He floated on the roof of Zheng Mingquan's carriage in a lying position. Hao Xian couldn't help but be glad that he had mastered the new posture, otherwise he would have been exhausted if he wanted to run with the carriage...

However, he only has one soul now, maybe he won’t feel tired no matter how far he runs?

Too lazy to try.

As the carriage drove along, Hao Xianneng clearly felt that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around him.

If Zheng’s house was considered a wealthy businessman’s house, then the ones living in this place are probably the well-known and well-known official family.

The carriage was parked in front of a courtyard, and the servants sent greetings and gifts. After a while, the housekeeper came out to invite Zheng Mingquan in.

"See you sir!"

Zheng Mingquan was brought into the hall and saluted respectfully.

Hao Xian floated into the room and looked around.

"Well..." An old man sitting on the main seat was drooping and responding like a dozing day, "You sit down."

"Thank you for your seat!" Zheng Mingquan sat calmly on the old man's head, his butt only reached the edge of the chair.

"The tea leaves in the nearest seem to be as good as before?" the old man said inadvertently.

"The business is not very prosperous this year, and I also found that the tea I entered before was a bit disappointing, so I didn't send it to the adults immediately as soon as I received the good tea. I would like to ask you to taste it." Zheng Mingquan replied.

"It seems not just tea, but the housekeeper said he also sent a lot of other things over."

"It's all worthless gadgets, just don't dislike them."

"Well... I've come here, let's chat with me, the old man. How can everything be smooth lately?"

"It's very smooth to have an adult care!" Zheng Mingquandui said with a smile, and then showed a hint of distress, "It's just that the dog is difficult to discipline, and he is becoming more and more unwilling to listen to me."

"Just be a fight." The old man said disrespectfully.

"I've been fighting a lot." Zheng Mingquan answered sincerely.

Hao Xian couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Fortunately, the two of them couldn't see him or listen to him.

"...Why is he disobedient? If you just want to go to brothels or something, it's better to just go with him."

“He wants to learn cooking.”

"Learn from cooking? What's wrong with your son? Go and learn that bad..." The old man took a sip of tea, "I mean, go and learn that hard work?"

"I don't know what kind of devil he is. When I was a child, I followed me to go to the business. Whenever I went to a place, I liked to drill into the kitchen. I didn't think there was any problem at that time. Who knew that over the years, he still had to learn to cook! I hit him every few days. I was tired of hitting him, and I really couldn't beat him anymore, and I couldn't bear to ask others to hit him. How could this be good?" Zheng Mingquan said with a frown.

"You came to tell me this, did you decide to let him learn cooking?" the old man chuckled.

"Sure enough, my little thoughts cannot be hidden from my master." Zheng Mingquan flattered again, and then told the real purpose of giving gifts today. "It is well known that the chef in Prince Gong's mansion is superb. If the Dogzi is lucky enough to learn cooking there, he can learn real skills, and he will not suffer so much like going to a restaurant."

"Is Prince Gong's Mansion?" the old man pondered for a moment and said slowly, "I am indeed a little thin and can speak, but it is better to have to do something more before others are willing to teach well."

"That's of course. I will prepare whatever I need, and it depends on the instructions of the master." Zheng Mingquan said sensibly.

"Just understand." The old man nodded and took another sip of tea. "If he could become the imperial chef who was so kind to Emperor Gaozong like Zhang Dongguan in the past, it would be considered as a shining shining place."

【*Note: Emperor Gaozong of the Qing Dynasty, that is, Emperor Qianlong.】

"Thank you for your good words!"

After talking about the important matter, Zheng Mingquan started chatting with the old man. Although he was still trying his best to flatter him, his expression seemed a little relaxed than before, as if a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

Hao Xian sighed.

Poor parents in the world.

Master Zheng Xinwen's future cooking skills and achievements are inseparable from his experience of learning cooking at Prince Gong's Mansion. However, the one who helped him to send him to Prince Gong's Mansion was Zheng Mingquan, who had always opposed him to learn cooking, just to make his disobedient son suffer less setbacks when doing what he wanted to do.

Since he had figured out what Zheng Xinwen's father was doing when he went out, there was no need for Hao Xian to stay here and listen to him slap others in the rainbow, so he simply floated out and wanted to go to the air to overlook the city of Peking, which had been more than a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, when he reached the height of one floor, he found that he could not rise any further, so he had to return to the ground in a bad mood and began to return to Zheng Mansion alone along the way he came.

"Although it's quite easy to walk without walking, I can't touch anything in my soul state. When the traitor who harmed Master Zheng Xinwen appears, how should I stop him?" Hao Xian thought with distress while floating.

As if he wanted to answer this question, the golden light suddenly shone in front of him. When the light converged, the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra" appeared in front of him.

"Cooking A Dream! It's so good, I won't panic with you! Let me Kang Kang, what should I do next?"

Hao Xian happily picked up the kitchen scriptures, and after opening it, he found that there was a list of text on the task page:

[Soul Piercing (One-time): During this mission, you can possess an object and control his movements, with a time limit of fifteen minutes.]

Hao Xian breathed a sigh of relief and then frowned again.

Finally, I am not a whiteboard with no ability. At least I can rely on the power of the kitchen scripture to interfere in this era. But how to make good use of these only fifteen minutes will be the key to determining the success or failure of the task.

It seems that this is the only external trick that I can use in this starting mission. I can't leave Zheng Xinwen like this anymore. I have to go back quickly. Otherwise, if someone wants to attack him now, it would be too late to regret it!

Hao Xian drifted back to Zheng Mansion as fast as possible. Before he could enter Zheng Xinwen's house, he heard a shrill scream of "Ah".

"Not good!" Hao Xian hurriedly pounced in through the wall, and then his whole soul was stunned in mid-air.

I saw a blond little loli with pink and jade carvings treating Zheng Xinwen's wounds and said in less standard Chinese: "I know it hurts? Then don't always make Uncle Zheng angry."

"Anna, be gentle!" Zheng Xinwen begged for mercy with a bitter face.

"Disin it for you, stop calling, boys should be stronger!" said the blonde loli Little Anna with a stern face, "We Lucia's men never cried for this little injury!"

Hao Xian opened his mouth wide and it took him a while to restore his thinking ability.

Lucia...

Russia?

Russia?

Is it the name for Russia during the Qing Dynasty?

so……

Is this a furry girl?

Is this a furry girl?

Is this a furry girl?

Hao Xian stared at Zheng Xinwen who was lying on the bed and asked Anna to apply the wound to him. He closed his mouth and his expression gradually became unhappy.

Good Master Zheng, look at you with thick eyebrows and big eyes. I thought you were all focused on learning cooking, but there was actually a childhood sweetheart of a Mao girl?

Sour!
Chapter completed!