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

Old man Tao, who was enjoying his meal and pouring wine, had no intention of interrupting.

As for dealing with the matters in the court, there is no need for him to worry about it.

My grandson-in-law is not in the palace, but my granddaughter is here, that's enough. I should enjoy myself and eat more food while there is one less mouth to feed.

After taking another sip of wine, Old Man Tao looked at his granddaughter, and the idea popped up in his mind again. If his granddaughter was ambitious, it was not impossible for her to become an emperor.

I don't know how much is stuffed in this head. She can cure diseases and save lives, and she is also an excellent cook. I have known her for such a long time and have eaten the meals she cooked for such a long time. She can even come up with new dishes from time to time.

Moreover, no matter what new dish it was, it would always be delicious the first time she made it, except for using that oven to bake bread and cakes, and using that oven to make roast duck, which failed a few times in the beginning, the new dishes she made had never failed.

Old Man Tao was sure that those dishes that people like them saw and tasted for the first time were definitely not cooked by her for the first time.

Just like the surgery she performed on those people, it was something she had done before, more than once.

I thought about what I knew about her and her age. No matter how I thought about it, it didn't seem to add up.

The secret of this girl is definitely not an ordinary secret. Old Man Tao is very clear about this issue. Not only does he know it, but Xue Wenyu and Brother Hui also know it.

However, he was the same as them all, curious but not asking questions. The only thing they had in common was that they wanted to help her keep this secret.

"Girl, do we still have those pickled mustard greens?" Seeing that the mother and daughter had settled the serious matter, the old man opened his mouth.

"An? Great-grandfather, have you looked at the wild ducks that mother brought back and want to eat duck with dried vegetables? That's great, I was thinking about it too, hey." Brother Hui's eyes lit up and he also looked at his mother.

Old man Tao also smiled. They were all family and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. His granddaughter had already told him to tell her if she wanted to eat anything.

"It seems like there is still some. Let me take a look later. By the way, if you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it. Now it's time to make pickled plums. Ahhhh..." Mu Yingbao suddenly shouted a few times in annoyance and patted the table with his hand.

Brother Hui and the old man were so scared that they looked at her nervously, not understanding what was going on. Why did the topic of pickled mustard greens bring back some particularly bad and painful memories for her?

"I said last year that we would go up the mountain to get more wisteria flowers to make pickled mustard greens in the spring of this year. In the end, I missed it again!" Mu Yingbao felt very ashamed. He had a good memory, so how could he have forgotten this matter?

At this season, the wisteria flowers have long passed their flowering period. If you want to eat them, you have to wait another year.

When Mu Yingbao mentioned this, Brother Hui also remembered that he was present when his mother said this.

"Mother, is it the wisteria flower?" Brother Hui suddenly remembered something and asked. Mu Yingbao nodded, yes, it was the purple quinoa flower. There is no limit to the type of vegetable used to make pickled mustard greens. Radish tops, green vegetables, and small roots of garlic from the wild can all be used. But using that flower to make pickled mustard greens is better than using any other ingredient. Think about it, it's made from such a beautiful flower, and it doesn't need to be cut with a knife.

When the pickled mustard greens made by Hong Ran are served on the table, you can't see their original beauty and color at all, they are all the same brown and black color, but they still have a unique floral fragrance.

Seeing Brother Hui smiling at her and raising his eyebrows, Mu Yingbao was a little puzzled.

No matter how smart Brother Hui is, he can't possibly figure out a way to make the wisteria bloom again!

"Mother, you have basically walked around the entire palace when you have nothing to do, but you didn't know that there are several purple quinoa flowers in Jingling Palace, and their flowering period is later than that of other places, right?" Brother Hui asked proudly.

Mu Yingbao thought about it. Jingling Palace? She had indeed been there before. She had heard from the eunuchs in the palace that it was a cold palace. Throughout the dynasties, there had been several queens who had been raped and concubines who had committed suicide there.

In addition, the place was very desolate, so Mu Yingbao went in, took a casual look at the door, and left.

"How did you know? You are so busy every day, do you still have the leisure to visit a cold palace?" Mu Yingbao asked puzzled.

Brother Hui smiled and looked at his great-grandfather who was pouring wine.

The old man also looked guilty, which made Mu Yingbao even more curious. "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"Mother, please don't worry. Let me tell you slowly. My great-grandfather and I were hunting sparrows and roasting them. We went there by chance and saw that the wisteria there had just budded. Thinking that the wisteria flowers in the imperial garden had already withered, I asked the eunuch chief out of curiosity.

He told me that there seemed to be a cold spring or something under the cold palace, and that it was very cold there in summer, so the flowers in the yard bloomed much later than other places." Brother Hui told me hurriedly.

Mu Yingbao nodded after hearing this. This phenomenon is true. "Wait, you two caught sparrows and roasted them? When did this happen? You actually caught them secretly.

Eat, but I don't have a share? How can you two be ashamed? Whenever I cook something delicious, I always think of you two first, but you two eat alone?" Mu Yingbao asked with a sneer.

Ah? The old man and the child at the table had never expected that she was not very happy to hear the news of wisteria flowers, but focused on other things!

"Hehe, girl, you are really wronging us. You and Wenyu went out for a spring outing, you were happy, and you left us, an old man and a young child, in the palace. Can't we find some fun to kill time in this lonely and helpless time?" Old man Tao jumped up immediately when he saw that his eloquent great-grandson suddenly got stuck.

Yes, isn’t that right, mother? My great-grandfather and I were very pitiful during those days, did you know that? Brother Hui nodded with grievance on the side.

Mu Yingbao didn't really want to be angry with them, but now that he heard the whole story, he felt so upset.

Hong Ran, the last time we went out for a spring outing, we had serious things to do, and it is dangerous to be outside.

However, what this old and young want is just to be together as a family, whether they are having fun or in danger.

"Okay, next time something like this happens, I'll take you with me and we'll go together." Mu Yingbao expressed his opinion immediately without saying anything else. The matter has already passed, and there is no point in saying anything else.

"Mother? Really? But, is this identity suitable for your son?" Brother Hui was surprised at first, and then he felt a little worried.

Because of his special status, he has to consider many aspects when making decisions.

Looking at the child's expression, Mu Mengbao felt even more pained and overwhelmed; "Of course I can work, but it's a little difficult.

Because of his special status, he has to consider many aspects when making decisions.

Looking at the child's expression, Mu Yingbao felt even more pain in his heart. "Of course, the emperor is also a human being. When the country is peaceful and the people are at peace, he can go out hunting and have fun with the people. Only when he walks out of the palace can he see more clearly the real life of the people and know more about what they need most and what he should do for them."

After hearing this, Brother Hui smiled brightly. Anyway, with his mother by his side, the emperor's job was not that hard.

Just then, Lin Chuan knocked on the door and came in, handing Mu Yingbao a note, saying that it was sent by Mo Yunbai's people.

"Why did he hand me the post?" Mu Yingbao muttered as he weighed the gold-stamped post in his hand.