A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 35 Don’t even think about getting any benefits

The Eight Kings, this title is awesome.

Zhao Yuanyan, the eighth son of Emperor Taizong.

"...Emperor Taizong loved him the most at that time. If Emperor Taizong hadn't left when he was underage, who would have taken the throne?"

Zhao Zhongzhen talked about the royal secrets without any taboos, while Yang Mo beside him had coughed and signaled many times to no avail.

Shen An said a little tangledly: "Don't talk about these things, I can find out."

Zhao Yuanyan is known as the Eight Great Kings among the people, and this name can stop children from crying at night, which shows how majestic he was back then.

But Zhao Zhongzhen pretended not to hear and continued: "After he left, it was Yunliang. Yunliang knew that his family was feared and disliked by the officials, so he pretended to be crazy every day, sleeping during the day and having fun at night... This man is a lunatic."

"It's just a habit."

Reversing one's biological clock is nothing unusual, but it seems very out of place in this era.

As for the many rumors about the Eight Kings, and even the past life gossip about the civet cat replacing the prince, Shen An felt that it was a bit unreliable.

It's just that Zhao Yunliang suddenly started cooking, which is a bit out of character no matter how you look at it!

Even though the dignified Prince's Mansion is a little under suspicion, life is not bad.

Did Zhao Yunliang eat too much to hold himself up?

"He likes to have banquets and good food."

Zhao Zhongzhen solved the mystery, and Shen An asked: "Then why doesn't he go get a cook to take home?"

"He never plays by the rules."

Zhao Zhongzhen came running in one breath and continued talking, so he was a little breathless.

Shen An asked someone to get him boiled water, but Zhao Zhongzhen only said he wanted tea.

"Snapped!"

Shen An slapped him again out of habit, causing Yang Mo's face to wrinkle into a chrysanthemum.

"Then Mao Da must have gained a lot of benefits, which shows that your uncle still has some sense of propriety in doing things, otherwise Bao Zheng would have gone crazy just now."

Zhao Zhongzhen said with some worry: "I, Weng Weng, said this is just a trivial matter, just for fun."

"It's a small thing."

Shen An didn't think this was a big deal: "It has no impact on the vendors in Zhouqiao Night Market, and it has no impact on Fan Lou, but they are impatient... Also, the county prince is not a fool. He did it out of nowhere. Do you think you are cooking for yourself?"

Zhao Zhongzhen thought about it carefully, and Guoguo ran over from behind and shouted: "Brother, brother..."

"What are you doing?"

Shen An turned around and saw Guoguo happily saying, "Huahua caught the mouse!"

In her hand, a dead little mouse still had its eyes open.

Huahua came running to express his merits.

This is a dog trying to meddle with a mouse!

Shen An said angrily: "Get hot water, no, bring wine."

Guo Guo was frightened, and Shen An regretted it, so he forced a smile and said, "The mice are very dirty and have diseases on their bodies. I am afraid that Guo Guo will get sick."

Looking back, Shen An said angrily: "Everyone wants to get benefits from me, but I let them get nothing!"

Zhao Zhongzhen returned home quickly and found his grandfather.

"Weng Weng, Weng Weng."

Zhao Yunrang was napping. When he heard the sound, he opened his eyes and said, "What are Zhong Zhen doing in such a hurry?"

Zhao Zhongzhen ran in, saluted and said: "Weng Weng, Shen An said that we should have a cook..."

Zhao Yun gave in, then lowered his eyes and said, "Then go."

Zhao Zhongzhen ran away after getting permission.

Zhao Yunrang watched his grandson disappear outside, coughed dryly, and said, "Then Shen An still knows some friendship, so let it go."

The servant behind him whispered: "Yes."

Zhao Yunrang started to take a nap again.

The spring breeze gradually warmed and blew his white hair.

"Zhao Yunliang has the same problem as his father. He likes playing music, but he pretends to be indifferent to fame and wealth. But not many people can see through his intentions this time. Then Shen An... Zhong Zhen, let's leave it alone for now, and let's look at it later ."

"yes."

The spring breeze brings warmth, and Shen An has a cook at home.

The cook was often beaten and scolded by Shen An, but he made rapid progress.

Zhao Zhongzhen would come every day and try the dishes cooked by the chef.

Zhao Yunliang is still confused day and night.

The ten merchants in Fanlou still count money every day until their hands cramp.

"how's it going?"

Every day, the merchants would come to a private place and watch a few cooks cutting or cooking vegetables.

"Excellent, the ones in the palace are incomparable to them."

"That's it!"

The merchants looked at each other and the leader said: "Every one of you should also know about this, so don't argue about precedence. As long as we are the chefs in the palace, who can shake our position in Fan Lou in the future?"

Another person said: "This Fan Building is the most luxurious place in Bianliang, but it is not our place after all. If we send the cook in this time, we will be safe in the future."

Everyone was happy for a while, and Chen Bin said: "Fan Lou is just a small matter. The people behind you probably want to use this to show off to the officials."

A merchant laughed dryly and said: "In short, it's a good thing to kill two birds with one stone. The county king robbed a hawker... we can't fall behind!"

Everyone agreed for a while, and then someone went to inquire about the news.

The news that came later was a headache.

"The cook over there has already gone out."

"Hurry up, he's just a hawker over there. How can the food he cooks be better than ours? Hurry up."

This matter had already been discussed with the emperor, so everyone hurried outside the palace.

The three cooks stood there with their heads held high, as if they were going to war.

Outside the left door, a group of businessmen were waiting. Opposite is the steward of the County Prince's Mansion.

When footsteps came from inside, they all bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

The footsteps were a little messy, and the merchants buried their heads lower.

If the emperor has no son, what will happen in the future?

Everyone is speculating and don’t want to miss any opportunity.

It's no secret that officials like delicious food, so this can be regarded as a good choice.

"Why did you come out?"

The steward of the county prince's palace opposite asked in surprise.

The merchants looked up and saw a man standing in front of the steward with his head lowered. He said in frustration: "There is a cook in the palace, and the officials like the cooked dishes very much."

Grass!

The merchants were also dumbfounded.

Someone said: "Our chefs are carefully trained! I dare say they are the best in Bianliang City. No one can compare with them."

The waiter who sent the cook out said with a smile: "The cooks in Fanlou are naturally the best..."

The merchants breathed a sigh of relief and felt that this matter had great potential.

The chamberlain continued: "It's just that the one in the palace is better."

"impossible!"

Some merchants said in a glum tone: "Fanlou is the only one in Bianliang City that sells stir-fries. Those vendors are just doing small business. How can they compare with our cooks?"

The waiter glanced at them and said with a smile: "Indeed, but you didn't make the cooking, right?"

He casually cupped his hands and turned around to enter the palace.

A group of merchants looked at each other, then turned ashen.

"We actually forgot Shen An..."

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