Nothing but good looking

"Daddy, Daddy." Wang Lin called Daddy in a low voice, and moved to Wang Lang's side.

Wang Lang's hair was still slightly damp after washing, "Why isn't our family Ah Lin falling asleep?"

"Daddy, what are you doing with that person?" Wang Lin was a little curious.

"He asked the doctor to boil a very bitter medicine for me." Wang Lang showed a distressed expression.

"But Daddy still likes him the most." Little Wang Lin sighed, "You adults are really hard to understand."

Wang Lang laughed out loud, "Hurry up and go to bed, it's getting late. Let's go fly a kite tomorrow, shall we? Then we'll visit the palace. We haven't visited the palace yet."

"There is nothing interesting in the Wangfu." But Wang Lin immediately fell asleep and said: "Then Daddy, you can't sleep late."

Wang Lang nodded in agreement, watched Wang Lin fall asleep, gently hugged the sleeping Wang Lin aside, tiptoed off the bed, and walked to Wang Min's bed with his slippers.

Wang Min opened his eyes in the curtain, Wang Lang lifted the curtain, walked to Wang Min's side, and closed his eyes in peace.

It was his first good night's sleep in three years.

As soon as Wang Lang opened his eyes, Wang Lin was sitting on the small stool beside the bed, propping his cheeks with both hands, bored, when he saw Wang Lang wake up, his eyes lit up, "Daddy."

"Why do you get up so early?"

Wang Lin wore a beige-colored half-sleeve, and Wang Lang suddenly wanted to eat apricots.

"Daddy is lazy." Wang Lin pointed out that what Wang Lang said didn't count. "Yesterday we made an appointment not to sleep in."

"But sometimes everyone wants to sleep in." Wang Lang sat up and scratched Wang Lin's itch. Wang Lin giggled, showing his teeth the size of rice grains.

After arguing for a while, Wang Lang hugged Wang Lin on his lap, "Daddy is so hungry, how about going to fly the kite after eating?"

Wang Lin nodded.

Wang Min doesn't have any special hobbies, and the same goes for food.

But the chef in the mansion can cook a good meal.

Youzhou cuisine is made rough, and even the meat is cut big and thick. The fat pork belly is fried tofu. The pork belly is not greasy. The tofu is cut into slices and fried on both sides until golden. Serve with sauce, go with rice extremely.

However, Wang Lang could only tell that the meat was a bit chewy, and the tofu was soft, but seeing how Wang Lin was eating, it must be delicious.

Wang Lang smiled and watched Wang Lin and Wang Min eating.

Wang Min ate with big mouthfuls, eating very deliciously, but his movements were gentle.

Wang Lin was already proficient in using chopsticks, but sometimes the rice would still be spilled, Wang Lang didn't say a word, his cheeks were greasy as he let him eat, and he would clean up after he finished eating.

A roasted whole chicken was placed in the middle of the dining table. The whole chicken was shiny and fragrant, and there was a small knife beside it.

There is no side dish in a tomato stewed beef, and a large bowl is full of cut beef.

The fried glutinous rice cakes are sprinkled with a layer of soybean flour and served in small white dishes.

All the buns are as big as Wang Lin's face, and there are various fillings. The kitchen said they made crab roe, fresh meat, brown sugar, white sugar, and vegetarian dishes.

A stir-fried bamboo leaf vegetable filled the whole plate and piled it high.

The soup was pork ribs with yam boiled with mung beans. Wang Lang couldn't taste the taste of the mung beans.

In front of the three of them was a large bowl of white rice.

This is just breakfast.

During the period of Wang Lang's illness, he ate all kinds of soups, all kinds of porridge and all kinds of soups with bread, and he hadn't eaten at the same table with Wang Min.

It seemed that Wang Lin was already used to eating like this. In the past, Wang Lang would cook porridge or noodles.

But looking at this meal, it is definitely not something the three of them can finish.

Wang Lang only moved his chopsticks a little with each dish. Wang Min washed his hands and tore off the two legs of the whole roasted chicken, and handed one to Wang Lin and the other to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang shook his head, "I can't eat it." He really couldn't eat it, and he would force himself to swallow it before, but in front of Wang Min, Wang Lang would never eat it if he didn't want to eat it.

Wang Min didn't force it, and started eating chicken drumsticks.

Wang Min has always been a picky eater, but now he is not so picky, and he has become that picky eater.Wang Lang put down the bowl and chopsticks, and watched them eat with a smile.

After eating and rinsing his mouth, a maidservant brought a bowl of medicine, the medicine was lukewarm, and the bitter taste could be smelled before taking it.

Wang Lang held his breath, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, maybe because he couldn't taste the taste, even the bitterness, and he didn't think it was too bitter.

Wang Min stuffed the prepared winter melon candy into Wang Lang's mouth, the winter melon candy was extremely sweet.

Wang Lang felt a hint of sweetness for a long time.

Wang Min went to work, so Wang Lang took Wang Min to fly a kite and visit Pingwang Mansion.

Wang Lang didn't intend to ask what Wang Min was up to, and Wang Min didn't ask him what was going on with Chen Liu either.

But flying a kite is indeed a difficult task!

Wang Lang confirmed this, no matter what he couldn't put the kite into the sky safely, it was a kite given to them by the mountain people when they lived in Jialan Temple.

After Wang Lang was brought to Prince Ping's Mansion by Wang Min, he hadn't returned to Jialan Temple, but Wang Min had already sent someone to fetch all his belongings.

There is this owl kite in it.

Wang Lang was clumsy, the owl just flew into the air, and then fell headfirst onto a tree branch.

Wang Lin looked distressed, "Daddy, Daddy, we have to find a way to make it fly."

They flew the kite in Wang Min's courtyard, but after running a few laps, Wang Lang gasped for breath, but when he saw Wang Lin, Wang Lang wanted to fly the kite very much.

Follow the wind and let the line slowly, the owl kite rises little by little, and the kite becomes a small dot in the air.

Wang Lang held the handle with the end of the kite string in his hand, and Wang Lin looked at the kite in the sky with wide eyes.

Now is not a good time to fly a kite. First, it is too hot. Wang Lang is sweating, and Wang Lin's face is flushed. Second, the wind is not good enough. After the Dragon Boat Festival, the wind will become strange, sometimes very strong. Sometimes very small.

Tomb-sweeping day is the time to fly kites.

Willow green, fly a kite.

At that time, the weather was fine and windy, but they were still on their way at that time, and they didn't have the leisure to fly the kite.

Wang Lang slowly took the kite back, "We'll fly it again next year, and now we're going to drink mung bean soup."

Holding the kite in one hand and hugging Wang Lin in the other, Wang Lin gradually grew up, and Wang Lang couldn't hold it anymore.

When Wang Lang told the maid who was waiting on the side to go to the kitchen, the maid was taken aback.

"I'm afraid the kitchen will stain the gentleman's robes." The maid advised cautiously.

Although Wang Lang is currently living in Youzhou Prince's Mansion, Wang Min has already ordered him to go out of the mansion if he is disrespectful.

Wang Min has a cold personality, but he is not a difficult host to serve. Moreover, the Youzhou Palace is not strict, and treats people very generously.

Wang Lang didn't care if his robe would be dirty, he motioned for the maid to lead the way, although his expression was gentle, but it concealed the majesty of the superior.

Wang Lang has always been gentle and soft in front of Wang Min, but after all, he is a celebrity in front of Emperor Yongyuan. If he doesn't show his aura, there will always be people who like it, so he will always unconsciously put on a posture in front of outsiders.

The kitchen of the Wangfu is much larger than that of the Jialan Temple, and the tools are much more complete.

Mung bean cakes are being made in the kitchen. There are various shapes inside, and the people in the kitchen are busy.

Wang Lang stood outside the door, and the people in the kitchen stopped to salute Wang Lang, probably because they didn't know Wang Lang's specific address, so they shouted in various ways.

The maid secretly glanced at Wang Lang's face. Wang Lang's facial features were like jade, with a smile in his eyes, and he didn't care about the situation in front of him.

Wang Lang put down Wang Lin, "I want to make mung bean soup for my children, so everyone should do their own work."

Having said that, the people in the kitchen were still cramped. Wang Lang put Wang Lin on the small bench farthest from the stove and sat there. Mung bean soup is not difficult to cook, the main thing is to be patient.

At the beginning, add enough water and sugar. After repeated boiling, check whether the mung beans are blooming. The cooked mung bean soup is clear.

But very hot.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather became hotter and hotter, but it wasn't enough to drink iced drinks. Wang Lang didn't ask people to put the mung bean soup into the ice cup, but let it cool naturally.

The people in the kitchen were working with their hands, but their eyes unconsciously glanced at Wang Lang who was sitting beside him.

Wang Lin drank the still-warm mung bean soup with a spoon, and the kitchen staff brought over a plate of freshly made mung bean cakes.Mung bean cake is made into the shape of blooming and rich. It tastes refreshing, neither too greasy nor too dry.

Wang Lin ate two pieces, one of which was filled with red beans.

Wang Lang couldn't help laughing, Chen Liu didn't do this, and he would never wrap mung bean cakes with red bean stuffing, but he quite liked this way.

Wang Lin had enough to eat and drink, so Wang Lang took him by the hand to visit Prince Ping's Mansion.

Prince Ping's Mansion is a wooden building, similar in design to Chen Liu's palace.Prince Ping's mansion is very large, Wang Lang and Wang Lin live in Wang Min's Zhaoming Palace, and the other palaces are empty.

Wang Min has not yet married a wife, so the place where the princess and side concubine live is very desolate.

Although it was desolate, the princess's palace was beautifully built. Although no one lived in it for a long time, it was still cleaned up.

As soon as he went back, someone brought the medicine. Wang Lin took a peek at the black and smeared medicine. He frowned when he smelled it, but his father still drank it without saying a word.

After drinking the medicine, Wang Lang just rinsed his mouth, as if the pain was gone.

When Wang Min came back, Wang Lin was already asleep, and Wang Lang was not asleep yet. He was copying scriptures.

There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and Wang Lang copied them very carefully. He didn't notice when Wang Min came in. It was Wang Lang who cut the lamps and candles, and Wang Lang came back to his senses.

Wang Min reached out and took the page of Buddhist scriptures that Wang Lang was copying. The lower script was smart and graceful, not Wang Lang's previous handwriting.Wang Min put down the paper in silence, motioning for Wang Lang to stretch out his hand.

Wang Lang didn't understand the meaning, but he still stretched out his hand, and he would obey whatever the person in front of him wanted.

Wang Min just squeezed his wrist, "Eat something with me."

The eight-treasure sweet porridge that Wang Min ate at night was the food that Wang Min didn't like the least, and he doesn't seem to like it now. He ate cold noodles with cucumber shreds, peanuts, and chili vinegar.

Wang Lang couldn't perceive the sweetness, but he could taste the softness of the eight-treasure porridge.

There is a small plate of pickled radishes, crunchy.

After Wang Min ate the noodles and rinsed his mouth, Wang Lang was still eating his eight-treasure porridge slowly, and Wang Min watched him eat patiently with his chin resting.

After Wang Lang finished his last bite, he leaned over and kissed him.

It can also be regarded as a reward for yourself.