C46 This Student of Mine Is Not Bad Right

After sending off his cheap father, Tang Yue went back to his own room, and the room next door was Wang Zizhao's room. Unexpectedly, there were times when he and the Prince were neighbors too, and this feeling wasn't bad.

The furnishing of the house was very comfortable, and was still as low-key and luxurious as before. Tang Yue had been tired for the entire day, so he went to sleep early.

Early morning of the second day, before the sky was even bright, Tang Yue was woken up by someone. He jumped off the bed in a daze and asked: "Did the patient have a postoperative reaction?"

There was an attendant kneeling in the room, and he was shocked by's reaction. He hurriedly laid on the ground and replied: "No, Wang Zizhao eats breakfast everyday at dawn, the butler told me to inform my husband."

Tang Yue's mind was still not clear, "Chenchen? What time was that? " He rubbed his hair and realized that it was tied up in his sleep. He pulled on it a few times in frustration, causing his scalp to go numb from the pain.

But at least, his brain was completely awakened by this stimulation.

Oh, you are asking me to wake up and cook for Wang Zizhao, do you need to be so early? Tang Yue muttered in a low voice before he started to change his clothes.

The servant hurriedly stepped forward to help. Tang Yue discovered that he had quite the nimble hands and feet, and did not smell as fragrant as the maid.

The kitchen of Prince Zhao's Mansion was very big. Tang Yue thought that this was the mansion's common big kitchen, but after he asked, he realized that the huge territory only served Wang Zizhao.

He clicked his tongue twice, rolled up his sleeves and began to work. Since he was already used to someone's wealth, he would not be envious or jealous.

The butler was frightened out of his wits as he watched them. He whispered: "Tang Xiaolang, why don't you give the order for the chefs to take action?"

Tang Yue was beating eggs, but when he heard him, he glanced at him and said, "Alright, but you have to promise that I won't be scolded by your master. He said that he wanted me to make them myself."

Do you know what that means?

The butler's face twitched, he laughed and retreated to the side, but he kept his eyes on Tang Yue's hands, afraid that he would poison them.

Tang Yue planned to make a rice bun for Wang Zizhao. He also planned to cook a bowl of soy milk and wontons for him to eat until he was full.

There were all kinds of dishes in Wang Zizhao's kitchen, and they were very fresh at a glance. It must have been bought early in the morning.

He took a handful of vegetables and was about to cut them up when he thought of something and asked, "If I had breakfast now, wouldn't I be cold when Wang Zizhao wakes up?"

"…" The butler looked at the sky and innocently replied, "That can't be, there's only two hours left until morning. young dandy has to increase his speed, what dishes do you plan to cook?"

Tang Yue paused, and secretly ridiculed: Whose family's breakfast needed two hours to be prepared?

"Egg-Fried Rice, soy milk, wonton. One hour is more than enough."

"This... Only three? " The steward was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.

"Isn't that enough? How edible is your master? What's his usual breakfast? "

The butler started to count them on his fingers, causing Tang Yue to feel dizzy just listening to him. There were already five types of roasted meat, more than three types of porridge, he couldn't count them even if he was more careful.

Was he planning to be someone's entire family member?

"Your master is a pig?" Tang Yue asked snappily.

The butler's expression changed as he scolded with a stern face: "young dandy, please pay attention to your words."

Tang Yue forgot that this era's pig did not mean that it was cute, and it was not a term that could be used to joke around, so he humbly admitted his wrongs, "I was wrong, please forgive me!"

He changed the subject, "But... Wang Zizhao is currently recuperating from his illness, so it is not suitable for him to eat as much as possible, so it would be best to just follow my recipe. "

He puffed out his chest and said with determination, "Fortunately, I stayed. Otherwise, if I was fed like this, it would be difficult for your master to recover from his injuries."

"Is that true?" The butler was shocked. Could it be that Wang Zizhao's injury was not completely healed due to the chef's cooking?

But their menu had the approval of the Imperial Medical Office.

Tang Yue replied with certainty: "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, I can't help it!"

"Of course I will believe it. Just follow young dandy's instructions." The steward blamed himself when he thought of the bleak dishes on his master's table in the coming month.

How could such a simple recipe be placed on Wang Zizhao's table?

However, Tang Yue was secretly pleased in his heart. If you ask me to serve you, you can forget about eating anything good.

He made breakfast for two people. The butler thought that they were all prepared for Wang Zizhao and was considerably satisfied with it.

When Tang Yue carried the two of them for breakfast, the other party was already awake. He quietly sat on the bed and read a book.

"Cough, cough …" Stop looking, let's eat first. " Tang Yue placed the plate on the small table on top of his bed and sat down on the bed.

"…" A spoon was stuffed into Wang Zizhao's hand, and he asked uncertainly: "Why are you sitting here?"

"Eat your food." Tang Yue bit a small wonton, its skin was thin and big, and he had even added prawns. The taste was first class, but he could only replace the wonton skin with tofu skin, it wasn't smooth enough.

Seeing that Wang Zizhao was not making a move, Tang Yue gave him a piece of wonton, "Hurry up and eat it, try my cooking.

Wang Zizhao had the particular urge to call someone to come in and throw this rascal out, but seeing that the food was indeed tempting, he decided to give up.

He placed the wonton that Tang Yue scooped up to the side and tasted it himself. His eyes immediately revealed surprise and happiness.

It wasn't that he hadn't eaten minced meat before, but he didn't think that minced meat would be so delicious. Even the soup was incomparably delicious.

The Egg-Fried Rice was also beautifully cooked. The orange skin looked delicious as the spoon cut into it. The rice grains along with the green vegetables also made people hungry.

"How's the taste?" Seeing that he liked to eat, Tang Yue asked proudly.

Wang Zizhao chewed on his food slowly, swallowed down the food in his mouth and then nodded, "It's alright!"

Just these two words alone was enough to affirm Tang Yue's culinary skills greatly. Tang Yue chuckled and said, "Then it should be enough for the school fees, right?"

Wang Zizhao put down his spoon and took the cup of water that the servant brought over to rinse his mouth, then he pointed to a box at the corner and said: "The recognizable word is inside that box. Go and get a roll, let's begin."

Tang Yue looked towards where his finger was pointing, and saw that a box had appeared at some point in time in the corner, filled with bamboo slips.

A day without paper, even learning to read was so amazing.

He finally understood why the knowledge of this era was so low. Most people would not even have a foot in the grave if they put away such a large bamboo slip at home.

Tang Yue wasn't really illiterate after all, he had only said many words once before Wang Zizhao had a feeling of enlightenment.

If it wasn't for the fact that Wang Zizhao was unable to read in advance, Wang Zizhao would have thought that he had been deceived.

An hour later, Tang Yue happily pushed the sand table to Wang Zizhao, "How is it, is my student not bad? Will I embarrass you? "

Wang Zizhao had even specially ordered people to make the sand table, when there were no papers, the practice of the words could not be any better.

Wang Zizhao stared at the words on the sand table, pointed out a few small mistakes, and asked: "Do you really not know how to write in the past?"

Although the character was not very pretty, it also did not look like a beginner.

Tang Yue thought for a bit, then smiled bashfully: "Since I was young, I have always wanted to learn words, but unfortunately, no one taught me, so I can only copy others' words, and only understand its form and meaning."

Wang Zizhao accepted the explanation, which could also explain why there were so many small mistakes in Tang Yue's words. It should be because he did not learn it well in the past.

If Tang Yue knew he was thinking this, he would definitely chuckle. He was only carrying some of the habits from his previous life with him.

Tang Yue roughly counted. There were more than a hundred words he had learned today, and that chest should at least have at least a thousand words.

After the study time ended, Wang Zizhao continued to handle the matters, while Tang Yue brought his people to study the Mo.

Mo Ke wasn't as simple as a brush. He only knew the main materials and what he needed to do. He would have to rely on the experimentation of these ancient people over and over again.

On the first day, they couldn't even do a single thing with black ink. Tang Yue thought dejectedly: It seems like Golden Fingers aren't easy to open either. After all, he isn't an all-rounder, he knows everything.

That night at dinner, he gave Wang Zizhao's table a wild stewed hen, fried prawns, golden shrimp balls, garlic scallops, mixed vegetables, and a steamed perch.

Wang Zizhao still ate with satisfaction. Actually, he had already eaten most of the ingredients on the table, but the moment Tang Yue held out his hand, the taste and appearance seemed to have become completely different.

No one knew where he learned this from.

Tang Yue should be glad that in this era when information was not developed, not only was the transmission of information slow, it was also extremely difficult. The only family member of this body was also dead, and there weren't many people who came into contact with it.

Of course, both Wang Zizhao and Yueyang Marquis were very suspicious of him knowing so much about things that surpassed the era. However, the former needed his talent, and the latter couldn't wait for him to know everything.