Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

So has Gong Yuanzheng's lantern-making skills really improved?

of course it's true.

Anyway...

You can tell it's a cat, right?

It's better than the half-finished lantern that is said to be a big dragon lantern but looks like a shrimp.

Zhang Xueming rolled over with laughter in his heart, but an appreciative smile appeared on his face: "Not bad, it is indeed very beautiful."

Then she exchanged the fat orange lamp she had made beautifully, with the word "角" written in small seal script on the forehead, for a thin brown-gray raccoon lamp with one side of its head slightly drooping, its ears slightly rounder, and its smile slightly weirder. The little mechanism inside that prolonged the burning of the candle was exactly the same as the one she had made.

Zhang Xueming rejected the young man's enthusiastic farewell and, under the puzzled gaze of the secret guards, slowly walked back to the small hall with the lantern in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Is this the lantern made by Miss Zhao?" Su Rong's mouth twitched, and she smiled and complimented: "This mouse is quite interesting to look at."

"Nonsense, this is a raccoon." Zhang Xueming smiled and glared at her, then pointed at the brown-gray paint on the forehead of the "thin raccoon". He paused, slid his finger downwards, and touched the beard on both sides of the strangely grinning mouth, "See, beard."

"Yes, it's a raccoon lamp, very...unique." Su Rong made amends with a dry laugh, thinking to herself: Don't mice have whiskers?

The next day, Gong Yuanzheng came to have breakfast on time. In his hand was the original Fat Cat Lamp with a cute style made for him by Zhang Xueming. When Su Rong saw it, an incredible idea came to her mind.

She tentatively praised, "Mr. Zheng's craftsmanship is really good. It looks like a perfect match for the catkin lamp that Miss Zhao brought back last night."

Gong Yuanzheng's lips curled up, and he said proudly, "You have good taste. This one was made by Zhao Zhao herself for me. I also made one for her yesterday."

It was really amazing that Miss Zhao could still laugh. Su Rong smiled politely and said, "No wonder Miss Zhao was so reluctant to part with it. She only took it out and used it when she went to the kitchen this morning."

Gong Yuanzheng was so happy that he felt like flying to the sky, but he didn't say anything more to her. He just asked, "Zhao Zhao went to the kitchen again?"

"Yesterday, the Shang Palace sent over the batch of pastry molds that Miss Zhao ordered. Miss Zhao went to the kitchen to see the results."

Gong Yuanzheng immediately changed his route and went to the kitchen, where he saw the skinny lamp he had made hanging on the lamp stand in the corridor. He hurriedly hung the fat one in his hand on top. The two lamps were next to each other, which was... unbearable to look at.

But he didn't think so. It was just like the saying goes: Dung beetles say their own offspring are sweet-smelling, while hedgehogs say their own offspring are shiny. They all think their own offspring are pretty.

In the kitchen, Zhang Xueming, wearing an overall, was using a wooden mold to shape small fish-shaped steamed buns on the dough board. There were six in a row, and two rows made just a dozen. He deliberately did not dye the dough completely red with red yeast rice, so that the result would look like a red and white koi.

It’s so interesting, of course Gong Yuanzheng wants to play it.

This time the finished product won’t be weird in shape.

After trying six animal molds and six flower molds, he tried the dumpling mold. He put the dumpling skins and fillings on it, and by closing the two sides, he could make beautiful dumplings with patterned patterns.

The people in the kitchen also wanted to try it, but Zhang Xueming, who was extremely powerful, just stood there smiling and letting Gong Yuanzheng play, so they could only watch with envy.

"This steamed bun mold can also be used to make snacks." Gong Yuanzheng used up all the dough on the dough board, and then he went to wash his hands with a sense of unsatisfied satisfaction, leaving rows of colorful steamed buns that looked like poisoned animals and flowers on the dough board. However, the dumplings were not poisoned by him, and they were white and plump, which made them even more adorable.

At breakfast time, Gong Shangjiao came over for the first time. Facing the surprised looks of the two little ones, he calmly asked, "Why didn't you come for lunch yesterday?" It made him lose his appetite.

"There have been personnel changes in the Zheng Palace, and several managers have been replaced. Didn't Qingzhi go to her brother's place yesterday to retrieve the files?" Zhang Xueming glanced at him. Tsk, if you want to have dinner together, just say it directly, what a dishonest man.

"Zheng Palace is short of a lot of staff, let's take this opportunity to fill it up." Gong Shang sat in a corner, waiting for the table to be served early, with a little expectation. Zheng Palace now handles meat very well, without any peculiar smell. Jiao Palace's chef is so stupid, he can still taste the fishy smell after learning for a long time, which is frustrating.

Zhang Xueming lowered his eyes and didn't look at his face, so as not to laugh out loud.

When Gong Yuanzheng's masterpiece was served on the table, she quickly glanced up at Gong Shangjiao's face, only to see a face full of "???". She picked up a small flower dog and put it on his plate, smiling, "Brother, come and try Ayuan's cooking. Ayuan was amazing today. Most of the steamed buns and dumplings were made by him. Brother can finally catch up."

I'm sure there's something wrong with Brother Yuanzheng's aesthetic taste! Gong Shangjiao looked speechlessly at his brother who was as proud as a little peacock. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and took a bite. Fortunately, it only looked like poison, and the taste was the same as what he had eaten before.

"Not bad." He nodded, finished his meal in a few bites, and picked one for each of them: "Come on, don't just watch, eat together."

Zhang Xueming smiled politely and picked up a full plate for him: "Brother, did you stay up late working again last night? You must be tired, eat more." He refused to pick up the steamed dumplings for him.

Gong Yuanzheng felt that the atmosphere seemed a little off, but compared to the verbal confrontation, this was nothing.

He also picked up one for Gong Shangjiao and Zhang Xueming, piling up several layers on the plate: "Brother and Zhaozhao, eat more."

Give them a sweet smile and calmly start your daily routine of eating and playing.

Gong Shangjiao regretted his breakfast very much, but because the two little ones were so "enthusiastic", he actually ate too much.

He thought he was not a vindictive person, but he was too idle and would become lazy: "At 9:00 a.m., the Council of Elders will send Huang Yushi to pick you up and take you to the Moon Palace in the back mountain. There is no one in the back mountain who is proficient in medicine and poison, so you have to investigate the Moon Palace thoroughly."

Before leaving, he finally couldn't help but say to Gong Yuanzheng: "Brother Yuanzheng, white steamed buns are actually quite beautiful. There's really no need to color them. People should play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he led Jin Ting and walked quickly.

Gong Yuanzheng reacted and jumped up in anger: "Brother, do you despise me?! You ate so much, and I gave the last plate of steamed dumplings to you!"

Gong Shangjiao pretended not to hear and even used his Qinggong skills. In the blink of an eye, he and Jin Ting disappeared in the tree-lined path.

Gong Yuanzheng pursed his lips and crossed his hands. He was sulking for a long time before he asked Zhang Xueming, "Is it really that ugly?"

"It's not ugly, it's quite creative." Zhang Xueming took his hand and took him away. "Maybe the world in the eyes of geniuses is different from that of ordinary people, so they can't understand. As a genius among geniuses, Ayuan, you have to learn to be considerate of them. Maybe throughout their lives, they will never see the magical and beautiful world in your eyes."

"But my brother is not an ordinary person."

"Then how do you ensure that every genius sees the same world as every genius?"

"...Okay, Zhao Zhao has a point." Gong Yuanzheng accepted this explanation. He said in a low voice, a little frustrated, "So it's not just flowers, but steamed buns like white, too?"

But when Zhang Xueming turned around and looked over, she smiled brightly again: "Zhao Zhao, should we prepare some snacks? What if the one who comes is the Huang Yu servant from last time?"