Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

Xue Wenyu had seen the expressions of people working in the kitchen before: some were focused, some were indifferent, and some were cautious, but he had never seen one like hers.

She had a smile on her face and exuded a joyful aura. The sound of her hands chopping with the knives on the chopping board was so pleasant to the ear.

How many faces does this woman have?

Mu Yingbao saw Xue Wenyu as soon as he came in, but he just glanced at him and continued with what he was doing.

But Yadan couldn't sit still anymore, so she quickly stood up. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving immediately, she moved a chair, wiped it with her sleeve, and placed it next to him; "Master."

When we came here, the old general told us that when we get here, we must treat the prince as our master.

Xue Wenyu didn't want to sit down, he wanted to walk away. What was there to see in the kitchen? Why was he sitting here with his status?

But he didn't know why he sat down, raised his belly, folded his arms and watched her chopping meat.

"Yadan, help me wash the snails in the hillside a few times by the well." Mu Yingbao said as he remembered.

"Okay, Madam." Yadan responded immediately, holding a small bowl of snails and walked out. The prince looked at Madam like that, and she didn't dare to breathe. "Where is Brother Hui?" Mu Yingbao asked because she only saw the older one and not the younger one. "In the study, I asked him to practice calligraphy three hundred times." Xue Wenyu told her, thinking that if she

Even if she was distressed and begged for mercy, I absolutely could not agree to it. Even if she was angry and threatened not to make dumplings, I would not compromise.

Since ancient times, loving mothers often spoil their children. We can't let these two people do whatever they want.

Xue Wenyu looked at her, waiting for her response, but she didn't think it mattered after hearing it.

There was no pause in the hand movements and no change in rhythm.

What? Wasn't that child her darling? What happened? Didn't she react when she heard the punishment of writing calligraphy 300 times? Or did she not pay attention at all and didn't realize what writing calligraphy 300 times meant?

Mu Yingbao had no intention of instructing the prince to help with anything. Even if he was willing to put aside his pride and help, he would probably be clumsy. She would have to teach him everything and be careful with her words, which was not a big deal. It would be better for her to do it herself and have some free time.

So, Mu Yingbao began to prepare the filling and knead the dough.

In the past, Old Man Tao and Brother Hui would help make dumplings. Although their skills were not up to par, they could at least help.

Now she is alone, no matter what, just take it slow. Brother Hui won't be hungry for the time being anyway. If the prince can't stand the hunger, he can find a way to solve it himself.

"La, where is Brother Hui?" Mu Yingbao was already prepared to fight alone. When Tao Qingyuan came and entered the kitchen without seeing Brother Hui, he immediately asked.

"He is practicing calligraphy in the study. It will probably take him till dawn to finish three hundred times." Mu Yingbao told with a smile. "You seem quite happy. What did that boy do to make you unhappy?" Tao Qingyuan was very curious.

Mu Yingbao smiled and shook his head without answering, but urged him, "Hurry up and wash your hands. You don't want to eat, right? Then I'll make less."

"Meh, you always say respect the old and love the young, but you can't do it yourself." Tao Qingyuan murmured in a low voice, but he really rolled up his sleeves and went to wash his hands.

Xue Wenyu smiled secretly, looking at Mu Yingbao with a frown and asked in a long tone, "What did you say? I didn't hear it. Tao Qingyuan was not panicked either, "I said you are a very filial girl. You knew that I, an old man, was craving for dumplings, so you made dumplings for me." "Oh? Is that really the case?" Mu Yingbao raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing it.

Tao Qingyuan nodded seriously, "Of course it's true. Would I still talk nonsense at my age? By the way, where is the rolling pin? If you change the place, you won't be able to find it."

"It's in the cloth bag under the cupboard. It hasn't been taken out yet. I just got here and I can't put it away quickly with just two hands." Mu Yingbao pointed to the cupboard and said.

Tao Qingyuan went over to look for it and indeed found it.

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Xue Wenyu, who was not involved in the matter, listened to the conversation between the two and became more certain that anyone who stayed with her for a long time would gradually become like Old Man Tao or Brother Hui!

And I, as a prince, could actually sit in the kitchen like this? Waiting? Eating? Watching? How to cook?

Xue Wenyu also felt that something was wrong with him and wanted to stand up and walk out of the kitchen.

I am helpless, my body just won't listen to my control!

Not only could I not walk out, but I actually felt the urge to go over and make some with them as I watched them making dumplings.

It doesn't seem difficult to make. Just flatten the small dough ball with a stick, put a small spoonful of stuffing into the dough, and then close it and pinch the edges tightly. It's very simple!

It turns out that the dumplings I love to eat are made this way!

The other people in the kitchen only saw Xue Wenyu sitting steadily and leisurely waiting for food. They had no idea of ​​the various struggles in the prince's mind, and it was already very difficult for him to sit steadily.

The dumplings were finally wrapped and Yadan's water was boiled. Tao Qingyuan saw the other ingredients prepared on the chopping board and knew that a few more dishes needed to be stir-fried, so he consciously took on the task of cooking the dumplings.

Zhuan Yingbao started cooking in another pot. After the dumplings were cooked, she also cooked three dishes. Seeing that Tao Qingyuan had no intention of leaving with the dumplings, she let the two of them eat first and then she cooked the last dish.

As soon as Tao Qingyuan sat down at the table, Xue Wenyu picked up the wine jug and poured him wine. Although this prince still did not follow Mu Yingbao in calling him great-grandfather, Tao Qingyuan never minded.

I don't care about this. When I recognized this girl as my relative, it was not because I was greedy for the status of a prince.

Besides, the relationship between the two has always been twisted.

However, what made Tao Qingyuan very satisfied was the prince's attitude towards him. Although he didn't call him great-grandfather, he was very respectful.

Of course, he also knew best that the prince's respect for him was only after Mu Yingbao decided to return to Beijing with Brother Hui, and they had faced so many dangers together along the way.

"I never thought that the dumplings made with beef and radish tops, which were usually used to feed chickens, ducks and pigs, would be so delicious." Tao Qingyuan sighed with emotion after eating a dumpling and taking a sip of wine.

Xue Wenyu had already eaten two, and when he heard the words, he paused for a moment while trying to pick up the third one. Wasn't the old man saying this at this time just to annoy him and make him lose his appetite and eat less?

No, you can't be so mean-spirited and judge others by your own standards. I have even eaten dishes made from insects with them, and the old man knows that.

Besides, I haven't done anything special to his granddaughter recently.

He was irritated by her by the lotus pond, but he didn't do anything to her. Thinking of this, Xue Wenyu continued eating.

I'll have to ask the steward to plant more radishes. It'll be convenient to have them around when I want to eat them. As for beef, in such a big house, we can't raise two cows in that corner. If that doesn't work, we can raise them in the horse fodder.

"Stir-fried snails with soy sauce, here we go." Xue Wenyu was planning in his mind when Mu Yingbao brought the last, super-fried dish to the table, two large plates of dumplings, and asked Yadan to take them, while giving one to Shitou.

Tao Qingyuan didn't care, but Xue Wenyu glanced at the dumplings on the stove while picking up snails. There were a lot of dumplings cooked in one pot, but after they were divided into two plates, there were only a few left in the big porcelain plate.

Fortunately, there was still some uncooked food on the chopping board. Xue Wenyu made up his mind that if he didn't have enough to eat, he would ask her to cook another pot. If he was going to eat, he wanted to eat well and to his heart's content, right?

Mu Yingbao sat down, poured himself some rice wine and started eating.

In the study, Brother Hui had quietly leaned over the door crack and looked out several times, and saw Yadan handing dumplings to Shitou.

Woohoo, the dumplings are ready, but he was not invited to eat. His mother loves him the most. When his father leaves, she will definitely secretly send him a plate...

The last dish was served on the table. There were two large plates of dumplings. Yadan took them and gave one plate to Shitou.

Tao Qingyuan didn't care, but Xue Wenyu glanced at the dumplings on the stove while picking up snails. There were a lot of dumplings cooked in one pot, but after they were divided into two plates, there were only a few left in the big porcelain plate.

Fortunately, there was still some uncooked food on the chopping board. Xue Wenyu made up his mind that if he didn't have enough to eat, he would ask her to cook another pot. If he was going to eat, he wanted to eat well and to his heart's content, right?

Mu Yingbao sat down, poured himself some rice wine and started eating.

In the study, Brother Hui had quietly leaned over the door crack and looked out several times, and saw Yadan handing dumplings to Shitou.

Woohoo, the dumplings are ready, but he was not invited to eat. His mother loves him the most. When his father leaves, she will definitely secretly send him a plate...