Chapter 362: As long as we don’t tell the truth, we won’t be cold

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Out of the kindness of an old brother to his little brother, he couldn't help but persuade him seriously.

"Although I don't know where you got so much colored glaze, the Wang family has deep roots and a very important background. They have been operating this colored glaze industry since the Wei and Jin Dynasties. If you join rashly, I'm afraid..."

Wang Zi'an couldn't help being in a good mood, laughing loudly and reaching out to pat Li Yuan on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, brother, I know what's going on - by the way, I'll take care of your glass house, it's all trivial matters..."

The Wang family specializes in the glass business, so that’s really, really great!

Those glazed products I prepared for Li Shimin some time ago are now useful again——

At the beginning, I was afraid that if the wool was gathered too hard, it would cause a collective counterattack by those aristocratic families and bring unnecessary trouble to Lao Li, so I postponed the plan to auction the glass products.

But since the Wang family specializes in this, it’s perfect!

Li Yuan:......

So, I just earned myself a glazed house?

Are you so generous?

Li Yuan couldn't help being in a good mood. He originally planned to sit with Wang Zi'an in the pavilion in the middle of the garden to have a poetic reunion.

Although the flowers and trees in the garden are withered and the plum blossoms have not bloomed, the snow on the lake is crystal clear, the orchid, osmanthus, bamboo and trees are scattered in an orderly manner, and there are a few birds flying in and pecking at them from time to time, which is quite elegant.

But - I can't bear the cold!

When the warmth of walking gets a bit warmer, people will be so cold that they can no longer stand it.

Don't say anything else. After a while, they all went back to their rooms.

"It's still warm in the house——"

Li Yuan couldn't help but rub his big hands that were stiff from the cold, put them to his mouth and took a breath of hot air.

Then several people couldn't help but look at each other, looking at each other's embarrassed look, and couldn't help laughing.

"I heard that you ancient people - ahem, I heard that many scholars like to walk in the snow to look for plum blossoms, drink wine and enjoy the snow, and then compose impromptu poems - I have always been curious. Do you think they don't feel cold?"

As he spoke, Wang Zi'an rubbed his hands and asked everyone to sit down by the stove. Naturally, a servant came over with a teapot and each of them added a cup of boiled water.

Li Yuan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and was speechless for a while.

Do you even need to ask?

Of course, the people above are sitting in the warm pavilion, drinking and having fun, admiring the beautiful scenery, while the young people are holding on outside——

We are all scholars with knowledge, taste, and noble interests. No matter how cold we are, we can't say it to disgrace the scenery...

Anyway, this kind of thing is something that you don’t say, I don’t say, and everyone doesn’t say.

In the end, if you ask this, is it really okay?

Pei Ji couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed. In this era, everyone is a decent and elegant person. Who hasn't done this a few times...

He thought for a moment and replied dully.

"Maybe it's not cold..."

Before he could finish speaking, he couldn't help but laugh.

This Wang Zi'an can be regarded as a wonderful person. Fortunately, there are not many scholars on this occasion, otherwise I don't know how many people would be embarrassed on the spot.

After talking for a while, Wang Zi'an looked at the sky and stood up.

"It's a rare visit from me, so don't go back tonight. I'll go to the kitchen and prepare some side dishes for everyone. Let's have a few drinks and a fortune wine——"

The prince got up happily and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was renovated, clean and tidy, and the tools were complete. Under Wang Zi'an's instructions, all kinds of spices were bought.

Some green vegetables were also picked from the old hospital. Although there were not many, it was enough to stir-fry a few delicious side dishes with the meat.

Although this was not the first time they saw their Marquis cooking, these chefs were still stunned by their Marquis.

The movements are flowing, the sword skill is at its peak, the heat is just right, the taste is mellow and long, and the color is mouth-watering.

All the chefs were dumbfounded.

Who is the chef among us?

A strong sense of professional crisis arose spontaneously.

If this continues, we will lose our jobs, right?

Yes -

Several people looked at each other and lay down on the ground, determined to become their disciples——

Wang Zi’an:……

Do you think I traveled through time just to open an oriental chef school in the Tang Dynasty?

Do I still want my awesomeness——

One person kicked everyone up.

"You're just a cook, you're a shitty teacher, get out of here and watch honestly - if you can't do it alone within a month, I'm going to kick him out -"

Several cooks were overjoyed when they heard this!

Several people have seen the cooking skills of my Marquis. Although they don't have the privilege of attending the banquet, they have the privilege of washing the dishes——

Well, I couldn't hold it back for a moment, and several people licked the plates clean.

The taste is really unforgettable.

That night, everyone knelt down.

If you compare your little craftsmanship with that of your own Marquis, is it still called craftsmanship?

Now, I can finally learn from it.

What a blessing, a great blessing!

Wang Zi'an didn't care about the little thoughts of his own cooks. Even though he was a master of cooking, he really had no intention of keeping his broom to himself.

Anyway, I don’t want to be a professional cook.

Several dishes were fried quickly.

He asked the kitchen to send the dishes over. He was about to ask someone to make millet porridge. After thinking about it, he found some ginseng, red dates, wolfberry and achyranthes, and made a mutton soup.

Well, Lao Lao Li has been feeling a little weak recently. For the sake of reminding him, I’ll give him some help.

He told the chef in the kitchen to watch the fire, wash his hands, and go to the front to drink.



As soon as they entered the door, they found Li Yuan and Pei Ji, looking at each other and reading a newspaper!

Seeing Wang Zi'an come in, the two of them couldn't help but raise their heads, staring at Wang Zi'an and looking up and down, as if they were seeing Wang Zi'an for the first time.

Wang Zi'an was almost stunned.

"What are you two doing, going on a blind date for your daughter at home? Let me tell you, it's too late, there's no chance, I'm already engaged -"

Wang Zi'an took his seat and joked happily.

Unexpectedly, Li Yuan's eyes lit up and he patted his thigh.

"Zi'an, what a word that wakes me up from my dream. Don't tell me, I have several daughters of the same age as you in my family..."

Wang Zi’an:……

Ah, this——

Are you sure you want to compete with your son for your son-in-law?

"Forget it--"

Wang Zi'an couldn't help but waved his hands in embarrassment.

Although we don't mind multiple wives, the generational hierarchy is a bit confusing.

When Li Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head with regret and said no more. In fact, he just mentioned it casually.

I am the daughter of a majestic emperor, I can’t be a concubine for this brat, right?

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Li Yuancai said as if he had no intention of doing so while picking up vegetables.

"Zian, your Datang Evening News is quite interesting. How many copies are you planning to publish at one time?"

Wang Zi'an took a sip of Erguotou comfortably, put down the glass, and raised a finger.

"For the first issue, please print less. Let's test the waters with 10,000 copies first..."

Li Yuan and Pei Ji were speechless for a while, almost rolling their eyes.

Ten thousand copies!

You call this less printing?

Immediately, the two of them woke up and keenly discovered the difference in Wang Zian's statement.

What does printing less mean?

"print?"

Li Yuan stopped his chopsticks with some confusion and looked at Wang Zi'an who was about to pick up the food.

"Yes, printing - it's just like how I usually print a seal, bang - such a big one will come out all of a sudden - I set up a printing shop with Lao Li, and in one night, if I hurry up, I can't do it. It can print tens of thousands of sheets..."

Li Yuan and Pei Ji couldn't help but look at each other, and both saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Tens of thousands of photos in one night, which is really appalling!