Tang Dynasty: The pot is tied to the duck nest, the little rhinoceros is here!

Upon hearing this, Fang Xuanling smiled awkwardly: "Your Highness is joking. The meat in Cheng Yaojin's house..."

That's beef, I can't compare. My lamb may not be as good as beef, but it was cooked with care by the chef..."

Little Sizi quickly said, "Uncle Fang's yogurt smells really good, it's delicious, I really like it!"

"I'm glad you like it, I'm glad you like it! Come on, young man, let's eat together, pick up our chopsticks..."

The Fang family's cook made the stewed mutton perfectly cooked, the only flaw was...

The mutton had a rather strong gamey smell, but that's not the chef's fault. After all, the limited ingredients made it impossible to remove the gamey smell from the mutton.

However, Jiang Fan was still somewhat...uncomfortable with the smell of mutton.

Remembering that he still had a lot of seasonings in his car, he said, "President Fang, please wait a moment..."

"Hmm? What advice do you have for me, young master?"

"Um... I have some seasonings in my car; the cook can add them to the lamb and stew it for a while..."

After saying that, Jiang Fan handed over the fennel seeds and other seasonings that were placed in the car to the cook to remove the gamey smell.

The cook looked bewildered but still did as instructed.

By the time the mutton was served, the gamey smell was completely gone.

And it tastes even better now, so my little ox's belly is full enough to eat another bowl of mutton.

After Fang Yi'ai took a bite of mutton, his expression immediately lit up:

"Young master, do you still have the seasonings you gave the cook earlier?"

Could I have some? I never knew lamb could be so delicious!

Jiang Fan took out a packet of fennel seeds and gave it to Fang Yi'ai: "Here you go. But there are many kinds of seasonings to remove the muttony smell, such as vinegar, cooking wine, fennel seeds, angelica root..."

After listening to Jiang Fan's introduction, Fang Yi'ai quickly took out paper and pen, and then began to write down everything Jiang Fan had said on the spot.

From now on, this will be our family's recipe book.

After breakfast, Fang Xuanling asked Jiang Fan to take a look at his daughter's injuries.

I don't know what he's up to, but maybe in his eyes, he's a miracle doctor.

Unable to refuse, Jiang Fan checked Fang Furong's wound again. Seeing that it wasn't infected, he instructed her:

"The wound should not come into contact with water for the next few days. If it becomes itchy, do not scratch it. It should heal in a few more days."

After hearing this, Fang Furong immediately stood up and was about to bow to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan stopped her again: "Look at you, why are you bowing again?"

You're injured right now, so don't let any formalities aggravate your wound.

In the end, you'll be the one who suffers; no one can take your place.

"Furong has remembered, thank you for your concern, young master!"

Fang Xuanling, standing to the side, was secretly delighted, thinking that things seemed to be looking promising.

When Jiang Fan got up to say goodbye, Fang Xuanling's entire family, along with their servants, all saw him off to the door.

It's clear that Jiang Fan has a lot of influence in the Fang family.

After all, he had saved the Fang family's most precious daughter. Fang Xuanling watched Jiang Fan get into the car and until it disappeared from his sight before turning to walk back.

At this moment, Fang Yi'ai came to Fang Xuanling's side and said angrily, "Father, those people from the Cui family of Qinghe dared to hurt my elder sister!"

The Cui family of Qinghe must give our Fang family an explanation for this matter. Just give the order, sir.

The child led his men directly to the old residence of the Cui family in Qinghe.

I refuse to believe that the Cui family of Qinghe would dare to be so arrogant and domineering in Chang'an!

Fang Xuanling snorted coldly, his gaze drifting in an unknown direction: "The Cui family of Qinghe, hmph, how dare they harm my beloved daughter!"

It seems I've been lying low for too long; they've all taken me for a sick cat. My beloved, prepare your horses to enter the palace.

"Entering the palace? Shouldn't we be at the Cui family's old residence at this time? Why do you want to go to the palace, Master?"

"What do you know? Entering the palace is naturally to obtain an imperial edict; that's called having a legitimate reason. This time..."

We must cripple the Cui family; His Majesty has long harbored the intention to deal with them. This time, I will serve as His Majesty's weapon…”

……

Jiang Fan was driving with Xiao Sizi on their way to the palace.

Just then, I saw Cheng Yaojin riding an electric bike, leisurely strolling along Zhuque Street.

Today there's no need to attend the morning court session, but I still need to go to the Ganlu Hall to discuss matters with His Majesty, so Cheng Yaojin is still on his way at this time.

Especially when he saw His Majesty's often-showy cornering technique, Cheng Yaojin started practicing it without hesitation.

"Beep beep—"

Jiang Fan honked the horn twice at Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojingang had only been learning to drive an electric car for a short time when he encountered a particularly difficult cornering maneuver.

Cheng Yaojin, who was focused on bending the bend, was also caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

In his haste, he almost fell to the ground. It didn't matter if he fell; the important thing was that he couldn't drop his beloved electric scooter…

In a fit of anger, Cheng Yaojin turned around and glanced back to see who was so inconsiderate as to startle his horse.

This one look was all it took to completely extinguish his anger, because he saw Jiang Fan inside the car.

Therefore, Cheng Yaojin's anger was merely a fleeting outburst.

"Uncle Cheng, are you going to the palace?"

"Yes, yes, needless to say, you definitely want Uncle Cheng to help you hold the car down, right? Here it comes..."

The naturally friendly Cheng Yaojin got out of the carriage and had two mounted attendants carry it home, while he strode into Jiang Fan's carriage.

Moreover, I got into the passenger seat. To paraphrase Cheng Yaojin, the view from here is expansive, allowing me to experience the driver's perspective.

After Cheng Yaojin came up, Jiang Fan asked with a smile, "Uncle Cheng, you're not going to the palace today to attend the morning court session, are you?"

"No, no, His Majesty had some urgent business to attend to today and summoned us to the palace for a meeting."

As for the morning court session, it's long since ended. If you're interested, young master, how about I take you to the morning court session tomorrow?

Jiang Fan: "Is this even allowed? Isn't the morning court session a rather serious matter? Ugh... is this appropriate?"

"That's a pointless argument. It might not be appropriate for others to go, but if you go, who dares say it's inappropriate? I, Old Cheng, will be the first to object!"

"Hehehe, then I'll thank Uncle Cheng in advance. We'll meet again when there's an opportunity..."

I'll go with you to the morning court session to see what it's like. I've never actually seen what your morning court sessions are like before!

As they were talking, the car arrived at Chengtian Gate.

The Imperial Guards at the city gate immediately let Jiang Fan pass after seeing his car.

The divine chariots of the Tang Dynasty that could run without horses were not something you could stop, or you might easily get yourself into trouble.

Jiang Fan drove the car to Ganlu Hall, dropped off Cheng Yaojin, and was just about to leave when...

Then Fang Xuanling came out from inside, a grateful smile on his face.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Fang, how come you entered the palace before me?"