C46 I'm a Good Student Right

After sending his cheap father away, Tang Yue returned to his room. Wang Zizhao's room was next to his. He didn't expect that he would be neighbors with the prince. It was a good feeling.

The room was very comfortable. It was still low-key and luxurious. Tang Yue was tired for the whole day, so he went to bed early.

Early the next morning, Tang Yue was woken up before dawn. He jumped out of bed in a daze and asked, "Did the patient have a postoperative reaction?"

There was a servant kneeling in the room. He was shocked by Tang Yue's reaction. He quickly lied on the ground and answered, "No. Wang Zizhao has breakfast at dawn every day. The steward asked the servant to inform young master."

Tang Yue's mind was still not clear. "Morning? What time is that?" He rubbed his hair and found that it was tied in a knot. He pulled it a few times in frustration and the pain made his scalp go numb.

But at last, his brain was stimulated and he woke up completely.

"Oh, this is asking me to get up and cook for Wang Zizhao. Is there a need to be so early?" Tang Yue muttered softly, then began to change his clothes.

The servant rushed forward to help. Tang Yue found that his hands and feet were quite nimble, and he did not smell as fragrant as the maid, so he felt at ease letting him serve him.

Prince Zhao's Mansion's kitchen was very big. Tang Yue thought that it was a public kitchen, and only after asking did he know that the huge territory was only for Wang Zizhao alone.

He clicked his tongue and rolled up his sleeves to start working. He was used to someone's pride anyway, so he didn't feel jealous.

The butler watched from the side and was frightened. He asked in a low voice, "Tang young master, why don't you tell the chefs to do it?"

Tang Yue was striking eggs when he heard him. He glanced at him and said, "Sure, but you have to promise that I won't be blamed by your master. He said that I have to do it myself."

Do you know what it means to make it with your own hands?

The housekeeper's face twitched. He laughed embarrassedly and retreated to the side. However, his eyes were fixed on Tang Yue's hand, as if he was afraid that Tang Yue would poison him.

Tang Yue planned to make an egg rice for Wang Zizhao, then a bowl of soybean milk and a bowl of wonton. It was enough for him to eat until he was full.

There were all kinds of dishes in Wang Zizhao's kitchen, and they looked very fresh. They must have been picked early in the morning and bought.

He took a handful of vegetables and washed them. Just as he was about to cut them, he remembered something and asked, "If I make breakfast now, won't it be cold when Wang Zizhao wakes up?"

... "" The butler looked at the sky and answered innocently, "No way. It is only two hours before the departure of Chen. young master needs to speed up. I wonder which dishes you are going to make?"

Tang Yue paused and secretly complained, Whose breakfast would take two hours to make?

"Egg rice, soybean milk, and wonton. An hour is enough for them to be bald."

"This... only three?" The butler was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Isn't this enough? How much can your master eat? What is his usual breakfast?"

The butler began counting with his fingers. Tang Yue felt dizzy. There were five types of grilled meat and more than three types of food. He couldn't even count all the different types of food.

Was he planning to make a Manchu Han banquet for one person?

"Your master is a pig?" Tang Yue asked in a bad mood.

The butler's expression changed. He straightened his face and scolded, "young dandy, please pay attention to your words."

Tang Yue had forgotten that pigs in this era were not cute. They were not words that could be used by jokes. He humbly admitted his mistake. "I was wrong. Please forgive me."

He changed the topic. "However, Wang Zizhao is in the middle of recuperation. It is not suitable for him to eat big fish and big meat, so it is better to follow my menu."

He stuck out his chest and said with a determined face, "Fortunately I stayed behind. Otherwise, if I were to be fed by you like this, it would be difficult for your master to recover from his injuries."

"Is that really the case?" Guan Family was shocked. Could it be that Wang Zizhao's injuries could not be healed entirely because of the wrong dishes cooked by Chef?

But their recipes had been approved by Imperial Medical Office.

Tang Yue answered affirmatively, "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do!"

"Of course I believe you. Just do as young dandy says." When the butler thought of the bleak dishes on his master's table in the next month, he blamed himself.

How could such a simple recipe be served on Wang Zizhao's table?

Tang Yue was secretly pleased in his heart. If you let your father serve you, don't even think about eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

He made breakfast for both of them. The butler thought that it was for Wang Zizhao and was rather satisfied. He thought to himself, At least the amount is not too bad.

When Tang Yue went to look for Wang Zizhao with the breakfast for the two of them, Wang Zizhao had already woken up. He sat quietly on the bed and read a book. The morning light shone on his face.

"Ahem... Stop reading. Let's eat first." Tang Yue placed the plate on the small table on his bed. He sat on the bed and divided half of the food for the two of them.

Wang Zizhao had a spoon in his hand. He asked uncertainly, "Why are you sitting here?"

"Let's eat." Tang Yue took a small wonton. It was very thin and had a big stuffing. He also added shrimp kernels to it. It tasted great, but he could only use bean curd to replace the wonton skin. It was not smooth enough.

Seeing that Wang Zizhao wasn't going to do anything, Tang Yue scooped up a wonton for him. "Eat it quickly. Try my cooking. I promise you that I will let you have a good taste."

Wang Zizhao really wanted to ask someone to come in and throw this rascal out, but he gave up on it because the delicious food was indeed tempting.

He put the wonton that Tang Yue scooped aside and tasted one himself. His eyes immediately became a little surprised and also a little surprised.

It was not that he had never eaten meat paste before, but he had never thought that the meat paste could be so delicious. Even the soup was incomparably delicious.

The Egg Fried Rice was also very beautiful. The orange-yellow outer skin looked very delicious. After the spoon was cut, the rice grains mixed with green vegetables also gave people an appetite.

"How does it taste?" Tang Yue saw that he liked to eat it and asked complacently.

Wang Zizhao chewed slowly and swallowed the food in his mouth before nodding. "Not bad."

The two simple words were already a great affirmation of Tang Yue's culinary skills. Tang Yue smiled happily and said, "That should be enough for tuition, right?"

Wang Zizhao put down the spoon, took the cup of water from the servant, and rinsed his mouth. Then he pointed to a box in the corner and said, "The words should be in the box. Go and get a roll. Let's begin."

Tang Yue followed his finger and saw that there was an extra box in the corner. There was a pile of bamboo slips. It gave people a headache.

It was a day without paper. Even learning how to read was amazing.

He finally knew why the knowledge level in this era was low. When bamboo slips that occupied such a place were placed in the house, most people would not be able to lay their feet on the ground.

Tang Yue was not really illiterate after all. Wang Zizhao only said a lot of words once. He had a sudden feeling of realization. If he did not remember it by combining it with his dictionary and vivid hieroglyphs, he would not be able to remember it.

If he had not seen that Tang Yue could not read in advance, Wang Zizhao would have thought that he had been deceived.

An hour later, Tang Yue happily pushed the sand table in front of Wang Zizhao. "What do you think? My student is pretty good, isn't he? Will I embarrass you?"

This sand table was specially made by Wang Zizhao. When there was no paper, it was best to practice writing.

Wang Zizhao stared at the words on the sand table and pointed out a few small mistakes. Then he asked, "Do you really not know how to write in the past?"

Although these words were not good, they did not look like beginners.

Tang Yue's mind spun and he smiled shyly. "Since I was young, I wanted to learn how to write. Unfortunately, no one taught me, so I had to copy other people's words by myself. I only know the shape and did not understand the meaning."

Wang Zizhao accepted this explanation. This could also explain why Tang Yue's words had many small mistakes. It should be because he had not learned well in the past.

If Tang Yue knew what he thought, he would definitely laugh. He was just habitually following some habits from his previous life.

Tang Yue roughly counted the words he learned today. There were over a hundred words today. There were at least a thousand words in that box. It would be about time for him to learn the common words.

After the study time ended, Wang Zizhao continued with his work while Tang Yue brought his men to study the ink.

The ink was not as simple as a brush. He only knew the main ingredients. As for how to do it, he still had to rely on these ancient people to experiment over and over again.

On the first day, they couldn't even make black ink. Tang Yue thought dejectedly, It looks like it's hard to open the golden finger. After all, he was not omnipotent. He knew everything.

For dinner, he cooked wild chicken stew on Wang Zizhao's table. There was a big steak of sauce, golden shrimp balls, garlic scallops. There was vegetables and a steamed bass.

Wang Zizhao was still very satisfied with the food. In fact, he had eaten most of the ingredients on the table, but the taste and appearance of Tang Yue's hands were completely different.

He didn't know where he had learned this skill from.

Tang Yue should be glad that information was not developed in this era. Not only was the transmission slow, but it was also very difficult to find out. This body's only family member had died. There were not many people who came into contact with it, so it was understandable that the Tang Yue in other people's mouths was different from him.

Of course, Wang Zizhao and Yueyang Marquis were very puzzled that he knew so much about the things beyond the era, but the former needed his talent, and the latter wanted him to know everything. Naturally, they tacitly did not treat Tang Yue as a monster.