It is contradictory to be able to write words that are easy to use and be able to make good dishes. Especially in this era, this is almost impossible.

Needless to say, Yang Huiyi, who is full of contradictions, must have suffered tremendous hardships.

At this point, Zhu Youlang became interested in Yang Huiyi, a lady in trouble.

"Ahua, what is Yang Huiyi's life experience?" Zhu Youlang asked.

"More than half a month ago, I heard someone crying loudly at the door of the store early in the morning. I looked down from the upstairs and saw a young woman crying. The dead man's feet were exposed outside, and there were no shoes. The woman had a grass sign on her head, saying that if anyone wanted to bury her mother for her, she would sell herself as a slave. I saw that she was crying pitifully, and thought that this kind of scene should not be seen in Guangzhou City. Isn't this a slander on my emperor's brother-in-law's face? So I asked the manager to buy her a coffin and bury her mother. Later she came, and that's it."

"How do you know she can write? How do you know she is a lady from a noble family?"

"Brother, she is following me, how can I use it if I don't know the details? If I'm a person who is not clear, wouldn't that hurt me? So, I have to ask clearly." Ah Hua raised her head proudly and looked at Zhu Youlang proudly, with an expression of "Am I smart? Come and praise me quickly."

"Hahaha, not bad. I am worthy of being the daughter of the Public Security Bureau!" Zhu Youlang was amused by her expression and quickly praised her.

"It's still the emperor's sister-in-law!" Ah Hua added.

"Yes, yes, our Ahua status is very valuable."

"That's what it was."

"After talking for a long time, you didn't say who her daughter she was."

"She said that her father was Yang Wenruo, and the poem on the wall was written by her father."

Yang Wenwei? Yang Sichang?

Zhu Youlang was shocked when he heard this.

I didn't expect Yang Huiyi to be so big.

Yang Sichang, whose courtesy name was Wenruo, and his name was Ziwei. He called himself Feiweng and Fei Jushi. In his later years, he was named Ku'an. He was from Wuling, Huguang. He was the son of Yang He, the right minister of the Ministry of War and the governor of the three borders. In the 38th year of Wanli, he served as the Minister of War in the 10th year of Chongzhen. He entered the cabinet the following year and was deeply trusted by Emperor Chongzhen. Faced with the current situation of internal and external troubles, Yang Sichang proposed the strategy of "four fronts and six corners, ten sides to set up a net" to suppress the peasant army, and at the same time advocated peace with the Qing Dynasty. However, his plan failed. In the 12th year of Chongzhen, he went to Huguang as a "supervisor" as the "supervisor" minister. Although he defeated Zhang Xianzhong in Sichuan, he was then restrained by Zhang Xianzhong's tactics to cause the enemy and was exhausted. In the 14th year of Chongzhen, Zhang Xianzhong broke Xiangyang and killed King Xiang Zhu Yiming. Yang Sichang was already seriously ill. After hearing this news, he committed suicide and died in fear.

From the above resume, we can see that Yang Sichang was a rare soldier-knowing person during the Chongzhen period. Although he failed in the end and his intelligence was slightly insufficient, objectively speaking, it was not entirely because of his lack of talent. He was actually worried about internal and external troubles in the late Ming Dynasty, and his country was like paper. His ability was not enough to turn the tide, so failure was inevitable.

However, he can also sacrifice his life for the country. In terms of integrity, he is much better than most ministers.

Is this famous minister who has fallen to this?

Zhu Youlang was extremely shocked.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you stupid? Is this Yang Wenluo very famous?" Ah Hua asked when he saw Zhu Youlang half open his mouth and saw that his little hand was shaking in front of Zhu Youlang's eyes.

"Oh, that, Ah Hua, where has she been?" Zhu Youlang came to his senses and asked quickly.

“Go to the kitchen.”

“Kitchen?”

"Yes. I have a small kitchen myself. The dishes she cooks are very suitable for my taste, so if I eat in the store, she will cook them. Brother, try it, the dishes she cooks are so delicious." Ah Hua said.

"Ahua, I will eat skewers today, and I won't eat anything else." Zhu Youlang refused.

He can't eat it randomly.

Today he wants to eat skewers. Eunuchs and guards have already gone to the kitchen to supervise the work. From the selection of ingredients, the use of ingredients to the baking process, people will check it out. It is safe to eat such things.

Before Yang Huiyi's identity was confirmed, even if she could make delicious food from heaven, Zhu Youlang would not dare to eat it.

"See Mr. Huang." Yang Huiyi came, and Ah Hua introduced her to Mr. Huang.

"Miss Yang, please give up the gift." Zhu Youlang waved his hand and signaled Yang Huiyi to give up the gift.

Out of respect for Yang Sichang, he called Yang Huiyi a girl.

"I don't dare." Yang Huiyi stood up and walked to Dai Yihua to stand still.

Zhu Youlang looked at Yang Huiyi carefully.

Seeing that she is tall and has a wide skeleton, she is slightly fat and agile, she is obviously the physique of a northerner.

Looking at the face, I looked very beautiful, with my lying eyebrows, straight nose bridge, beautiful skin tone, and watery. The most special thing is that the distance between my eyebrows and eyes is slightly wider than that of ordinary people.

Her beauty is different from Ahua's beauty. Ahua has a cheerful and carefree personality, unlike the delicateness of a Han woman, with a heroic spirit.

Yang Huiyi's beauty is cold and elegant, and her style. Although she looks at her underwear, her calm and arrogant temperament is overwhelming.

Beauties with this temperament are usually arrogant and scheming, and ordinary people cannot catch their eyes on her.

When Zhu Youlang saw her appearance, he felt moved: "This woman's origin is suspicious and will never be as simple as Ah Hua said. She put grass at the door of the hotel to bury her mother, obviously to impress Ah Hua, and it is also accurate that Ah Hua would not drive her away in a hasty way; her higher cooking skills obviously also understood Ah Hua's foodie nature; she hanged her characters in Ah Hua's tea room and wrote a poem by Yang Sichang, so it's hard to say whether it was to attract my attention. After all, not everyone can come to Ah Hua's third floor. If the original intention was to get close to me, she would have something to do."

"In addition, Yang Sichang's hometown is from Wuling, and he is from the south. Why is her skeleton so big? Judging from her facial features, it is very similar to Manren."

"Also, her mother had just died for half a month, so she had to take Qi Rong in front of her? Could it be that the deceased was not her mother? It is not difficult to get a female corpse casually. If you can't even afford a coffin, should you carry vegetables? Even if the food here is good, you can't keep it so plump in half a month, right? Her skin is so supple?"

These suspicious points piled up, and Zhu Youlang frowned: "Is this person really Yang Sichang's daughter? Why did she approach Ahua deliberately? To get close to me? If she wants to get close to me, then is she trying to gain wealth or harm me?"

"If you want to harm me, you can imagine that there must be many people behind this series of operations."

Humph! I thought a beauty could make me mess up? I thought beautifully!
Chapter completed!