Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 236 The Plain World

   Zhao Ming was silent for a while and then said, "If there is any news from the paper mill, let me know."

   He was not used to sitting, so he got up and said goodbye, "I'll go back first."

   Zhao Hanzhang habitually retained, "Isn't Uncle going to leave after dinner?"

   "Have dinner?" Zhao Ming glanced at her and asked, "We'll just sit like this for the rest of the day?"

   Zhao Hanzhang stopped talking, and pulled Fu Tinghan to send him out together. She found out that Zhao Ming really liked Fu Tinghan, and his face was three-pointed when facing him, not like when he faced her.

   Zhao Ming said as he walked out, "Don't bother about the iron pan and soybean oil."

   "Oh." Zhao Hanzhang replied yes, but if she didn't listen, Fu Tinghan probably knew.

   Zhao Ming didn't know whether to believe it or not, but he left anyway.

  The snow scene is so beautiful, it is a good time to enjoy it.

Zhao Ming returned home, stood in front of the window and watched the snow for a while, then he summoned his long followers and handed him a stack of invitations: "The snow should stop tonight, you can send a few posts out and invite them tomorrow. Enter the garden to enjoy the snow."

   Chang Sui took the post and bowed back.

   Zhao Ming called the housekeeper and asked, "How many new dishes do you use iron pots?"

   Without waiting for the butler to answer, he said, "Let the kitchen prepare. Tomorrow I will have a banquet in the garden, and let them make stir-frying dishes. The dishes served must be delicious and not cold, and they are all cooked with soybean oil."

  The housekeeper was stunned for a moment and then responded.

   Zhao Ming said: "If there are not enough people and pots, go to the old house to borrow them."

   The butler responded and waited for a while, then bowed and stepped back when he saw that Zhao Ming had no other orders.

   Mr. Wang agreed without even thinking about it, and even lent the chef who was the best at cooking.

   She has been recommending wok and soybean oil to her wives, but with little success, there are even rumors that she is willing to risk her life to eat soybean oil every day in order to support her daughter.

  Wang: …Everyone doesn’t eat less beans on weekdays. You can eat tofu and bean sprouts. Why can’t you eat soybean oil?

   At this moment, there is finally someone who admires his face, and Mrs. Wang can't wait to prepare all the dishes for everyone.

   Zhao Ming, courtesy name Zinian, Zhao's spokesman for the younger generation in Yuzhou, he wanted to treat a guest to dinner, and no one could refuse.

   All who received the post graciously complied.

   has been reluctant to leave, just sent a caravan back to Shu, and he also brought a few guards to stop here Zhu Chuan also received the post.

He is happy to go to Zhao's Wubao, but he lives in the manor outside the Song family's city. To go to Zhao's Wubao, he has to enter the county town and walk from the city gate to the city gate to get out of the city. At the city gate, he met Fu Tinghan who was about to leave the city.

  The two cars ran opposite each other.

  Because Zhao Ming mentioned the paper mill yesterday, Fu Tinghan decided to visit it today.

   It snowed for a long time and in the middle of the night. At this time, the earth was completely covered in plain, and when we left the county town, it was all white.

  Fu Tinghan was wearing a cape and sitting in the car with his stove in his arms. Occasionally, he glanced outside and saw that the sky and the earth were all white. He deliberately stopped the car. He got out of the car and stepped on the snow making a creaking sound.

   He is not uncommon for such heavy snow, but it is the first time he has seen such a perfect snow scene where the sky and the earth are all white.

  Fu Tinghan stepped on the snow and walked slowly forward, but her mind drifted far away. Hanzhang rarely saw such snow. Does she know that the snow scene outside the city is so beautiful?

   Heaven and earth are very quiet, and still very far away. People walking in the snow are as small as a little ant.

   They are now non-stop, can they really change the history in Hanzhang's memory, save Yuzhou, and let it not be destroyed by the troubled times?

  Fu Tinghan stopped and looked at the end of the sky as far as he could see. In front of nature, people are so insignificant. How could they play a role in the original historical process?

   Fu Tinghan stood on the side of the road and stared into the distance in a daze. A carriage came from a distance, slowed down when it got close, and finally stopped by the roadside.

  Fu An stood by and watched alertly.

   Zhu Chuan lifted the curtain, saw Fu Tinghan and laughed: "Why is Mr. Fu Dalang standing on the side of the road, is there a problem with the car?"

  Fu An saw that Lang Jun was still in a daze, so he reached out and pushed him, "Lang Jun."

  Fu Tinghan came back to his senses, but he was still a little dumbfounded, and turned his head to look at him.

  Fu An motioned him to look back, "It's the young masters."

  Fu Tinghan turned around, only to see Zhu Chuan, he was curious, "Why are you here?"

   This is a bit rude, but Zhu Chuan didn't care, but smiled: "Zhao's son Ming is holding a banquet at the mansion, I'm going to attend, why, didn't Mr. Fu Dalang receive the post?"

  Fu Tinghan shook his head honestly. After a little thought, he understood why Zhao Ming was hosting a banquet. It seemed that although Zhao Ming disapproved of Hanzhang, he worked for her in private.

   Does this count as being straight?

  Fu Tinghan couldn't help but smile, he asked the coachman to take the carriage aside and let Zhu Chuan go first, "You sons, let's go first."

  Zhu Chuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fu Tinghan, who had no strange expression on his face, and suddenly felt a little ashamed. He did not rush to leave, but asked, "Fu Dalang-jun is traveling in the cold winter, don't know where to go?"

  Fu Tinghan paused and said, "Go to the other courtyard to have a look."

  The two were speechless again.

  Fu Tinghan suddenly misses Zhao Hanzhang a little bit. With her around, the scene will not cool down.

  Fu Tinghan looked at Zhu Chuan innocently, hoping that he would leave quickly.

   Zhu Chuan actually understood what he meant. After being stunned for a while, he couldn't help laughing. He raised his hand in a salute and said, "Then don't disturb Mr. Fu Dalang, and leave first."

  Fu Tinghan returned the salute, and when he saw him getting in the car, he started walking by himself.

  Fu An hurriedly followed behind, and the coachman also pulled the carriage to follow.

Zhu Chuan, who was sitting in the car, opened the curtains and looked out. He saw him walking slowly forward on the snow. Two servants and one car followed behind him, not disturbing him. At this moment, he himself seemed to be walking forward. A world of its own.

   The legends are thoughtful.

  Chang Sui Jian thought for a long time, and he couldn't help but called out, "Lang Jun?"

  Zhu Chuan returned to God, lowered the curtain, "Let's go."

  The carriages of the families also moved. Fu Tinghan had already forgotten him, and even forgot Fu An and the driver who followed him. No one knew what was going on in his head.

  Fu An shrank his neck and followed behind, only stepping forward when he needed to make a turn to signal to his family that it was time to turn.

The three of them walked slowly to the papermaking workshop. Fortunately, the papermaking workshop was not very far from the city gate. It was right next to a village in Zhao Hanzhang’s house. Here are all her tenants and long-term workers. There is also a river where the papermaking workshop was built. Downstream of the river, not very far from Zhuangzi.

   There are puddles one by one in the workshop. When the craftsman saw Fu Tinghan, he immediately went up to meet him, "Lang Jun, the materials in the three pits are all soaked with the fibers you mentioned."

  Fu Tinghan slowly recovered, nodded and said, "Go and have a look."

   (end of this chapter)