Lady Gu 10,000 Years
LG-38S
Yan Jiuchao had his own home in the Capital. After he entered the Capital, he did not go anywhere. He focused on staying at his house until this morning when Uncle Wan ‘takes’ him off his blanket.
Yan Jiuchao looked annoyed.
Uncle Wan tried her best to persuade him. “Initially, the Empress wanted the two of you to go together. If the Young Master did not want to leave, he could also leave. Besides, you two are not married. This could be considered giving face to Yan Manor, but the Princess Empress suddenly had an urgent matter …
“It won't be long. Young Master can leave after showing your face.
“You've slept with him. What's wrong with looking around?”
“Ya.” It was unknown which words touched Yan Jiuchao, but he actually agreed kindly.
Uncle Wan, who had stored a lot of saliva, was afraid that this little ancestor would disavow his words. He ran out like lightning and asked someone to prepare the carriage.
Yan Manor had made a lot of preparations to welcome Young Master Yan.
“I heard that Young Master Yan's taste is very picky. Yu’er specifically hired a chef from Lu City. He's a very capable cook. Everyone praises the dish, ” said Mrs. Yan while looking at the mistress and princess gathered in the greenhouse.
“Lu City? Is that Mrs Du?” A woman who had been to Lu City said.
Madam Yan beamed happily. “Mrs. Wang also heard of Mrs Du?”
“I've heard more than that. I even went there primarily to taste the cuisine. Unfortunately, he only accepts three customers a day and does not accept reservations. Whoever he wanted to do business depended entirely on his luck. I don't have the wealth to do it.” Mrs Wang, the wife of the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Public Works, sighed and said.
Judging from his status, the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Public Works was a top-four ranking official while Yan Congming was only a small five-rank official. Madam Wang should not treat Madame Yan with such flattery, but who asked Yan Manor to have a certain Young Mistress?
The Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Public Works did not even have time to bring Young Master Yan's shoes.
“Nona Yan really invited her? This is amazing. Even Prince Rong was unable to invite Lady Du back then.” If someone said that he was flattering her now, then these words came from the bottom of his heart.
Madam Du from Lu City was indeed proud and arrogant. He did not even think too much about the status of the head chef in the Prince's house. She did not know how Miss Yan had invited her out of Lu City.
However, Madam Yan skipped this topic and cleverly shifted the focus away from Madam Du. “Everything, try this fermented winter bamboo shoot. How's it feel?”
The women took their chopsticks and tasted the winter shoots on their plates. Everyone is dumbfounded.
It tastes sour, spicy, refreshing, and helps digest oily foods. They had just eaten too many pastries, and now that they had tasted the sour shoots, it felt comfortable getting to the bone.
“Madam Du's expertise is indeed worthy of his reputation!” Madam Wang exclaimed sincerely.
Madam Yan pulled her daughter's hand and said with a wide smile, “This is not Madam Du's cooking, this is Yu’er.” cuisine
“What? Your daughter?” The women shouted in unison.
Yan Ruyu smiled restraint.
Madam Yan smiled and said, “On the way to the Capital, I have learned some dishes from Lady Du. Today, I humiliate myself in front of all women.”
Everyone is dumbfounded. This is called humiliating yourself? Then their chef could have ended their own lives!
Moreover, he had only studied it for a few days and already possessed outstanding skills. Even those who looked down on Yan Ruyu for losing her virginity could not help but praise her for being so smart.
Madam Yan smiled with satisfaction. Her daughter was smarter than her brother since she was young. Not only was he better at reading books than his brother, but he was also adept at sitar, chess, calligraphy, and painting. His riding skills and archery skills were outstanding. What is a mere cooking skill ?! Even if she did not become a daughter, she could become an admiral or a general!
A servant rushed in and reported loudly, “Mistress, Young Master Yan's carriage is here!”
Madam Yan's eyes twinkled. “Quickly tell Madam Du!”
…
His gaze froze.
“Stop the train.”
Train stops. The handsome officer got down from the carriage and knelt on the ground.
Yan Jiuchao stepped on his back and walked into the alley between the two noble houses. He faced the high wall where the scent was smelled and stared at it for three seconds before saying, “Stair.”
The accompanying guards disappeared!
The accompanying guards returned again! And they came back with two stairs, one outside the wall and another inside.
The stairs were tilted at a very high angle. Even without support, it was as if someone was walking on flat ground.
Yan Jiuchao calmly walked over. A cold wind blew up his sleeve. He walked step by step, his expression cold and lonely. He was clearly trying to climb over someone's wall, yet he was emitting an aura of enthronement!
Little Bruiser took the green chives he brought from the kitchen with one hand and his sister's scallion pancake with the other. He was engrossed in eating it when a ladder appeared behind him. A man walked down the stairs and appeared behind him.
Yan Jiuchao looked at Little Bruiser and used her graceful toes to pierce his butt.
Little Bruiser turned around with wide eyes.
Yan Jiuchao glared at him fiercely.
Little Bruiser's jaw dropped. How could there be such a beautiful sister. She was even more beautiful than Mother and Sister…
“Do you want some?” Little Bruiser handed over half of the scallion pancakes.
Young Master Yan, who has thought of a hundred ways to snatch a pancake: “.
…
It's time for the banquet to start. Everyone is busy with their hands and feet. Even Yu Song was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground. No one sneaks into a secluded corner in the backyard.
“Oke, hot. You have to eat.”
Little Bruiser not only warmly invited this handsome brother to share his sister's pancake with him, she said, but he even carefully lit a fire and heated two already-cold pancakes.
Young Master Yan took the scallion pancake with his chopsticks.
“It feels good only if you add a leek.”
“I didn't eat it!”
Fifteen minutes later, Uncle Wan finally caught up with his master with three large carriages filled with congratulatory gifts. However, there was no one on the train anymore!
He rushed up the stairs to the wall. He looked into the distance.
He looked at his noble young master, who was from another world, crouching in front of the stove like a poor old farmer with a hick that appeared out of nowhere. He held a scallion pancake larger than his face in his left hand and a scallion thicker than his finger in his right hand.
“Hold!” little Bruiser said.
“Create!” Young Master Yan said.
