Chapter 3287： Touched

These leisure time staying with his parents made him seem to be back in time.

No pressure, easy and happy.

Zhao Yuanjing said, "You love to act like a baby, even I can't bear to let your mother cook by herself."

Yan'er chuckled, "I'm here to help."

"Go pick the chicken feathers and wash them clean." Yun Dai rolled up her sleeves and ordered, "I may not have cooked personally for a long time. Let Tsing Yi take a rest and have a good meal today."

Tsing Yi pursed his lips and smiled: "This is a blessing for slaves and maids."

"Although I said that, I still went to grab water and firewood.

Bao Xing rolled his trouser legs with mud on his feet, Da Da Da walked in, carrying a fish in his hand, and grinned: "The slave is lucky today and caught a **** fish. Didn’t the empress say, if the slave can catch it? When it comes to black fish, I will make pickled fish."

"Okay, do it together."

"Thank you, Niang Niang." Bao Xing happily carried the fish out to clean up, lest the smell of fish smelled the yard.

He just went out, there were footsteps again.

This time it was snappy.

Yan'er looked back and saw a big monk with a bare head, wearing a gray monk robe, wearing a hat, and a delicate bamboo basket with his arms bent.

Take a closer look, isn't that Huiyuan?

Usually he appeared in the palace and temples, presided over the cassock, the treasure is solemn, like a monk.

Today, he is like a wild monk who is eating and drinking everywhere.

"Huh?" Huiyuan couldn't help but pause when he saw Yan'er, "the little emperor is here too?"

Then he laughed: "It seems that the father and son have recognized each other."

Yan Er nodded slightly as a greeting.

Unlike King Qin and Zhao Yuanjing, he and this master Huiyuan are not so close.

Going to temples and offering sacrifices, that is, on official business, will not meet in private.

Yun Dai smiled and said, "The basket in the hands of the monk is not bad, it is very fresh and delicate. Why, is this ready to go down to cultivate the land personally?"

"That's impossible." Huiyuan smiled and walked over and put the basket on the stone table in the courtyard. "This is a fresh mushroom from a girl who picked it herself."

Yun Dai looked at it, and sure enough, there was a small basket of fresh mushrooms, all round and lovely.

Zhao Yuanjing squinted at him, "Huiyuan, don't forget that you are a monk, don't touch Fanxin."

"Hahaha!"

Huiyuan laughed, "This is a believer. Last time her old mother in the family was ill and had no money to treat, I paid for the medical expenses. She specially brought me a thank you. I thought, such a good mushroom, only the queen mother has a pair of wonderful hands. It’s only suitable for cooking."

Seeing no one was talking, he handed the basket to Tsing Yi and smiled: "The girl in Tsing Yi also makes it."

Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Master is not afraid that I will ruin such a good mushroom?"

"The girl in Tsing Yi is serious."

"The master came here by a coincidence. Our mother cooks herself." Tsing Yi took the basket, "I will wash the mushrooms and let the mother make mushroom chicken soup."

Huiyuan was surprised and delighted after hearing this: "The poor monk is a blessing today."

After a busy meal, a strong smell of food soon floated in the yard.

Huiyuan's heart was in a mess, holding the chess piece, frequently looking at the kitchen.

Zhao Yuanjing calmly took the opportunity to encircle and kill him.

"You lost." Zhao Yuanjing said.

"Huh?" Huiyuan returned to his senses, glanced at the chessboard, smiled and put down the chess pieces, "Your Majesty's chess skill has increased greatly now, and the poor monk hasn't beaten you for a long time."

Zhao Yuanjing packed up the chess pieces calmly and smiled and said, "It's not that my chess skill has improved, but the master has regressed."

"Can this be a step backward?" Hui Yuan smiled.

"Yes, when the master touches Fan's heart."