"Is the sauce cold?" Su Yu, who was wrapped up like a dumpling, blinked.
Stupid servant, how dare you mention the name of that idiotic person?! Today, I must teach this idiot a lesson! Its soft paws stepped forward and stepped on Su Yu's neck. Its amber eyes were full of anger.
An Hong-chul's body was still that of a small milk cat, only the size of a palm. Its round head was covered with soft fur, and it was sleeping in a mess. With such an image, how to put on a cold and dignified appearance was really an eternal problem …
At least the person involved, Su Yu, did not feel the slightest bit of "pressure from a superior". Holding back his laughter, Su Yu looked at the little thing that was about to explode. He understood cats quite well and knew that this fellow felt that he had invaded its territory and was ready to beat him up. He quickly reached out from under the blanket and pulled the little furball into his arms. He held down the four paws that were struggling and took the opportunity to kiss the top of its furry head. "Okay, okay, you can't sleep on such a big bed, so please be magnanimous and let me have a bit."
His soft lips were moist from the shower, and they warmly touched the top of his head. An Hong-chul was stunned for a long time. He slowly raised his head and happened to see a white neck with a little pink. This damn slave, actually, actually, kissed him …
The little golden ears were pressed back, and the side without fur was already completely red. An Hong-chul turned over and rubbed his head against Su Yu's inner shirt. Damn it, he actually wet his head and made him lose all of his dignity. How could he issue an edict like this? Hmph, I'll let him go today, but next time, he won't be so easy to fool.
Su Yu looked at the furball that was unwillingly curled into a ball in his arms and smiled silently. The north wind was still whistling outside the window. The usually cold blanket suddenly became different because of the addition of a small body.
The temple fair was not held every day, but the snack street in the west of the city was always there. It was just that business was better on every double day. It was best to set up this kind of specialty snack business in one place. Therefore, Su Yu did not move to another place. Every day, he would set up his stall under the big tree on time.
The chubby boy who wanted to buy a cat didn't appear again, and Su Yu gradually forgot about the three taels of silver. However, his official mother's Jhao Clan's health hadn't improved, which made him a little worried.
After working for about half a month, Su Yu saved up some money. He went to a pharmacy and bought several fifty-year-old ginseng roots. He also slaughtered an old hen to stew soup and sent it to his di mother.
A fifty-year-old ginseng cost a hundred taels of silver. Su Yu couldn't afford it, but he could buy a few ginseng roots. The official mother of the Jhao Clan actually didn't have any major health problems. In Su Yu's opinion, it was purely due to malnutrition. The food of the ancients was simple. Women ate very little. Once their bodies were weak, they were particular about not eating anything and not using anything. They lay down every day to recuperate. Even if they were not sick, they would be sick from hunger.
"Hey, Boss Su, you've made a lot of money recently." A tall figure blocked Su Yu's way and blocked a large area of light.
Su Yu frowned slightly and looked up. He saw a man with a face full of pimples. He stuck out his stomach and blocked the door to the backyard. In the eyes of the ancients, this face full of red pimples was a face full of scabies. The ancients ate a light diet. Being able to get pimples during puberty was enough to show how good and greasy the food was.
This greasy man was Su Yu's cousin, Su Ming.
"It's just a small business. I'll have to rely on you in the future." Su Yu didn't want to be entangled with him. The chicken soup didn't taste good when it was cold.
"Chicken soup." Su Ming had no intention of letting him go. He stretched his head to look at the bowl in Su Yu's hand. He almost buried his face in it and tasted it. "My mother is tired these days. It's just right for her to drink chicken soup. Cousin, you're thoughtful. Just leave it to me." As he spoke, he was about to snatch the bowl in Su Yu's hand.
Although Su Yu's figure was slender, compared to the tall and strong Su Ming, he was at a disadvantage. Seeing that the bowl was about to be snatched away, Su Yu gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his hand. Sure enough, Su Ming reached out to grab it. A bowl of boiling hot chicken soup suddenly poured out and covered Young Master Su's head.
"Ouch, it's scalding me!" Su Ming suddenly jumped up and shook his head to shake off the thing on his head.
"Cousin, if you want to drink it, just say it. Be careful not to burn your tongue." Su Yu pretended to be surprised and slowly adjusted his lapel.
An Hong-chul squatted on a nearby tree and quietly watched the farce. He had never seen such a straightforward and shameless method. He felt strange and didn't know what this little slave fish would do next.
"How dare you splash me!" There were still green onions on Su Ming's face, and the sticky chicken soup dripped down from his forehead. The front of his shirt was wet. His face was red with anger, and he waved his fist at Su Yu's face.
Su Yu was already prepared. He turned around and ran away. What a joke, he was just a cook, not a Wulin master.
"…" An Hong-chul was stunned for a long time. He thought that this guy had some tricks up his sleeve. He really overestimated him. Scratching his ears with his hind paws, the golden kitten jumped along the treetops to the top of the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, there was a pot of chicken soup. There was still some left after it was spilled. Su Yu filled another bowl and called the maidservant in his official mother's courtyard to carry it over so that he wouldn't be intercepted again.
The Jhao Clan had already heard about the small disturbance in the front yard. She held Su Yu's hand and looked at it for a long time, afraid that he would be scalded. Seeing that he was fine, she sneered and said, "These filthy things are getting more and more arrogant. Let them be for a few more days."
"Mother, I can make money now. If uncle inherits the title, you can go out with me and live alone." Su Yu took out a few pieces of newly exchanged silver from his sleeves and placed them on the kang table. These days, the squid was selling very well. Basically, they were selling three buckets a day. Thus, he exchanged a large amount of copper coins for silver and saved it.
The Jhao Clan looked at the small pieces of silver on the table and weighed them in her hand. It was about five taels. She pondered for a moment and said, "Do you still have the things you sold these days?" She knew that Su Yu went out to sell cooked food every day. She didn't expect that he could make so much money.
"Mother, do you want to try it? I'll go and grill a few skewers. " Su Yu smiled and got up to go out. This grilled squid was actually the favorite of women. Every day, the women of the rich families would send their servants to buy squid. They would buy a few handfuls at a time. It was his negligence that he didn't give it to his mother to try.
The Jhao Clan didn't stop him, nor did they refuse the silver. They just slowly finished the bowl of chicken soup and ordered Chun Cao to open the box. When Su Yu came back with a few skewers of grilled squid, he saw the Jhao Clan sitting on the main seat with a yellowed book in their hands.
The golden kitten jumped lightly on the wall of Dongcheng and soon arrived at Prince Zhao's residence.
Yu Laosi was listlessly collecting fish at the small side door. He didn't know what happened last month, but there was a big hole in his fish tank and all the fish in the tank were eaten by wild cats. It was a heavy loss for him. He estimated that he wouldn't be able to recover for half a year. When he saw the cats on the wall, he couldn't help but spit.
An Hong-chul wagged its tail and jumped from the wall into the Prince's residence. It familiarly found its way to the main courtyard. The courtyard was decorated with flowers and birds, water pavilions, and pavilions. It was luxuriously built. A young man wearing a light blue robe embroidered with a five-clawed silver dragon was sitting in the small pavilion in the courtyard. In front of him was a table full of delicious wine and food. This person was the current emperor's younger brother — — Prince Zhao.
"Prince, this is a freshly caught scallop. Please try it." An enchanting woman was attentively serving food to Prince Zhao. She used a delicate silver spoon to scoop out the meat from the shell. She dipped it in sauce and brought it to the man's mouth.
"Prince, eat this. It's a small yellow croaker roasted with perilla fruit. It was personally made by this concubine." Another beautiful woman was not willing to be outdone. She picked up a piece of fish and brought it over.
"Oh, delicious … …" Not knowing which one to eat, he directly put both into his mouth. His originally slightly chubby face suddenly bulged. He inadvertently looked up and saw the golden furball standing on the treetop. He immediately choked. "Cough, cough, cough … …"
"Prince, Prince!" The two women panicked. They quickly calmed him down and handed him water.
The golden kitten coldly looked at him. Its amber eyes were filled with disdain.
"Enough, enough!" Prince Zhao impatiently waved his hand, "Everyone withdraw for this prince. If you get in the way, how can I eat you!"
Everyone didn't dare to make a sound. They lowered their heads and filed out. The courtyard was soon empty.
An Hong-chul swaggered over and jumped onto the stone table. He squatted down in the middle of the table with an arrogant look. He looked at Prince Zhao who was eating until his mouth was covered in oil.
Prince Zhao had delicate features and was very handsome. However, because he had gained weight, he looked a little less dignified. At this moment, facing the palm-sized kitten, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt. He rubbed his hands and said, "That … Have you been well these past few days?"
The moon was high in the sky. Su Yu was holding a yellowed book as he walked back to his courtyard. He was still in a daze.
Today, after the Jhao Clan tasted his grilled squid, they had solemnly handed this secret book over to him. Su Yu also thought about it. The Su Family was a founding family. How could they be so poor that they didn't even have anything to eat? They must have some kind of family background. When he took the ancient book, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Perhaps this was a secret book on the art of war. After reading it, one could unify the world. Perhaps it was an internal strength cultivation method. After practicing it, one could become invincible. It could also be a treasure map left behind by his ancestors. Inside, there was a detailed record of the location of the thirty-six hidden treasures … …
With an inexplicably excited heart, Su Yu opened the first page of the ancient book. There were four large words written on it: "Su Family Cookbook"! Su Yu's mouth twitched as he put away the family heirloom. Then his mouth twitched even more as he listened to the history of the Su Family.
… … In the end, there was a difference between dreams and reality. And the difference was quite big … …
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