At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

Ye Ning didn't know that the fact that he had come to the Supervisory Office for three consecutive days was in fact always in the eyes of others.

A voice came from a restaurant not far from the Supervision Institute.

"The Yushi-sama has been here for three days in a row."

The man who was talking was a fat middle-aged man with greasy cheeks, dark skin like the bottom of a pot, and a thick beard around his chin. The most terrifying thing was that from his forehead to behind his ears, there was a hideous scar. .

This honor is absolutely ugly.

The faint-hearted will detour when seeing him.

At this moment, he was holding a wine glass, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes that seemed drunk and hazy.

"Why? Moved? I think this adult is someone who can do things? Have you awakened your fighting spirit again?"

A Yin & Yang strange voice sounded.

But it was a skinny old man. He was wearing a black gown, his buttons unbuttoned, revealing two skinny ribs.

Beside him, there is a black box, and one of his hands instinctively presses on the box.

He opened his mouth, revealing a big yellow tooth with two front teeth lame.

"I just heard... This Master Ye has a very good reputation."

The ugly Fatty, known as the "old bull", showed hesitation on his face.

"What's the use of a good reputation? It's not the first day for you to be in officialdom, and there are fewer officials with a good reputation?" The strange old man sneered and said: "It's just the golden jade's external defeat. A person with a good reputation, the darker he starts."

"Even if it takes ten thousand steps, this Master Ye is really a person who can do practical things, what's the use?"

"After entering the Supervisory Yuan, the final result is just to become a waste like us!"

At the end, a strong resentment filled his words.

This resentment seemed to condense into substance, and the people who were eating vegetables in the room stopped moving.

There are different colors in their eyes, numbness, pain, anger, and resentment.

"This world has long been hopeless, and our forgotten wastes can just wait for death in the Supervision Institute!"

A burly man smiled tragically, slammed his neck into a pot of wine, and said with a hiccup.

"Don't talk about Lord Ye, the emperor daddy is here, don't expect daddy to work for him, kill me if he has the ability, anyway, daddy doesn't want to live anyway!"

Puff!

After saying this, he fell off his chair.

It was completely drunk.

"Look at it, Lao Niu, this is the number one catcher in Jiangnan who used to be famous all over the world. What a scenery? Look at the present again..."

The blame old man Jiejie smiled and said.

"We people, Da Zhou doesn't have our place. We should get moldy, smelly, and die in the surveillance yard, and then no one will know until we die. Let's admit our fate!"

The old cow sighed.

He closed his eyes in pain and drank alone.

The glimmer of hope that has just ignited has been extinguished by own colleagues.

The world is so dark that there is no room for light.

That's it.

So be it.

...

Me, a member of the Missy Division.

Disguised as a dumb, under the pseudonym Xuan Xuan, he mixed into Ye Ning's mansion.

Before coming, the steward told me that this Master Ye was different, so that when I get along with him, pay more attention.

I didn't care.

But now I found out that I was wrong. This adult is really weird and I can't guess what he is doing.

The little dumb stared at Ye Ning who was busy in the kitchen.

After he came back, he went into the kitchen, playing with pots and pans, bottles and jars, and didn't know what to mess with.

This process has been going on for a long time.

The little mute squatted on the threshold, with his cheek in his hand, staring blankly at Ye Ning's busy schedule.

Generally speaking, literati are reluctant to enter the kitchen, right?

Literati prefer to chant the wind and make the moon, which is a matter of elegance.

Tossing in the kitchen does not conform to the compulsion of the literati.

But Ye Ning doesn't seem to have this kind of consciousness at all. He is very unassuming. He is called the aunt to his own cook and Huang Shu to the old slave.

Even her newcomer didn't treat her as a maid at all, and treated her as equals when talking.

Such people, let alone today's smoky Great Zhou, even during the Taizu dynasty, I'm afraid there are not many.

She hadn't heard of it anyway.

"It's done!"

The little mute had nothing to do, so he thought about it.

But at this moment, I heard Ye Ning's surprise voice.

"Finish!"

He came out with a jar in his hand, grabbed a handful of shiny things, and stuffed Xuan Xuan in her mouth.

"Try it!"

The little mute opened his mouth subconsciously, and with a stroke of his tongue, a sweetness that he had never felt spread out in his mouth.

She looked down, and the jar Ye Ning was holding was filled with snow-white particles.

"This is...sugar?"

Little mute mouth squirming.

She is not a poor person who has never seen the world. On the contrary, her life conditions are not low in the past.

But she has never eaten such sweet candy.

"This is sugar." Ye Ning wiped a sweat, stuffed the whole jar into her arms, and said, "Take it and eat it."

Ye Ning was an only child in his previous life, and has always envied people with Little Sister in the family.

Although there is no Little Sister in this life, but this little dumb has a pitiful background and looks likable, Ye Ning treats her as a Little Sister.

At the age of fourteen or five years old, it was when he was studying, but at a young age, he endured so much.

He feels distressed.

So white sugar was made.

There is no white sugar in this world. The common people eat raw sugar with a lot of Impurities. The taste is not good, the sweetness is not high, and sand is sometimes eaten.

But just like that, the value of sugar is still extremely high, and it is not affordable for ordinary people.

Ye Ning produced these white sugars after undergoing modern processes such as dissolving, boiling, and refining to Impurities.

"It's a pity, my level is not high, I can't make better things, I can only do this on the whole."

Ye Ning also didn't think the own behavior was so great.

I just want to make something delicious for the poor girl

In previous lives, children like this kind of sugar are not rare to eat. After all, there are too many delicious things, ice cream, chocolate...

"Eat, eat, I'll make it for you when I'm done."

Ye Ning touched her head, turned and left.

Only Xuan Xuan was still sitting on the threshold.

"He has been busy for so long, just to make sugar for me?"

She subconsciously hugged the jar in her arms.

She is knowledgeable, and she knows that once this kind of candy is taken outside, it will inevitably lead to looting from high-ranking officials.

Who has seen sugar as pure as snow?

It is no exaggeration to say that with this hand-made sugar secret recipe, you can make countless money.

But Ye Ning had no such idea at all.

He just wanted something good for the little mute.

The little mute grabbed another hand, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed lightly. A stream of honey poured into her abdomen along her mouth, making her heart sweet.

"It's so sweet."

She whispered in an impenetrable voice.

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Now there are more words, but the flowers, evaluation votes, and the feedback in the book review area are not as good as before. I don’t know if the author didn’t write it well, which disappointed my brothers, but I am really writing things with my heart. If there are any, I’m still reading Brother, can you give me some feedback? Even if you don't vote for anything, you can just say something in the book review area. Really, I panicked a lot.

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