. Although they are greedy from dawn to dusk, they dare not lie to the emperor. They earn more than 20 taels a month, and the family is not nervous. The emperor is wise, and the tax is much lower than before. , the more important thing is that there is no war, and the heart is at ease. Long live the emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

The emperor saw him kowtow, and said with a smile: "Get up. I'm worried that she will lose your money, and it will be difficult to support a family."

Huya thought to himself, although this person is a man of the market, he is quite clever, and he said something that would make the emperor happy.

Doesn't the emperor just want the people to be rich and live and work in peace and contentment?
Sure enough, the emperor sighed and said, "Shanxi hasn't experienced many war disasters, and you are under the nose of Xiang Tingyuan. Although he is timid, he may not be greedy for a penny, but overall he is still good. No one is in Fucheng." It’s just that it’s hard to talk about other places..."

Huya knew what he was thinking about, and hurriedly said: "Didn't the girl say something about the letter a few days ago... you can relax."

The emperor nodded with a smile and did not speak again.

When he finished eating the rice dumplings, he said, "It's really good, it's very delicious."

Huya said: "If the emperor likes it, let him leave the recipe and teach the imperial chef to go back."

"The recipe for the breadwinner, don't embarrass others." The emperor stood up with a smile, "I just want to eat something new, and I'm tired of eating big fish and meat. It's just a change of taste. Guan San, what should I reward you for?"

The owner of the stall, Guan San, was no longer nervous. He knelt down and said boldly, "Miss Qin has already given the villain so much silver taels, so I don't dare to be greedy again. Can the emperor give the stall a name, so that the villain will go back in the future?" Speaking of which, this was bestowed by the emperor, honoring the ancestors?"

The emperor laughed loudly: "Give me the name alone, I'm afraid others will say you're bragging. I'll give you an inscription, Guan Jiazi, what do you think?"

Guan Sansan was overjoyed, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

Huya joked with a smile: "You are a cute one. If you want gold and silver, even the mountains of gold and silver will run out. If you want a plaque, you will always bear the name of the emperor in the future, and you are afraid that the silver will come like water? You have to be in awe of the emperor, don't pretend to be good, damage the signboard, and damage the reputation of the emperor."

"Yes, yes, yes." Guan San said hastily, "A villain will not dare to pretend to be a good one, and he must do this ancestral scorpion with his conscience."

"Let's go."

(End of this chapter)