The Great Tang Dynasty: The Celestial Master Descends the Mountain, Starts by Being Deceived into Ma

Drink it every day?

Drinking it every day will make you fat, and too much sugar may even cause diabetes.

"It's okay to drink it occasionally, but drinking too much is bad for your health."

"Cough cough cough, what did you say!" Lu Jinghe had barely finished speaking when Gao Yang heard Li Chunfeng cough after being choked.

Li Chunfeng looked at Lu Jinghe with some excitement and said, "Is this poison? It's bad for your health!"

In just a short while, he had already drunk two glasses of wine, and hadn't even eaten a single bite of food.

"Hahaha, Li Chunfeng, you're going to kill me with laughter!" Lu Jinghe was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "It's not that scary, there's just too much sugar in it."

"Drinking it normally is fine, but you can't drink it every day."

"Why?" Gao Yang asked, puzzled. "Isn't sugar a good thing? I rarely get to eat it even in the palace."

"Sugar is a good thing, but eating too much can lead to obesity."

"Oh? Then I'd better drink less..." Gao Yang said with some regret. She was very satisfied with her figure; she was so beautiful.

She would regret it to death if she got fat from drinking milk tea and ended up like Li Tai.

"That's the key point..." Lu Jinghe flicked Gao Yang's head and laughed, "Being overweight increases the burden on the body and is a cause of many diseases."

"Is that so? I understand." Li Chunfeng's eyes lit up, and he downed another cup of milk tea.

"In other words, drinking this won't directly affect your health, it just makes you gain weight easily, but as long as you don't gain weight, you can drink it as much as you want, right?"

"Pretty much." Lu Jinghe couldn't find much fault with Li Chunfeng's theory, so he nodded in affirmation.

Upon seeing this, Li Chunfeng quickly said, "You brewed this tea with milk, didn't you? And this tea is quite unusual; it's very different from the tea we usually drink."

"Yes, I used roasted tea." Lu Jinghe nodded and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

After a while, Lu Jinghe came over with several boxes of tea. "These include black tea, Longjing tea, Biluochun tea, and Tieguanyin tea. These are all for you."

"You can soak it directly in water, or boil it with milk to make milk tea."

"The taste won't be bad."

Seeing Li Chunfeng about to get up to thank him, Lu Jinghe quickly waved his hand, "No need to thank me, just eat. Can you get full just by drinking milk tea? Why don't you try my cooking?"

"Haha, that's true." Li Chunfeng smiled and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork.

Instead of picking up the boiled pork slices he had been craving for a long time, he followed Gao Yang and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork.

Yes, Gao Yang had already taken a second piece of sweet and sour pork while Lu Jinghe and Li Chunfeng were chatting.

Look at how bright her eyes are, it must taste delicious.

Li Chunfeng couldn't resist any longer. He decided to try it first and save the boiled pork slices for last.

The moment the sweet and sour pork entered his mouth, Li Chunfeng squinted his eyes, his face filled with a satisfied and happy feeling.

Crispy! Crunchy! The sweet and sour sauce exploded in his mouth, stimulating his taste buds.

The meat slices were cut just right, with a crispy but not greasy outer coating and tender, juicy meat inside.

This was simply the most delicious dish he had ever eaten in his life.

As for the delicious roast chicken brought from the imperial kitchen?

In Li Chunfeng's eyes, it no longer deserves the word "delicious"; it can only be called roast chicken.

"How is this made?" Li Chunfeng asked, his words muffled, before he could even swallow the first piece, his chopsticks already reaching for the second.

"A secret recipe." Lu Jinghe chuckled, picking up a piece for himself as well.

"Here, try this." After finishing the piece of sweet and sour pork, Lu Jinghe reached for the porcelain bowl containing boiled pork slices with his chopsticks.

He picked up a piece and put it in Gao Yang's bowl.

Gao Yang shoveled some rice into his mouth shyly and said, "Actually, you don't need to serve me any. I can eat by myself... You... Look at Qingwu, she doesn't need anyone to serve her any rice."

"Huh?"

Qingwu pouted, looking just like a big hamster with its mouth puffed out on both sides.

Qingwu couldn't understand why she was involved when the two of them were passing food to each other.

She looked up for a while, but seeing that neither of them intended to say anything to her, she continued to eat her rice with her head down.

"It's different. You're my future wife." Lu Jinghe refilled Gao Yang's cup with milk tea. "If I'm not good to you, who else should I be good to?"

"Then...then I'll get you some too." Gao Yang blushed and reached out to pick up several slices of boiled pork and put them into Lu Jinghe's bowl.

"Try it, it might be a little spicy, see if you like it."

Lu Jinghe looked at Gao Yang with a smile. Before he transmigrated, Gao Yang had only ever cooked for himself.

This was the first time anyone had eaten his cooking, and watching them eat it made Lu Jinghe feel very satisfied.

Gao Yang obediently ate the meat slices soaked in broth. The spicy and savory flavor of the meat slices instantly assaulted her taste buds.

The numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns, the spiciness of chili peppers, and the pungency of minced garlic are all perfectly combined. Add to that the tender slices of meat coated in starch and soaked in the broth, and Gao Yang found this meal quite satisfying.

Seeing how much Gao Yang was enjoying his meal, Qingwu also shifted her focus away from the sweet and sour pork and candied sweet potatoes.

She quietly picked up a few slices of meat and ate them quietly, without making a sound.

Unlike Li Chunfeng, who would exclaim after every bite of food, "How much can I eat like this?"

"Grand Historian, what an idiot! Instead of enjoying this delicious food, why are you standing there making comments? Let him starve!"

It's all this person's fault that Her Highness the Princess came here to give herself away. Although Her Highness the Princess is very satisfied with Lu Jinghe, and she is also very satisfied, it doesn't mean that she has no complaints about Li Chunfeng.

Hmph, let you starve! We'll eat all the food, then you can judge for yourself!

Qingwu transformed her grief and anger into a voracious appetite, devouring the vegetables.

For a moment, the only sounds in the house were the dripping of bowls and chopsticks and the sounds of chewing.

Li Chunfeng ate until he was sweating profusely, but he couldn't bear to stop eating.

He noticed that Gao Yang's little maid seemed to be at odds with him; whichever dish he focused his gaze on, the little girl would grab it before he could.

This instantly ignited his fighting spirit. Completely disregarding the Grand Historian's dignity, he fought with Qingwu like a demon.

Gao Yang, on the other hand, was much more elegant, taking his time and occasionally serving Lu Jinghe some food.

Gao Yang took a sip of milk tea, felt the tingling sensation on his tongue, and said, "This spicy flavor is so delicious."

"Can't stand the spiciness anymore?" Lu Jinghe poured Gao Yang a full glass of the herbal tea he had just made during his spare time and asked.

"It's alright." Gao Yang sniffed, saying it was alright, but actually his nose was already running from the spiciness.

Even if you're pretending, you have to pretend you're not afraid of spicy food. Didn't you see Taishi Ling and Qing Wu inexplicably competing, especially over the dish of boiled pork slices?

They're both fine, so how could she, the princess, show weakness? Impossible!

Gao Yang, Gao Yang, the proud sun, would she be afraid? Especially in front of the man she loves? How could she be!

The four of them devoured the food in a flash, and soon only a few empty plates and a cold, delicious roast chicken remained on the table.

"Old Lu, if you ask me, with your skills, you could open a restaurant and become the richest man in the world," Li Chunfeng said with a smile, putting his arm around Lu Jinghe's neck.

A restaurant? That's not out of the question, but I definitely can't run it myself. How about finding an opportunity to bring Li Er on board? He's short of money anyway.

"Forget it, I don't have that idea." Lu Jinghe shook his head, already thinking about how to get his good father-in-law to join him.

"Cooking is just a hobby; it's no fun if you make a living from it."

"Then... will I still be able to eat it in the future?" Gao Yang interjected, her voice very soft.

"Of course, you're my future wife, and since we're family, you'll definitely get to eat my cooking."

"But, but as the ancients said: A wise man keeps away from the kitchen."

"I'm not a gentleman," Lu Jinghe replied indifferently. He was a Taoist priest, not a gentleman.

What gentleman could win a game of chess with a young girl and make her his wife?

Li Chunfeng stroked his beard, a satisfied smile on his face, increasingly pleased with himself for bringing the couple together.

After finishing their meal, the group chatted, and Qingwu took on the task of clearing away the dishes. Lu Jinghe was happy to have some free time and leaned back on the sofa.

"It's getting late, so I'll be leaving now. Your Highness, you may stay here if you wish. I'll go and communicate with His Majesty."

"Alright, I'll be going now. You can heat up this delicious roast chicken for breakfast tomorrow morning."

"No need to see me off. It's getting late, you should get some rest. I'll be going now."

Li Chunfeng stopped Lu Jinghe, who was about to see someone off, slammed the door shut, and ran away.

Lu Jinghe casually sensed it and retorted, "Is Li Chunfeng out of his mind? He won't let me deliver it just so he can steal two of my glass lamps?"

Lu Jinghe was speechless. Losing two glass lamps in the yard wouldn't make much of a difference. If you want them, just say so.

And didn't he just say he could give him two? Doesn't he seem like someone who doesn't keep his word?