After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chef Jiang was not stupid either. He dared to act arrogantly in front of the Ho family, but he did not dare to make trouble in front of the Eighth Prince.

In the eyes of the prince, what is the royal chef?

Just a servant.

Seeing him give in, Ho Tung-ka breathed a sigh of relief and turned around with a smile on his face.

"Boss Wu was right, but the two pastry chefs just had a verbal conflict, so it's not a big deal."

"It's a competition, so it's normal for a pastry chef to get a little angry."

"How about this, I'll compensate this lady on behalf of Chef Jiang, ten taels of silver?"

He Dongjia looked at Qian Fengping and saw that although she was dressed neatly, her clothes were made of pure cotton, so her family background should be ordinary.

Ten taels would probably be enough for her to spend for a year.

Qian Fengping didn't respond.

Fang Tong's face darkened, and he was about to ask him to take out ten taels to buy himself a coffin.

Wu Dongjia spoke first: "He Dongjia, you are going too far!"

He turned around and looked around, then said loudly, "My surname is Wu. I am a businessman, but I am also a human being. I have been around for so many years. I always believe in reason and righteousness."

"But it seems that the dim sum competition is over. My brother and sister-in-law have been humiliated here. I, Wu, am incompetent and cannot get justice. So, I will withdraw from the competition! I'm sorry, I won't accompany you!"

After saying that, he strode away.

The Fang Tong couple followed.

He Dongjia's expression finally changed: "Wu Dongjia, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this?"

He stepped forward to stop them, and the He family's servant also helped.

Seeing this, the Wu family servant hurried forward and the two sides immediately started pushing each other.

"What, Mr. He, are you trying to force me to participate? This is under the feet of the emperor!" Mr. Wu scolded with a cold face.

The implication is that if you use force, he will report you to the police. He doesn't believe there is no law.

Ho Tung's face turned bitter.

"No, don't get me wrong, Mr. Wu."

How did things get to this point? Originally, he and Uncle Rong set up a trap to force Mr. Wu to participate in the competition.

Everything is planned well...

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the owner of Wanbaolou could no longer sit still and hurried out.

"Hey, Mr. Wu, Mr. He, what's going on? There are a lot of customers ahead, so I'll just be here for a while. Why are you two fighting?"

The shopkeeper bowed left and right and smiled apologetically.

"If you ask me, you guys are all old acquaintances. Can't you sit down and talk it out?"

But Wu Dongjia didn't treat him well.

"The boss is busy, but are the staff busy too? If Wanbaolou is short on staff and can't host this dim sum competition well, you should have told me earlier."

The shopkeeper's smile froze.

As soon as he showed up, he pretended to be stupid and then talked about friendship, just to avoid the issue of Wanbaolou's dereliction of duty.

But Wu Dong's family is as cunning as a fox, could they be fooled by him?

He snorted coldly, continued to walk out, and ordered the servant: "Whoever dares to block the way again, don't be polite, just hit him directly."

"Yes!" The servants of the Wu family responded one after another.

The waiter of Wanbaolou and the servant of the He family all looked at their master.

Can this be stopped?

There's no point in stopping them. If you use force, it will turn into a group fight.

The dim sum competition has become a real joke, and I'm afraid it will also dampen the interest of the gentlemen on the third floor.

The shopkeeper was sweating coldly. He just wanted to do a favor for Chef Jiang and ask his subordinates not to interfere. How did it turn out like this?

Is it really that bad for Wu Dongjia to make such a fuss over a dim sum chef?

"Boss Wu, it's my fault. I didn't manage my men well. Please don't be angry."

The shopkeeper ran after the man, but he only dared to apologize and was reluctant to stop him.

Wu Dongjia had a cold face and ignored him completely.

The group was about to step out of the gate of Wanbao Tower.

A magnetic voice came from the stairs.

"Mr. Wu, wait a moment." A handsome young man dressed in white, with long hair tied up, a face as white as jade and clear eyes stood at the stairs.

Seeing the person coming, Wu Dongjia sighed in his heart and stopped.

It seems that he can't take the opportunity to get out of this mess.

The handsome man walked down the stairs slowly and approached. "Boss Wu, today's incident is the fault of Wanbaolou. I am willing to make amends for the poor hospitality."

The handsome man is the young master of Wanbao Tower and the son of Wansheng - Wan Rufeng.

He glanced at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper Chen, the vacancies in Wanbaolou have always been filled by capable people. You are old now, so you should go to the manor to retire in the future."

The shopkeeper's face turned pale.

He worked diligently for many years before he finally became the manager of Wanbaolou.

Going to live in Zhuangzi for retirement would mean his future was ruined. But he was born a slave in the Wan family, so how could he dare to refute it?

"Yes." He nodded and felt regretful in his heart.

Wan Rufeng didn't look at him again.

I'm not afraid of stupid people, but I'm afraid of stupid people who think they're smart.

His Wanbaolou didn't rely on the Eighth Prince for food, so was there any need for him to break the rules just to be a royal chef?

Facing Fang Tong and his wife, his expression was gentle and his voice was like a spring breeze.

"I'm sorry that you've been wronged today. Why don't you please move to the third floor so we can talk slowly?"

Fang Tong was surprised at how quickly his expression changed and concluded that this guy was a smiling tiger.

You have to be more careful next time.

He turned his head and looked at Wu Dongjia, and neither of them had made up their minds.

Fang Tong cleared his throat and whispered, "Wife, do you want to go?"

I mean, are you still willing to participate in the dim sum competition?

If you're willing, go up to the third floor and fight them. If you're not willing, just walk away.

As for whether it will offend the important people, why bother about it?

They didn't need any help from anyone, so the worst that could happen was they could just go back to Huai'an Prefecture.

"Then go." Qian Fengping pondered for a moment and said.

We came here just for the competition, there's no need to leave in anger.

Besides, if the couple leaves, it will be difficult for Mr. Wu’s family to live in the future.

Among the nobles on the third floor, there is also Wu Dong’s backer.

Wan Rufeng looked at Fang Tong with slight surprise, then took the lead.

It is rare to find a man who always listens to his wife and gives her face when he is outside.

third floor.

Jin Yunting sat upright at the table, playing with the teacup in his hand.

Opposite him was Wang Rong, who was wearing a dark blue brocade robe and had a feminine face. He glanced at Jin Yunting with a smile.

"Brother Jin is sitting still, but a fight is about to break out downstairs."

"There won't be too much trouble in Master Wan's territory." Jin Yunting said calmly.

On the far left, the slender and handsome middle-aged man, Wan Sheng, smiled faintly upon hearing this: "Thank you, Master Jin, for your trust. However, I didn't handle things well today, and I apologize for causing you all to laugh at me."

"Heh, just a few pastry chefs can actually cause trouble for no reason."

It was the Eighth Prince who spoke.

A brother of the emperor from the same mother.

The Eighth Prince and the Current Prince were both born to Concubine Ru, but unfortunately Concubine Ru had a short life and died early.

At that time, the Empress Dowager had no children, so the late Emperor decided to raise the current prince and the Eighth Prince under the Empress Dowager's name.

They were also included in the list and became legitimate sons.

Afterwards, the Queen Mother became pregnant and finally gave birth to a son.

All the ministers believed that the late emperor would make the empress dowager's own son the crown prince, but the late emperor decisively made him the Prince of Ning.

Still acknowledge that he is the eldest son.

The strangest thing is that the Queen Mother did not object and listened to the late Emperor wholeheartedly.

He succeeded to the throne smoothly today.

After he succeeded to the throne, perhaps in order to repay his gratitude, he relied on and trusted Prince Ning even more.

On the contrary, she was dissatisfied with the Eighth Prince in every way and was very picky.

The Eighth Prince had no ambitions, so he just wanted to be a leisurely prince.

Wang Rong's eyes turned slightly, not minding adding fuel to the fire: "Your Highness is right. Happy Cake Shop actually sent a woman to participate in the competition. Women are always good at verbal battles."

It means that Qian Fengping is being unreasonable and making unlawful demands.

Jin Yunting frowned and put down his teacup: "Brother Wang, be careful with your words. Don't be a mean person who gossips behind others' backs."

"Hehe, Brother Jin is really protective of his people." Wang Rong's face darkened.

What he hated most was Jin Yunting's arrogant and sanctimonious look.

"It has nothing to do with protecting one's own shortcomings. I can still see right from wrong." Jin Yunting said in a cold voice.

"What, Jin Yunting, are you saying that I can't tell right from wrong?" Wang Rong slammed his palm on the table, his eyes almost spitting fire.

As the eldest son of a prominent family, Wang Rong had long disliked Jin Yunting.

Since he was a child, he has been compared with Jin Yunting.

He is also talented in reading and writing. Jin Yunting has a photographic memory and can apply what he has learned to other situations.

In his dealings with others, Jin Yunting is as old-fashioned as an old scholar, but his classmates just prefer to play with him.

My father often said that the Jin family had a promising son who would make the Jin family prosperous for another three generations.

Damn Qilinzi, he's just a sickly guy who gets out of breath after walking a few steps.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Wansheng picked up the teapot, and the sound of running water came, attracting the attention of several people.

He skillfully brewed three cups of fresh tea, which his servants served to them.

"Master Wang, Master Jin, calm down. Aren't we here today to taste dim sum?"

Wansheng looked at the Eighth Prince who was sitting on the wall watching the scene and said, "Your Highness, the imperial chef from this palace may have a bad temper, but that's okay. As long as the food is good, that's all that matters."

In one sentence, he expressed his position.

The Eighth Prince nodded indifferently, he really didn't care what a royal chef did or whether it was right or wrong.

He took a sip of tea and raised an eyebrow: "Boss Wan's collection of fine tea is no worse than tribute."

"Your Highness, I am really embarrassed by what you said. I just got some tea leaves by chance. It can never be compared with tribute tea." Wansheng spoke modestly, but his face remained calm.

The Eighth Prince curled his lips, thinking he was hypocritical.

It's not like he hasn't drunk tribute tea before, so he was just fooling his royal brother.

The tense atmosphere disappeared, and there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Wansheng said lightly.

Wan Rufeng brought a group of people in and gently introduced the identities of several of them.

Wu Dongjia and Fang Tong and his wife greeted each other one by one.

The Eighth Prince frowned, not knowing what the purpose of bringing a few civilians up was.

Wang Rong glanced at them with a gloomy look and said nothing.

Instead, Jin Yunting stood up and returned the greeting solemnly.

"Master Fang, you are too polite. You and I serve in the same court, and we are colleagues. There is no need for such great courtesy."

Lord Fang?

Several people looked at Fang Tong in surprise.

Jin Yunting introduced with a smile: "This is the traveling agricultural supervisor personally sent by His Majesty—Lord Fang Tongfang."

Fang Tong was a little confused. He first glanced at Wu Dongjia and found that the latter also looked confused.

It seems that he didn't say that.

Fang Tong asked directly: "Hey, Mr. Jin, do you know me?"

"I work at the Ministry of Rites. Coincidentally, I was the one who drafted the imperial edict for the conferment. Also, perhaps Lord Fang doesn't know, but Doctor Fang and I have a doctor-patient relationship, and I've always been grateful for his kindness in treating me."

Jin Yunting behaved gently and modestly.

He became an official through imperial favor two years ago. With his talent and knowledge, it is not impossible for him to take the imperial examination directly.

But my body is not able to support it, and I am afraid I won’t be able to leave the examination room after staying there for a few days.

Although he took the path of imperial favor, he had been famous for his talent since childhood and the emperor valued him very much.

He stayed in the Hanlin Academy for a year and was then assigned to the Ministry of Rites.

On the surface, the Ministry of Rites is the least important of the six ministries, but it is also the one that trains the most talents.

The Ministry of Rites generally presided over sacrifices, receptions for vassal kings, palace banquets, etc., and the people who came and went were all powerful and influential.

It is not easy to arrange everything for them. There can be no mistakes in their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The emperor placed him in the Ministry of Rites to give him experience and also to test him.

You know, Jin Yunting's health cannot tolerate mental exhaustion, but he chose to pursue a career in politics.

The court officials all felt that he would not last long.

Fang Tong thought about it carefully.

His daughter had never been to Beijing and had basically only treated patients in Huai'an Prefecture.

Has this Lord Jin been to Huai'an Prefecture? It seems to be the prefectural capital, where a distinguished guest visited a few years ago.

"Lord Jin, you are too polite. I didn't know which gentlemen were here, so I didn't come to greet them. It's really rude."

Fang Tong didn't know what rank they were, but it was definitely correct for him to call himself a humble official.

Who made him only of the ninth rank, the lowest?

"As for my daughter, she is a doctor. It is her duty to cure illnesses and save lives. Sir Jin does not need to worry about her."

Zhizhi had never mentioned this person, so Fang Tong didn't dare to accept the favor.

Jin Yunting smiled and said nothing more.

In fact, he knew Fang Tong because he checked Fang Nanzhi's house when he was investigating her.

I also saw him once in Jishidiang. Fang Tong took his daughter home and paid special attention to him.

It’s just that neither party said hello, so Fang Tong didn’t know.

It was Wang Rong who looked at Fang Tong seriously for the first time, his brows furrowed.

The Eighth Prince raised his eyelids and asked directly, "Ninth-rank Agricultural Supervisor? Fang Yin's younger brother?"

Ordinary ninth-rank officials, no, even fifth-rank officials from other places, would not be in the eyes of the Eighth Prince, let alone be remembered by him.

But square copper is really special.

First, he is the younger brother of a major general who is currently in the limelight.

It is said that the major general and he depended on each other and had a very deep brotherly relationship.

Second, the position of the ninth-rank agricultural supervisor was a special grant by the emperor.

There was no such official position before.

Fang Tongxian presented new wheat, curved plows, treatments for jaundice, etc., and made great contributions to farming.

Farming is the foundation of the development of the imperial court. The emperor admired Fang Tong very much and felt that it was not easy for an ordinary citizen like him to have such talent and to be loyal to the imperial court and care about the people.

That's why we created this special official position for him.

Especially the word "walk", which gave Fang Tong the right to act freely and without any constraints.

This piece of copper is truly a favor from the emperor.

"It's me, paying my respects to His Majesty." Fang Tong saluted quickly.

I was thinking whether I should kowtow to him, since he was a prince after all.

The Eighth Prince nodded slightly: "No need for formalities."

He turned his gaze to Qian Fengping: "Master Fang, are you in the mood to take your wife to the dim sum competition?"

"Your Highness has misunderstood. It was Madam who brought me to this event. Your Highness, you may not know that my family is poor, but Madam took a fancy to me and chose me as her husband."

"Even after marrying in, life was still difficult. In order to support the children and me as her husband, my wife came up with all kinds of snacks."

"I'm lucky to have met Mr. Wu. My cake business has improved a lot, and my family's life is a little easier."

"I'm ashamed to say that if my wife hadn't shouldered the heavy burden of supporting the family, I wouldn't have been able to devote myself to the fields and tend to them, let alone plant new wheat seeds."