Wu Sidao thought Mo Ran was very interesting: "Can the county prince keep this person for me? I want to ask him more questions."

Lao Shi said: "Be careful, this guy is very arrogant, be careful if he bites you back, so keep a close eye on him."

Wu Si said: "Master, don't worry. I will make him so that even the prince won't recognize him in person."

The big-hearted Lao Shi was immediately relieved.

He turned around and looked at Ninth Brother.

Lao Jiu is so skinny that he has no human shape.

This disease consumes people's vitality. They vomit every day, have diarrhea, and have fever. Even good people can't bear it.

What's more, he drank too much medicine, and Master Jiu was so naughty that he couldn't eat anything. It was daytime, and he hadn't started to have an attack yet. He just lazily knocked the porridge handed by the eunuch to the ground and coughed violently.

Lao Shi came in and said, "Brother Ninth... you should clean up quickly." There was an unpleasant smell in the house.

His Ninth Brother, who is as gorgeous as an immortal in heaven, is now as thin as a handful of firewood. The corners of his lips are slightly raised, and he says briskly: "Brother, tell me what you want to eat. I'll get it for you, dragon liver and phoenix marrow."

Take your pick.”

Lao Jiu rolled his eyes at him angrily: "As a brother, I don't want anything else but a cup of milk tea made by your family Fujin."

Lao Shi said: "This is easy to do. I remember that I learned from the person who was waiting in front of me. I just learned it well and I think it's OK. You can try it and see if it works."

"What do you think it's good for? Why don't you say it's delicious?" Lao Jiu laughed. He only felt like a living person after talking to his younger brother every day. It was enough to see the eyes of the eunuchs and doctors looking at the dead with sadness.

Lao Eleven hurriedly ran to find Yuan Wense: "Bring me two cups of milk tea, sir. I want to drink it."

Yuan Wense didn't think much about it. Other foods took up space, so he didn't do much. The milk was put in a baby milk bottle, but it contained a lot of it.

"Is there any good black tea?"

Lao Shi said: "Yes, follow Brother Ninth, there will be no shortage of these things." Lao Shi asked someone to bring in a small red clay stove, and Yuan Wense cooked a small pot of milk tea.

Milk tea tastes good, but Lao Shi doesn't particularly like drinking it because he doesn't have much love for sweet things and prefers salty, spicy meat.

But as a woman, the most important thing is to be sensible. If you don't ask more questions, don't ask.

Lao Shi went over with milk tea, and Jiuye drank half of the cup, "Finally, I can drink something human beings can drink, although the craftsmanship is still a bit inferior to that of my younger siblings."

This is what Phoenix did! What a lack of eyesight!

In fact, my Fujin just asks people to do it every time, and rarely reaches out to do anything herself. She just knows how to make recipes. In fact, the things she makes are probably not as good as those of the cook.

Lao Shi said: "Then my brother will watch people cook every day. If he can cook it, he will bring it to his brother."

Master Jiu said: "It doesn't have to be all about milk tea. Call someone over and see what he can cook. If nothing else, your Fujin is really good at making food."

Old Shi said, "Okay."

Then he turned around and asked Yuan Wense: "What can you do?"

The original text makes it clear immediately that she is a fake gourmet who only likes to eat but not cook with her own hands. Her ability to use her mouth is greater than her ability to use her hands: "It's okay to just boil milk. For the rest, the cook makes it better than me."
Chapter completed!