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After a meal, everyone was satisfied. They were more and more sure of Tang Yue's cooking skills, and star anise was also recognized by everyone. They all planned to have time to pick some and go back.

"Why is this stewed meat so delicious?" With a piece of beef in his mouth.

Tang Yue thought: that's because you haven't tasted better and feel fresh. When you are tired of eating, the delicious food is just like that.

However, Tang Yue finally found a bit of hometown feeling, the same to eat satisfaction.

Time flies, three days later, when Tang Yue is still in sleep, a drum sound wakes him up. "What's the matter? What happened? " He wiped his face and looked at the mountain running in.

"Lang Jun, Wang zizhao is back."

"So fast So early? " Tang Yue opened the quilt and jumped out of bed. He rinsed his mouth and wiped his face. He was put on a thick cloak and ran outside.

Even he didn't know why he was so excited. It was only three days. In the past three days, he was quite free and moist, but he still thought about that person.

When Tang Yue ran out, Prince Zhao just got off his horse, and they looked at each other from afar. For a time, an inexpressible mood surged into his heart.

He walked slowly over with a smile on his face. "How come you're back soon? Is it done? "

Wang zizhao looked at him deeply and nodded, "it's done."

Tang felt his nose uneasily and glanced behind him. There were still several prison cars in the long line.

"These are..." He looked at Prince Zhao suspiciously.

Wang zizhao pointed to the front of the prison car and said, "the Vice City Lord of Qinyang City has committed crimes beyond his authority, colluded with bandits and exploited the common people. It is hard to escape death."

"So what are you..."

"Take the man back to my father."

Tang Yue nodded, which is also true. Prince Zhao, after all, does not have a real official position, so it is easy for the leader to have doubts.

Wang zizhao threw the reins to the soldiers who came to meet him, and strode toward his camp account. Tang Yue and others hurriedly followed him.

The man with a high-ranking momentum, around a kilometer of people in danger, quiet and respectful looking at him.

After entering the tent, Prince Zhao asked Tang Yue, "why do so many people gather here? What happened when I was away? "

Tang Yue simply told him the causes and consequences, emphasizing that "they have suffered property losses, and appropriate compensation can also make them more loyal to the court and the king."

There was no such thing before. Prince Zhao pondered for a moment and nodded: "but this time, the bandit suppression has been meritorious. My father will have a reward, so he will take this reward as compensation."

"Will the officers and men have any opinion?"

Wang zizhao looked at him with a smile, and Hu Jinpeng on one side explained for him: "Xiao Lang Mo is worried that all the people brought this time are his own, and will not care about this gain and loss."

The soldiers who could be brought into his command by Wang zizhao were loyal and loyal. On weekdays, Prince Zhao gave a lot of gold and silver in private. The king's reward was spread out evenly, and no one could share much.

Tang Yue still felt that it was not reliable. "The generals and soldiers had meritorious service in suppressing bandits, and it was not good to give rewards as usual. You can appeal the truth to the king. I believe he can understand."

Prince Zhao slightly hesitated, nodded and said: "although there is no routine, but can try." If you can't, just follow the previous plan.

This matter temporarily reached an agreement, Prince Zhao continued to ask: "do you really want to do long-term medicine business with them?"

"It's natural."

"Can your drugstore sell so many herbs?" In Wang zizhao's impression, pharmacies also only paid for some simple medicinal materials, with few types and quantity, and often in short supply.

"It's no trouble, your highness. Just wait and see the result." In fact, Tang Yue has a preliminary idea, since he wants to go.

If you can get the exclusive supplier from the royal family, the business will not worry at all.

With his reputation and Prince Zhao's relationship, he is likely to monopolize the Royal medicine market.

When Prince Zhao saw that he had made up his mind, he would not interfere. For this person, he would give enough autonomy.

When Tang Yue finished his account of these days, he pulled Zhao Sanlang to retreat peacefully. This group of people must have a lot of conspiracies to discuss, so they are inconvenient to participate.

Zhao Sanlang has been grinding Tang Yue to teach him cooking skills these days. He feels that he can't move Princess Huizhu with any love poems or flowers. He might as well try cooking.

Life in the world to eat the biggest, as long as you can let the princess eat happy, will certainly look at him differently.

"Sanlang, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen. You have fallen down!" Tang Yue sighed, this man, once he had a favorite object, his IQ dropped.

"This This I will not let outsiders know, Tang Xiaolang, you will keep your mouth shut? " Zhao looked at him imploring.

Tang Yue sees him pitiful, still can't help but remind him, "you and the princess age difference is too big, is this kind of status, how to be together? Who can approve of your marriage? Is it your father or your mother? "How simple and crude truth Zhao Sanlang can not understand?

The answer is no, Zhao Sanlang gave him a look, "you can really destroy this childe's good mood, Lang Qing Qie Yi, what do you know?"

“……” Tang Yue choked, no words to say, Lang Qing Qiyi, of course, he is impossible to understand, you can expect him a gay to understand what Lang Qing Qie Yi?

"So you mean It's not that she doesn't marry? " How can he remember that Zhao Sanlang didn't say that before?

"You said that the original childe had thought it over and couldn't achieve it. So we had to retreat to the next place. As long as we achieved some good things, is it so important to get married?"

In other words, there is no such thing as marriage.

Tang Yue said that he couldn't help but use his actions to dispel his mind. "Learning cooking is not a matter of a day and a night. Go back and ask the cook in your family, which one has no ten years' effort? Which doesn't start with washing dishes? "

Zhao Sanlang sent out a sneer: "this childe wants to learn to cook, which dares to let me start from washing vegetables?"

Tang Yue choked again and couldn't refute, this answer is really sharp enough, to the point.

"Well, you just need to learn how to master, right?"

"What is a spoon?" Zhao Sanlang looked dazed.

Tang Yue blinked his eyes and thought: in this era, there is no concept of cooking, and the spoon seems not very appropriate. However, with him, cooking is not a problem.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he put Zhao Sanlang's neck around him and said stealthily, "don't say that this young master is not righteous. Since you want to learn, I will teach you that no one else can do it."

"It's natural. Others will. Why should I learn?"

"Yes, yes, and absolutely stunning to the princess."

Zhao Sanlang clapped his hands and said, "OK, let's learn this."

Tang Yue took him to the kitchen, borrowed a pot from the kitchen and some ingredients, and began to teach by example.

When Prince Zhao's negotiation was over, he asked where Tang Yue was, and the answer was the kitchen. He didn't feel surprised at all.

In terms of cooking, he has never seen anything better than Tang. Of course, in terms of medical skills, he has never seen anything better than Tang.

Why should he let go of so many talented people?

When he finds the kitchen, Prince Zhao stands outside the camp account and hears the quarrel between the two people inside. One of them is naturally Tang Yue, and the other seems to be a boy from Zhenguo.

These two people are closely related, almost inseparable, Prince Zhao because of this matter not little psychological thinking.

"What else can you learn when you've burned the pot?"

"What does that have to do with my son?"

"Do you have any apprentices like you who ask you to add water or not?"

"The oil splashed all over my body. You see, the back of my hand is blistering. How can I hold the spoon?"

"You are so delicate and tender that you can't learn. You don't believe it."

"You Tang Yue, don't look down on people. Who says you can't learn? Go on

"If the pot is burned, how can you cook without it?"

"Why is there a lack of pot in the kitchen? It's the other one. "

"What you want is this kind of shallow pot. How do you cook in a soup pot?"

"Why not?"

"If you say no, you can't. with your IQ, it's hard to explain clearly to you."

“……”

Wang zizhao listened to their quarrel and frowned. The old cook who came out from the side saw him and saluted him.

"What are they arguing about?"

The old cook couldn't help laughing. "Childe obviously wants to learn how to cook. Xiao Lang is teaching. Unfortunately, the master is not like the master, and the apprentice is not like the apprentice."

Wang zizhao loosened his brow and said faintly, "it's late. Let them not delay our meal."

The old cook couldn't understand Wang zizhao's awkward idea in his heart, and he replied with a smile: "you can't worry. You can't delay it. They are all ready."