The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"Mother, daddy... see what delicious food I brought for you and daddy?"

"Oh, what is it delicious, come and try it for daddy..."

"Hey, this taste is really good, you can try Guanyin Maid."

"Well, the fragrant glutinous rice is smooth and tender, and the chicken actually has a light fragrance."

"Yes, yes, my husband also feels that there is a delicate fragrance, and it feels like he smells the fragrance of lotus leaves."

"Lotus leaf?!"

"My mother is so amazing, yes, yes, this is wrapped in lotus leaves and baked."

"Hehe...Xiao Sizi, where did these lotus leaves come from?"

"My brother Cheng San and I went to the lotus garden to pick them."

"...Sure enough, Cheng! Old! Three!"

"Daddy, mother, what's the matter with you? Your face is so scary."

"It's okay, Dad is okay..."

"Oh, come, dad, I will feed you... mother, I will feed you..."

"...Daughter-in-law, eat slowly, the old man is a little tired, so you have to go back first, Xiao Sizi, grandpa will come and see you tomorrow."

"..."

"Zhao Kun, tell Laosan Cheng that the kid should dare to get closer to the Lotus Garden, and the old man interrupted his leg."

"promise!"

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In a few days...

"Father, mother, I'll bring you delicious food again."

Li Mingda, who hopped over, seemed to want to pull grandfather Li Yuan over. Li Yuan shook his head with a smile and declined, with a ghostly posture in his heart.

This made the Empress Longsun and Li Shimin, who had just returned from outside the palace to enjoy the scenery, were slightly shocked and looked at each other.

"That kid, did you visit the lotus garden again?" Li Shimin smashed his mouth, his face turned dark.

The virtuous and virtuous queen of the eldest grandson, at this moment, the smooth and clean forehead is also looming.

At this time, Li Mingda had come to the front, and Li Yuan finally stabilized the posture of the elders. Don't be afraid, it has nothing to do with the old man anyway.

"Xiao Sizi, tell Dad, did you go to the lotus garden to pick lotus leaves again today?"

Li Shimin stretched out his hand and hugged Li Mingda in his arms, lightly scratched her cute little face, and began to tap on the side.

"No, what I cooked today is not a beggar chicken, it's another delicious thing."

Li Mingda's small face, which was originally a fat baby, has become more and more rounded and lovely these days, and his face is full of red.

"Oh, that mother must taste it well." Empress Changsun breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't continue to pound her favorite lotus.

Embracing Li Mingda, walked into the Palace of the Imperial Palace, and as Li Mingda greeted him, the **** carrying the food box quickly stepped forward.

From the food box, he took out two plates of gray, one-inch-thin bamboo tubes that had been burned by the fire.

"Ah? This, this..." Li Shimin and Empress Changsun looked at the bamboo tubes with stunned faces.

"!!!" Li Shimin's whole body is not good. This is really not a lotus leaf...

But it feels a lot like the beautiful clusters of Mozhu near the Great Hall.

"This is, roasted bamboo?" Empress Changsun saw her husband's black face, raised her hand and gently patted her husband's arm.

Poor husband, um... What kind of brain is that stinky boy Cheng Saburo?

First, I picked the lotus leaves I liked, and then I went to chop the bamboo that my husband liked.

"No, Brother Cheng San said it's called bamboo rice, it's fragrant, dad, mother, you guys have a try..."

"Ha ha ha... Cheng Lao San, well... well, taste! Taste! No! Wrong!"

"Daddy, why do you like to bite your teeth when you talk?"

"Yes, hahaha... it must be Xiao Sizi, you read it wrong, wait a minute, daddy has something..."

Li Shimin walked to the door of the hall with a dark face and took a few deep breaths of fresh air before summoning Zhao Kun.

"Go, tell Cheng Saburo that **** boy, he dare to touch the grass and trees in this palace, I can't kill him."

Seeing your Majesty's murderous aura, his anger was extremely corrupt.

Zhao Kun tried his best to maintain a serious expression, and walked away awe-inspiringly.

This Cheng's youngest, why don't you know An Sheng An Sheng?

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The bamboo rice is really delicious. The tribute rice from the south of the Yangtze River is used, and it is also mixed with ham, and bowl of beans...

Not only the fragrance of rice, the strong fragrance of ham, but also the unique fragrance of bamboo, mixed together, people can't help but want to take a few more mouthfuls.

Cheng Chubi patted his stomach and looked at the bamboo tubes scattered all over the floor, exhilarating.

Cheng Liang straightened his belly, looked at the five or six bamboo tubes left on the case table, and shook his head regretfully.

"My son, this stuff is really delicious, but unfortunately I have eaten it. Alas, I didn't expect the rice from the south to be quite delicious."

"Young Master, it seems that General Zhao Kun Zhao is here." Cheng Guang pointed to the entrance of Qingyou Pavilion and reminded.

Cheng Chubi had to stand up. This uncle with a hair-faced face was the head of Uncle Li's bodyguard, and he couldn't afford it.

Zhao Kun walked to the front quickly, and when he saw Cheng Chubi bowing to him, he was actually full.

Looking at the scattered bamboo pieces in front of the case table, as well as the thin bamboo branches and leaves that have not been cleaned up.

Zhao Kun also gave Cheng Chubi a thumbs up with convincing expression on his face.

"Oh, Cheng Saburo, you are really capable. A few days ago, I just picked a lot of my favorite lotus leaves."

"Today, I have cut a lot of bamboo that your Majesty likes."

"Your Majesty likes bamboo?" Cheng Chubi heard this, and looked at the scattered bamboo pieces in that place, a big trough lay in his heart.

"No one told me, if I know, I definitely can't cut it."

"...Hey, your Majesty asked Zhao to come over and give you a message. If you dare to touch the plants and trees in the ninety percent of the palace, your Majesty will personally clean up you."

Cheng Chubi nodded helplessly and said yes. Unexpectedly, the plants that Uncle Li and his wife actually liked were not the same type.

Zhao Kun finished passing the order, but did not leave immediately.

His gaze swept over the three-pointers of Cheng Chubi's master and servant who was greasy after eating, and his gaze fell on those bamboo tubes that hadn't been opened yet.

"Uncle Zhao, would you like to try it too? The taste of this stuff will definitely not let you down."

"Sure, let me try one, hey... it tastes really good..."

The wind and the remnant cloud usually wiped out the remaining bamboo tubes, and Zhao Kun, who was full, finally slapped his **** and flashed people with satisfaction.

Cheng Chubi, the unborn culinary genius, was left behind to continue to mourn the spring and fall.

Isn't it just to get some food to enrich this difficult Jiucheng Palace career? Alas, life is difficult.

Cheng Chubi collapsed back on the couch and patted his belly.

As long as you have a brain, what kind of food can't be made? How about... Tomorrow full lamb hot pot to cheer up?

In the eighth year of Datang Zhenguan, Cheng Chubi’s Jiucheng Gongdu Holiday House was so plain and boring...

On the other hand, Chang'an doesn't know if the three little brothers who are playing tricks will not be in the sky without their own control.

However, with the suppression of his father and the deterrence of the two elder brothers, it shouldn't be a big deal.

His Royal Highness didn't know if he would continue to exercise according to the established plan, and he didn't know if he would be healthy when he returned to Chang'an.

By the way, whether Wu Mei's bright girl in the early stage of puberty is continuing to develop...

Cough, I was wrong, I don't know if I will visit the house often to get medical books to copy.

The city of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty, for Cheng Chubi, who has gradually merged into this era, already has the taste of home.

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"Brother Cheng San, it's so boring..." Li Mingda followed Cheng Chubi, sitting on the pony, and between the two, there was a plate of dried fish.

One bite for you, one bite for me, eating dried fish, looking at the scenery of Qingyou Pavilion from summer to autumn, and the chrysanthemums that are gradually being released.

"Yeah...it's a bit." Cheng Chubi stuffed a piece of dried fish into his mouth, and said casually.

"Brother Cheng San, what are you going to make delicious today?"

Cheng Chubi leaned back against the big tree behind him, weakly speaking.

"You can't pick lotus leaves, you can't chop bamboos, and you can't move any grass or tree in the Jiucheng Palace, otherwise, your father will let me fly snow in August in the Jiucheng Palace."

"August Feixue?" Seeing Li Mingda's dazzling eyes, the dark-faced old man leaning on the soft couch also raised the corners of his eyes.

Cheng Chubi hurriedly gave a haha ​​and perfunctorily passed over. "Nothing, just hope it will snow soon."

"Well, I also like playing in the snow, but Dad doesn't like it. He always likes to read books. He also reads during the day and at night..."

"This proves that your majesty is a diligent king who loves the people."

"Brother Cheng San, come and take a look, this chrysanthemum is so beautiful." Li Mingda nodded, his eyes swept, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.

Cheng Chubi was also fascinated by her actions and saw a dazzling golden dragon claw chrysanthemum.

"Oh, that's not bad, um..." Cheng Chubi subconsciously turned his head to call the Emperor Li Yuan to come and appreciate it.

I only saw that the old man who always liked to doze off at noon had snored, but I saw the wrinkles at the corners of his old face.

Cheng Chubi turned his head again, glanced at this dragon claw chrysanthemum, couldn't help but be surprised.

"His Royal Highness, you look at this chrysanthemum and then at your grandpa, what do you think it looks like?"

Li Mingda earnestly made a small face on the floor, glanced at his grandfather's profile, and carefully looked at the chrysanthemum in front of him, his eyes lit up.

"Something like my grandpa..." Li Mingda took a finger and nodded the corner of his eye seriously~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hey, the minister can teach you an adjective called Juhua Lao Mian, which means old age. The wrinkles on a person's face are just like this chrysanthemum. "

"Wow, Brother Cheng San, you know so much."

Li Mingda's eyes lit up suddenly, after thinking about it, he took off a chrysanthemum, and then ran towards Li Yuan with his short legs.

Cheng Chubi was a little dazed, what did this girl want to do.

Li Yuan suddenly felt a little itchy at the corner of his eyes, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his good granddaughter standing in front of him and looking at him seriously.

He couldn't help but hesitated. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the excitement of the good granddaughter.

"Grandpa, grandpa, look, your smile is like chrysanthemum."

"???" Li Yuan sat up with a dazed expression, stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek, and dropped a dragon claw chrysanthemum.

"Grandpa, Brother Cheng taught me an adjective just now, let me use it to describe you, Grandpa." Li Mingda gave a serious expression.

Li Yuan took a few deep breaths in a row, and his nostrils had begun to emit blue smoke. "How do you describe that **** boy?"

"He said that grandpa laughed like a chrysanthemum, so grandpa's face is the old face of chrysanthemum."

The next moment, His Majesty the Emperor, who was old and frail, picked up a stick and took vigorous steps.

Cheng Saburo, who can lift a tripod, can only hug his head, and Li Mingda, who is like a spring flower, giggled.

He happily put the dish containing the dried fish on his lap, eating deliciously, and cheering for grandpa from time to time.

Wu Mei who is still dressed as a man in a hoodie.

The books that had been transcribed were placed on the case table of Cheng Saburo's house.

"Uncle Fu, Cheng Saburo, he hasn't come back yet?"