The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

The skin of the elbow is shiny and oily, and it moves with the chopsticks. You can tear off a piece intact without it falling off, which requires some skill.

Yan Laoer is the person who has mastered this technique, and he uses chopsticks very flexibly.

A large piece of skin went into his mouth.

He squinted his eyes and ate with great satisfaction.

The King of England looked through the bundle and found the socks his daughter had made for him.

I thought the socks were good, better than the last pair of shoes, which were very laborious to make.

When I turned around, I saw that the skin on the elbow was almost gone.

The King of England glared and said, "You've eaten everything, so what should I eat?"

"You eat meat!"

"I just want to eat the skin."

"Don't learn from me. You only ate meat before."

"That's because you don't know how to nourish your skin."

"Hey! Don't listen to my nonsense. I'm just talking nonsense. I like it and I want to learn something from it."

"Don't lie to me, my lord. My waiter also often says that eating pig skin can beautify your skin."

"Then why don't you ask someone to make some pork skin jelly?"

"If people knew that I like to eat pig skin, wouldn't it be a laughing stock?"

"Hiss! That's right. Your Majesty, the King of England, loves to eat such cheap food. If your brothers knew about this, they would be so happy that their teeth would drop. Hahaha!"

Yan Laoer was very kind: "Then I'll order it."

He turned around and begged, "Uncle Wang, please ask the kitchen to make some more jelly. Look, there's nothing to eat with the wine."

Eunuch Wang glanced at the table full of cold dishes and braised food and saw that the King of England had no objection.

Then he went to the door and gave the order.

The King of England looked a little more relaxed and no longer sat there stiffly. He stretched out his legs and placed them on the support of Yan Laoer's stool.

Yan Laoer felt a little sick of the food, so he took a sip of the sweet juice from the frosted persimmons.

Add some crushed ice in it, it's cool.

"Do we have enough ice in our house? How about we have cold noodles tomorrow?" Yan Laoer asked naturally.

He has been eating together with the prince for some time.

“If you want to eat, just eat.” The King of England felt very comfortable eating with Yan Laoer. He no longer had to eat fixed dishes. Yan Laoer could always come up with delicious ideas with ordinary ingredients.

"Right! It's been really dry these past few days. It's extremely hot at noon and the scorching sun makes people dizzy." Yan Laoer couldn't change his nagging habit. He was a chatterbox.

"Send it to Xia'er tomorrow as well." The King of England said suddenly.

Yan Laoer: So you didn’t hear me say it was hot!
"How do we send it? Wouldn't the noodles be clumpy if we send it to the palace? Besides, it's past the time for ice in the palace. Should we send ice to the palace? We'll give it to the county lady. Then will His Majesty? What about the Empress? What about the palaces?"

Your Majesty, you should think about how to bring the county princess out. It is the right thing to do to bring her back home and have her eat at home. We can eat whatever we want behind closed doors and we don't have to follow the palace rules anymore.

Why is the palace so strict that they block the day for ice? What's wrong with using some ice on a hot day? They have ice, too. I asked around, and some shops selling ice on the street have ice from the palace. "Yan Lao Er said enviously, "They have a lot of ice."

Seeing that the King of England’s cup was empty, Yan Laoer filled it up.

The King of England is another Zhou.

"Please slow down, I can't keep up." Yan Laoer muttered and also had a drink with them.

"Tomorrow..." The King of England hesitated for a moment, then filled up his glass with wine and drank it all in one gulp. "Tonight, have someone send a message to the palace, saying that tomorrow the King will go with you, on the pretext of delivering noodles. If you can see Xia'er, take her out of the palace! Take her home!"

Yan Laoer stopped eating and asked, "Have you thought about it? What if His Majesty is angry and wants to punish you?"

"I'll continue!" The King of England picked up the peanuts fiercely, put them into his mouth one by one, and chewed them hard.

"The Qi family was granted the Xizhou, and they were worried about it. Generation after generation, the Qi prince stayed in the capital. When it came to me, I was granted the Guanzhou, and I followed the precedent. Back then, the king and the princess had only one daughter, and I treated her like a pearl. I told others that her grandmother was reluctant to let her go to the north to suffer, so she raised her in the palace. In fact, she was worried about my son!"

Yan Laoer subconsciously looked at the door. It was very good, and it was closed tightly.

Eunuch Wang nodded slightly at him, meaning don't worry, he's watching over him.

"Your Majesty, perhaps you don't want people to gossip." Yan Laoer helped to explain half-heartedly. What else could he do if he didn't help to comfort the King? He couldn't let the King of England get stuck in a dead end.

"Let's not talk about the past. Right now, we have only one thing to do, to bring her back to you and kiss her."

The King of England clapped his hands and shouted, "That's right!"

"I'm in the capital! The Prince of Ying's Mansion is so close to the Imperial Palace, but I can't see Xia'er! I know how hard life is in the palace! Even the prince has a hard time, let alone a mere county lady whose parents are not around.

Yan Er, I tell you, every time I see the clothes, shoes and socks that Xia'er makes for me, with every stitch and thread, so meticulous and careful, I feel so uncomfortable.

My Xia'er should ride a horse in the north, enjoy flowers in spring and summer, play on the ice in winter, stroll in the streets with a few good friends, and have a feast in the mansion..."

Yan Laoer thought to himself, what you are describing sounds like the daily life of our waiter.

"Yes, yes, you are right." Yan Laoer agreed.

"My Guanzhou army defeated the Northern Rong, suppressed the rebels, killed the Western Rong, and intimidated the border. Is this a great achievement?" The King of Ying muttered as he drank. He didn't know how many cups he had drunk. His eyes didn't even shake. He looked straight at Yan Er and asked.

"Why not? It's very, very big!" Yan Er affirmed and used his two arms to make the largest circle.

"Then why did my father claim to be ill and refused to see me? Why didn't he order Xia'er to leave the palace and return to the Prince of England's mansion? Why didn't he let me see my mother?" The King of England asked three questions in a row, expressing his distress after arriving in Beijing.

Yan Laoer sighed: "My Lord, this capital city!" He wiped his face fiercely, slapped his thigh, and chose to speak from the heart: "We couldn't come to this capital city originally, but we came here because of these great achievements!"

They were all sent to guard the border, and basically, the King of England was not included in the list of candidates for succession. Who could have thought that the King of England would come back thanks to his numerous military achievements.

"Look at my thighs, my back, my arms, and my hips... Never mind, I'll show you next time. Whenever I get caught leaving the house, will your brothers spare me? If you don't leave the house, they will all come after us, causing us so much trouble."

"What are they doing? This is jealousy!"

"I'm jealous that your Majesty values ​​you, that you have the powerful Guanzhou Army behind you, that you control the three prefectures of Guanzhou, Leshan, and Xizhou! I'm jealous that you have a great reputation among the people!"

"Think about it from another perspective. You are already so powerful. If His Majesty treats you better, won't those people... go crazy?"

"I've been thinking about it, and it's not reasonable for His Majesty not to see you. If it's unreasonable, then he must have his reasons.

Taking the county lady back to the mansion is actually a breakthrough. We took her back privately, which is not strict enough in terms of rules, but it is not wrong. What's wrong with a father and daughter reuniting and taking a daughter home? Besides, your contribution is so great and so many. If you really want to hold on to this mistake, you can just make up for it. "(End of this chapter)