As soon as Zhang Qiaoan said this, the pedestrians on the road nodded.

The topic suddenly changed from children not listening to lessons and doing something wrong to "Gu Ji"'s flattery conference, and of course, there were criticisms.

"It is said that it is to prepare new dishes for the Buddha Bath Festival, but the meat is served every day too little. In the past, I made fifty furnaces just for dinner, but now I only had fifty furnaces in a whole day. What's enough?"

"That's right, I'm busy with errands and often miss meals. I just point to the 'Gu Ji's meat fire to help my life every day. I have to consume seven or eight of them a day. Now even the meat fire is bright, so I can only buy two of them per person. Is it enough to get between my teeth?"

"You are so embarrassed to say that one person is limited to two, but you guys have so many servants at home. You guys send more than ten people out to buy them every day, and you still go out every day. Can't you think about what to do if we guys who can't call many servants at home?"

The last complaint was a minor official from the Ministry of Personnel.

The Ministry of Personnel has heavy responsibilities. These little officials are not allowed to be idle every day. They work until midnight to rest. They have to go to work early in the morning and can only queue up at noon. In the past, they can be queued up in the past few days. They have not even arrived at noon every day, and the stove is empty.

When the middle-aged scholar saw this, he was not showing his face, but he was a little surprised. It seemed that he had chosen the wrong location, but it was okay. Anyway, no one would believe what Fan Baole said or listened to.

He looked up at Fan Baole and the maid beside him. The servant glanced at him and said in a cold look: "Okay, I'm too lazy to waste my lips and tongue. Fan Baole, I think in a few years, your best ending is to go to prison. Maybe this head full of shit cannot be saved. Tell Fan Dong that his son, let alone me, even if he invites Confucian scholars in the world, Yun Zizhan can't teach him, and no one in the world can teach him. If Fan Dong really cares about the reputation of the Fan family, he will strangle the disaster to death as soon as possible..."

“Hey hey.”

Yun Zizhan rolled his eyes and took his feet back from the door of Gu's house. He looked at the door with lingering eyes, but turned around helplessly, looked at the child first, frowned, "Why does this face look so annoying?"

He thought to himself, this little thing... really looks like that person.

It is the late emperor who has always been regarded as his close friend by the world.

However, this child has such a look. If he can become an official in the court in the future, he might easily catch the eyes of His Majesty today.

All kinds of distracting thoughts flashed by, and the old man took a deep breath, raised his head and glared at the middle-aged scholar, "I have recruited you or provoked you. Even if I, Yun Zizhan, admit that I can't teach this child, I will have a headache even if I see such a big child. Then I can't say that no one can teach me what I can't teach me!"

"I can't teach my nephews and nephews at home, and they can't teach them well. Why? No one can teach my nephews or nephews? In the future, they will be in prison and lose their heads. I want to keep the reputation of our Yun family. My dear nephews and nephews have to add two nieces and five little nieces, all of them will be strangled to death?"

"I don't know what kind of temperament this kid is, but since he likes the snacks of "Gu Ji", he has at least tastes it. I think this kid will definitely have a future."

The scholar's mind was blocked and his face changed suddenly. He looked at Yun Zizhan up and down, and sneered: "You old man, are you so rude? Who can tolerate you to speak nonsense here! What a person like Master Yun, you can also talk about it?"

Yun Zizhan was stunned: "What kind of person can I be? Two eyes, one nose, and one mouth, and not three heads and six arms. He must be not a god."

At this moment, the fat guy finally broke free from the control of the maid beside him, rushed over and kicked the scholar's butt.

He seemed to have used his strength to stumble forward two steps, and his chin hit the ground, and his mouth was filled with blood.

The fat little boy Fan Baole spat twice: "You are just a thief, a thief leader. It's not enough to steal our family's money. He also discussed stealing our family heirloom. Humph, dream about you, I'd known you were not a good thing! I'll see you beat you once, and you dare to come to my house to cheat food and drink, and lied to my parents, and I'll kill you!"

The scholar was so painful that he couldn't speak. Yun Zizhan was stunned. Then, a smile appeared on his face, and he walked over with big strides, picked up the fat man and threw it on his shoulders, and walked towards Gu's door with big strides.

"Sanniang, Sanniang open the door quickly, hahahaha, I picked up a baby egg. This doll will definitely be promising if it is raised."

Gu Xiang had heard the movement inside, but there was a mess outside. Qiu Li and the others were all looking for peace and preparing for tomorrow's stage. They were meditating in the quiet room one by one. Her heart that wanted to watch the fun and listen to gossip was still suppressed.

The program of the Buddha Bath Festival was proposed, planned, written scripts, and directed by her. Now that the actors are so attentive, she just doesn’t follow her nervousness, and it’s hard to hold people back.

At this time, he heard Yun Zizhan's loud noise, Gu Xiang came out to open the door in person. As soon as he opened the door, he smiled and said, "Has Mr. Yun come to you one day?"

In a word, Yun Zizhan heard it and was almost burst into tears.

He carried the child, ignoring the other servant, shouting tremblingly from behind, and went straight into the door, headed to the kitchen, looked around, and finally found a stone bench closest to the kitchen, sat down, threw the child to the side, then raised his head and looked at Gu Xiang.

Gu Xiang: "..."

She didn't struggle. She had seen the ability to cheat on the old man for a long time and didn't want to reason with him at all. She went straight to the kitchen and brought out a "rouge wool snow" that had just been made.

In fact, it is stewed with white radish.

It's simple to say, but the radish was stewed with seafood broth. At first glance, the radish was a whole, but in fact it was cut into extremely thin pieces, and it was picked up and melted in the mouth. The whole thing was like a solid soup.

The ham is steamed soft and glutinous, unlike the usual marinated until it is salty and hard. Gu Xiang’s ham is made by himself and cut into small pieces and crystal clear. At first glance, it looks like pink gems covered with Venus.

If this is rouge, it might be possible to sell a box of 100 taels of silver, and there are all suspicions who are willing to pay for it and buy it home.

Gu Xiang sighed, and turned around and saw Yun Zizhan scoop down with a spoonful, scooped away half of the ham, rolled it all into his mouth, and his eyes were filled with food.

"Sanniang, this dish is too small, not enough to be stuffed between teeth!"

Gu Xiang: "…hehe."

This is what is called the so-called Confucian scholars in the world and the role model of scholars. Yun Zizhan, who is said to be half of the elegance in the world?
Chapter completed!