Food on the tip of your tongue

In the end, it was decided that Ren Chongsheng and Qin Yang would cover up Zhang Yonghuan and break in through the main entrance of Prince Qing's mansion together.After the idea was finalized, Ren Chongsheng's expression was still a little hesitant. Zhang Yonghuan's blood boiled at the thought of several people charging with bayonets at the gate of King Qing's mansion, and he urgently urged Qin Yang and Ren Chongsheng: "Go, go, hurry up!" , while eating lunch."

So, the three of them armed and marched towards Prince Qing's mansion.

When Zhang Yonghuan was expecting to be at the gate of Prince Qing's Mansion with full of joy, what greeted them was the shadow of swords and swords, but at the gate of Prince Qing's Mansion, a familiar figure greeted them.

Zhang Yonghuan and Qin Yang stopped together and looked at someone who was smiling at them gently at the gate of Prince Qing's Mansion. Isn't that the gentle and jade-like Mo Wushang, his caring little padded jacket Qianyu, and Wang Dahu and his son selling plasters?

Qian Yu greeted Zhang Yonghuan from a distance: "Young Master Qin, Young Master Zhang, long time no see!"

Ren Chongsheng looked at Zhang Yonghuan and then at Qin Yang with a dull face: "It seems that this time there is no need to draw swords to meet the guards of Prince Qing's Mansion."

Zhang Yonghuan grinned with his head tilted: "Hi, everyone." Afterwards, Zhang Yonghuan and Mo Wushang were generously let into Prince Qing's Mansion by the guards.The inner courtyard of Prince Qing's mansion is deep, with rockery and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions. In the main hall of the mansion, Prince Qing is like a proud peacock playing chess with a handsome middle-aged man slightly older than him while warming up by the fire.

The servants announced Mo Wushang's name, Prince Qing waved his hands calmly and said, "Let them in."

Mo Wushang, Zhang Yonghuan and his party walked neatly into the luxurious hall of the palace.

Prince Qing seemed to have sensed something strange, and after picking up the chess piece, he looked up at Mo Wushang and said softly, "Why did you come here now, Wushang, you missed your appointment..." His eyes were on Zhang Yonghuan's playful and ordinary face On the freeze frame, Prince Qing's face suddenly changed: "Wu Shang! You are too presumptuous."

Mo Wushang quietly cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, calm down."

"Why is Qing'er angry?" The middle-aged handsome uncle's magnetic and pleasant voice was full of interest, and he turned his head to look at Mo Wushang and the others with a smile.

Zhang Yonghuan blinked without blushing and panting, looked at Prince Qing and then at the handsome uncle, bowed and saluted, "Cao Min pays tribute to the prince, the prince is a thousand years old..." Kneeling and kowtowing, his attitude was extremely pious .

Qin Yang raised his proud neck, and pulled Zhang Yonghuan up who was kneeling on the ground.

When Ren Chongsheng's eyes came into contact with the handsome uncle's face, he grimaced as if he was about to face the end of the world, knelt down and shouted: "The sinner sees my emperor, long live, long live, long live..."

As soon as Shanhu came out, everyone was dumbfounded and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Mo Wushang shook his head and smiled, Qian Yu came back to his senses and motioned for Wang Dahu and his son to kneel down and pay respects... Long live, long live, long live.

Zhang Yonghuan stared blankly at the handsome uncle, for a long time... regained his sanity and said to the domineering and amiable emperor, "How are you? Handsome uncle?"

The emperor narrowed his deep and shrewd eyes slightly: "Who is this little brother?" He looked at Prince Qing and asked, "Is he also from Junzitang?"

The corners of Lord Qing's eyes and mouth twitched, and he gave Zhang Yonghuan a cold eye knife in anger, pretending not to know why, and asked Mo Wushang, "Are these Wushang people from the Gentleman's Hall?"

Mo Wushang said truthfully: "Except for the man in white and the father and son beside the grass people, the rest are not members of the gentleman's hall."

Zhang Yonghuan looked at Mo Wushang's eyes that were shining with sly light, cursed bad luck secretly, and could only bite the bullet and said: "Caomin is the young owner of Phoenix Villa who didn't die... Zhang Yonghuan, this cold-faced The handsome guy is my wife, and the lame guy is my bodyguard."

Qin Yang gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes and looked at him: "My lady, huh?"

Ren Chongsheng looked at him aggrievedly: "..." I'm just a firewood seller.

The emperor's face still turned cold, he looked at Zhang Yonghuan carefully and said: "You are Qinghua's son, raise your head and let me take a good look at it."

"I obey." Zhang Yonghuan stepped forward generously, raised his head, and smiled at the emperor Song Yan with a wicked smile, allowing him to watch at will.

The emperor was startled by Zhang Yonghuan's seemingly harmless smile, his pupils shrank slightly, he just sighed and shook his head with a loud laugh, "Interesting, you have no similarities with Qinghua and that Xiliang beauty..."

Zhang Yonghuan said helplessly, "Even if he doesn't look like him, he is still my real father."

Prince Qing's face was already as cold as the ice in the North Pole.

The emperor looked at Zhang Yonghuan thoughtfully, then turned his head to Lord Qing and said, "Qing'er, it's time to prepare dinner."

Prince Qing took the order and summoned the servants to serve dinner.

Zhang Yonghuan and his party stood in the room and watched the servants and maids who brought the food busy.

Mo Wushang had already been invited to the table by Prince Qing to have a meal, and the emperor, who had no airs, began to chat with Prince Qing and Mo Wushang very familiarly.

Zhang Yonghuan sniffed the fragrant food, swallowed his saliva in a hopeless way, looked pitifully at Qianyu who was guarding Mo Wushang, and opened his mouth to pass a silent mouth shape to him: "We can serve the table." Do you want to eat something?"

Qin Yang glanced at the people who had already moved their chopsticks to eat and drink with his dark eyes, called Zhang Yonghuan and said, "Let's go." Turning around, he walked towards the door.

"Don't be presumptuous!" Prince Qing yelled angrily, "Is Qing Prince's Mansion a street market that allows you to come and go as you please?"

Qin Yang sneered, and the long sword in his hand was about to be unsheathed: "What is the prince's intention? Could it be that we are here to appreciate the emperor and the prince's love for each other?"

Emperor Song Yan frowned in displeasure: "You are the young master's wife?" He glanced at Zhang Yonghuan and asked, "Really?"

Qin Yang was in distress, and said in a deep voice, "Exactly."

Zhang Yonghuan bared his teeth and made a V sign to the emperor: "Daughter-in-law, you are so handsome!" he patted Qin Yang's ass and teased him.

Seeing this, the emperor laughed loudly: "Come on, give me a seat, I want to have fun with the people in Prince Qing's Mansion today."

Prince Qing looked at the emperor in shock: "Brother Huang..."

Zhang Yonghuan, Qin Yang and others also looked at the emperor in surprise, wondering what the calm and gentle emperor was thinking...

39, cheating to the extreme

When he was on the table, Zhang Yonghuan would grab the delicious food on the table right and left and put it in his own bowl. He wished he could stuff all the food on the table into his mouth to enjoy himself. When he did this when he was a child, his parents would greet him. The punishment of hitting him on the head with chopsticks: "If you don't eat well, what can you do when you grow up? You're just a foodie."

At that time, Zhang Yonghuan would still refute his parents with a blushing neck. After so many years, Zhang Yonghuan remembered the scene at that time and had to admire the folk saying that three years old and old are absolutely reliable and I have to admire his parents' ability to predict him at that time.

The emperor and Prince Qing who were on the side were shocked by Zhang Yonghuan's exaggerated popularity. Emperor Song Yan finally couldn't stand it and said: "But these days, have you never had enough food?"

"Hmm...ah!" Zhang Yonghuan nodded to Songyan with a hippie smile, puffing his cheeks stuffed with food, "Hungry."

Qin Yang blew the hot soup in front of him cold and put it in front of Zhang Yonghuan, "Eat slowly, no one will grab it for you."

Zhang Yonghuan nodded, and said inarticulately: "My daughter-in-law is the most considerate."

The corner of Qin Yang's mouth twitched.

The emperor and Prince Qing put down their chopsticks at the same time, probably full.

Zhang Yonghuan looked at the remaining dishes on the table, and asked a lot: "Is this enough, you two?"

Prince Qing's face was cloudy like the day before a thunderstorm, "I'm full."

The emperor also nodded symbolically at him.Fu asked again: "I heard that you opened a small restaurant somewhere in Tongguan?"

"Hmm." Zhang Yonghuan put the food in his mouth, tasted the three-flavored shrimp and said, "This shrimp is not fresh, my lord, it has been transported from the south for a long time!"

"You..." Prince Qing's complexion changed drastically, and he was furious: "You still know this?"

Zhang Yonghuan wiped his oily mouth and said, "You can't get tired of food, but you can't get tired of fine food. You have to cook something with a fresh taste when you eat something from the sea. Only the taste and taste can be extremely delicious."

The emperor was surprised, stunned for a moment and asked again: "Where is the essence of food?"

"Gourmet food, as the name suggests, is delicious food, ordinary snacks sold in cheap streets and alleys, expensive and exquisite delicacies from mountains and seas, rich and poor eat it, poor and poor eat it, common people have their own way of eating, officials have their own way of eating The way of eating, of course...the royal meal also has the way of eating the royal meal. The food is the most important thing for the people. If you eat delicacies from mountains and seas every day, you will have a disgusting day. If you eat coarse grains and miscellaneous foods every day, it will be quite boring. The best way is to match food and vegetables in a reasonable way, so as not to be disgusted or too boring." Zhang Yonghuan talked calmly and said: "It's like a beggar on the street. Now he eats a white noodle To him, steamed buns are an extremely delicious delicacy. Do you want to eat... To put it bluntly, the key is to be hungry. Some fixed food styles have gradually formed in the torrent of history. The food culture can be classified from multiple perspectives such as age and techniques, region and economy, ethnicity and religion, food and utensils, consumption and levels, folk customs and functions, etc. They reflect different cultural tastes and reflect different use values, which can be described as colorful.”

After speaking, both the emperor and Prince Qing looked at Zhang Yonghuan with admiration, the emperor said with a slight smile on his lips, "You want to participate