"Is Chicao'er better today?!" Zhang Lun looked at the ceiling with a dull look and thought about it, an elderly voice came.

When Zhang Lun heard this, he knew that this was his great father. Chihu'er was his nickname, and now only Old Zhang dared to call him this family.

"The grandson is much better..." I still have to say this politeness, let alone the grandson now.

Even Zhang Mao’s age is worth Zhang Lun’s gift.

Emperor Hongzhi was considered an emperor who worked hard to govern. In addition to the morning court, he also resumed the evening court.

Zhang Mao came back next evening. I heard that his grandson seemed to be crazy for a while today and cursed on the roof.

The old Duke was almost frightened, but he let go of his heart when he said that his grandson was fine now.

Although the old man has a lot of wives and concubines, his son has seven grandsons and ten grandsons, he is the only one of his legitimate sons and eldest grandsons!

"Oh, it's fine! Otherwise, I don't know how to explain to your grandma, Ruier..."

The old Duke turned his head and seemed to wipe the corners of his eyes before turning back: "I heard that you are sick again today?"

Zhang Lun smashed his mouth and felt that if this matter was not resolved, it would probably be regarded as a lunatic in the future.

Besides, your body is from this era, and your soul is not! There must be a reason to explain the past, otherwise you will be treated as a madman.

"Big Father, I'm not sick these days..."

The old Duke thought he was going to be a bad guy, and his grandson was going to continue going crazy!

Zhang Lun looked at his old man's eyes and quickly said, "My grandson is a night dream, and he is enlightened! He is crazy under his thousands of thoughts."

"Ah? Ah!" The old Duke was really stunned this time. He didn't expect his grandson to come up with this.

Zhang Mao was really scared. Of course, he still refused to believe it.

The ancestral tomb of the old Zhang family is smoking?! I dreamed of the gods at night, this has never happened since ancient times.

Or, there are always people who say that they dream of gods at night.

From the Later Zhou Dynasty to the early Northern Song Dynasty, the prime minister Fan Zhifan Wensu was born when his mother dreamed of a god and taught a pen.

Zhang Sanfeng, the previous dynasty, killed several bandits on the road. He was summoned by Emperor Yuan and said that his ability was "a night dream of gods and man teaching fists."

However, the old Duke's expression clearly said, "This stupid grandson is sick again!"

"Ah~! You're so good at it! Come on... have a meal first!" The old Duke was not obsessed with this topic, so he quickly called the butler to bring all the food.

Alas~ My grandson is really pitiful. My seven-year-old mother is gone, but now my father is gone.

"Old Zhou, I'll invite the imperial physician to see Chihu'er tomorrow..."

The old country's public looked at Zhang Lun with a compassionate expression, and finally couldn't help but turn around and whisper to his butler.

Zhang Lun was covered in black lines. After finally finishing the meal, he slipped out of Zhang Mao's sad eyes and went back to his house to sleep.

Along the way, I heard words like "Oh... After the master left, the young master was a little crazy and pitiful. The young master was so beautiful..."

Zhang Lun bared his teeth and pointed at the dark place: "You! Come here for me for the young master!"

"Hey~hey~" Someone in the dark seemed to fall, and then ran over with his waist.

Zhang Lun was about to shave his ears and let him see what a playboy is. But suddenly his stomach sounded "gurgling..."

Well...this is a bit embarrassing.

"Where is the kitchen?" We are the young master. We can't eat any more without eating enough?! This is fourteen years old, just when we grow up!

This servant dared not say much. The Zhang family is a martial arts family! I'm anxious and I can't cry even if I cut you off.

My husband doesn’t know, but my husband will get sick!

He quickly led Zhang Lun to the kitchen.

The cook, the cooks hadn't left yet, and they were panicked when they saw the young master coming over. They trembled and knelt all over the ground.

"Get up~! Leave two people to fight, everyone else goes out!"

Seeing this, the fat chef stood up and whispered: "Young Master, you are a nobleman in Jin, this food..."

"I want to do it myself!" Zhang Lun's peach blossom phoenix still had a little momentum when he glared at him, and the fat chef immediately did not dare to speak.

"Tea, go and get some tea for me!" Zhang Lun smashed his mouth: "Come the spices! Star anise, bay leaves, cinnamon..."

The servant looked bitter and said, "Mr., where is this tea in my husband..."

"Let's find Butler Zhou to get it, I can't get you, and I will peel you off!"

Zhang Lun said, the servant quickly jumped out, "I'll let you go~" and said, "I'll cut you off, he'll really cut you off!"

"You want Pu'er!" Zhang Lun quickly added, turned his head to the chef, and the chef shouted, "Egg, find me twenty eggs!"

Zhang Lun is preparing to make a tea egg.

Tea eggs! Zhang Lun felt that his saliva was about to stay. At this moment, tea eggs were just snacks in some parts of Jiangnan.

Not to mention the north, there are not many people eating this even in Jiangnan.

Moreover, the Jiangnan tea eggs are very rough at this moment. They are made of old tea and salt. They are cooked and taken out to eat.

Where can I get so many spices? Add a piece to cook five-spice tea eggs!

Gently tap the shell to crack, this method must be carefully considered. The egg shell should be cracked, but it cannot be broken.

The distribution is evenly enough so that it can taste better. Therefore, this process was operated by Zhang Lun himself.

After knocking it carefully, Zhang Lun put the eggs into the casserole with boiling water.

I added two more spoons of water, watched the water slowly boil and simmer for about a quarter of an hour, then turned off the heat and let it cool down to make it taste good.

"Mr., what kind of egg is this?! It smells so good!"

The chef and the cook leaned over with bright eyes, and Zhang Lun glared at them: "Don't steal food! This is for my eldest father!"

The chef and the chef shivered and nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at the rice.

"I'll go back to sleep for a while first. My eldest father got up and asked me to go and call me when he was about to come up!"

Emperor Hongzhi is a good emperor.

It’s just that I’m a little too diligent. I have to go back to the evening court every day.

In the later period, there were even two "platform summons" every day in addition to morning and evening, for fear of backlog of state affairs.

Zhang Lun even felt that Emperor Hongzhi only lived in his thirties and probably had a lot to do with his overwork.

The tea eggs were cooked very smoothly. Although they were thirsty, Zhang Lun still jumped up the moment the servant came to call him.

When they got into the kitchen, the chef and the chef were already very consciously grinding the soy milk with a small stone mill.

Zhang Lun nodded with satisfaction, then took a small casserole and started cooking soy milk.

The tea eggs were already tasty for half a night. After the soy milk boiled, it added two spoons of sugar and poured them into a basin and let the chef take them out.

Zhang Mao had already changed his court uniform at this time and was about to deal with it and went to court for a few puffs.
Chapter completed!