1336 You Can't Compete With Me

"The kitchen is ready? What is this? Ah? I ask you, does that Zhao Zicong eat the same? If so, I will eat it too!" Zhao Zijie was furious, pointing at the food in front of him, his hands were so angry Some trembling.

A bowl of Chinese cabbage that can't even see the oil and water, a plate of pickles, and a cup of egg soup that doesn't know how long it is, and a bowl of white rice!

This is the second son of the Zhao family who eats this?

Zhao Zijie couldn't be more angry, since he was born until now, when had he eaten such a thing, he overturned the food brought over, and poured all the food on the servant's head, and the food water flowed down his cheeks Face.

The slave didn't even dare to move, so he let the food soup flow down his cheeks and into his eyes. His eyes hurt so badly that he didn't dare to reach out to wipe them. He kowtowed and replied: "My lord!" Your servants also went to the kitchen to get food!"

When Zhao Yun'er went in, she happened to see such a scene, Zhao Zijie blushed with anger, and the servant lowered his head, trembling with fright.

Seeing Zhao Yuner go in, he screened off the servants.

"Brother, don't be angry, when you recover, come and teach those slaves who look down on people!" Zhao Yun'er hurriedly stepped forward to pat Zhao Zijie on the back to make him feel better.

"What a slave, I am also the young master of the Zhao family, but look, what do you eat every day! There is no meat or eggs, do you want me to become a monk!"

Zhao Zijie was filled with resentment.

Zhao Yun'er was also full of grievances: "Brother, my sister doesn't eat this! It's all vegetarian, not half as good as what we used to eat! Woohoo, brother, I really miss my mother, if I were a mother , she will definitely not let us be wronged!"

"We didn't succeed this time, and we don't know what will happen if mother finds out!" Zhao Zijie thumped off the bed, and said angrily, "That Gu Xiaowan is so hateful, if she hadn't shot something at me and bounced me off Get out, otherwise, I'm just a little bit, just a little bit!"

Zhao Zijie's face was full of regret, he was so regretful that he almost beat his chest.

"Brother, do you know what I heard just now?" Zhao Yun'er heard Zhao Zijie talk about Gu Xiaowan, and then she realized the purpose of her visit, and hurriedly said with aggrieved words: "Father is asking a matchmaker to help us arrange our marriage, but there is no one The matchmaker dares to accept Dad's post!"

"What?" Zhao Zijie quickly raised his body when he heard this, and looked at Zhao Yun'er in disbelief: "You said no one will match us?"

"Well! I also heard that there is a leader among those matchmakers, Li Matchmaker, who had dealt with Gu Xiaowan a few years ago. I heard that she would not pick up, and all the matchmakers would not dare to pick up. Brother, if the matchmaker really doesn't What should I do if I accept Dad's post!" Zhao Yun'er burst into tears.

Quickly wiped it with a handkerchief, the skin on the face pierced by Zuo's sharp blade was almost scabbed now, because the injury was not very deep, the doctor also said that there would be no scars, so Zhao Yun'er was relieved.

"Don't worry, Yun'er, the matchmaker won't pick me up, let's go find it ourselves! My sister is so good-looking, she will definitely find a good husband!" Zhao Zijie hurriedly went to comfort Zhao Yun'er, with a confident expression on his face.

After saying this, Zhao Yun'er blushed in embarrassment, beat Zhao Zijie with her small fist, and said angrily: "Brother, what are you talking about? When did my sister say she was going to get married!"

The shy look on his face seemed to be worrying just now that he was not the one who was no matchmaker for him!

Zhao Zijie saw his younger sister's fist punched his body, but it didn't hurt, so he hurried to hold her hand, and joked with a smile: "If you don't marry, will you still be an old girl? My brother can't bear it! "

Zhao Yun'er's face turned red again, she stood up with a thud, stomped her feet and said shyly: "Brother, you are so annoying, I won't tell you anymore."

Then, he pursed his lips, then turned around and left. The scent left on his body seemed to be still in the room, lingering around him. Zhao Zijie took a deep breath following the scent, closed his eyes, and showed satisfaction. smile.

What a beautiful daughter!

As for Madam Zhao, who was eating at the table, there was a servant kneeling below him, extremely sloppy, with a lot of food hanging on his head, and his clothes were soiled by the vegetable soup.

"You said he dumped all the food?"

"Well, ma'am, look, it's a slave!" Sure enough, it was the slave who delivered food in Zhao Zijie's room just now.

At this moment, he knelt in front of Mrs. Zhao, repeated what Zhao Zijie said just now, and then got up to leave.

There was a servant girl next to her, who picked up a piece of exquisite hibiscus cake for her with jade, and put it in Mrs. Zhao's bowl.

On the table, there are a variety of dishes, such as pigeon soup, squirrel mandarin fish, cherry meat, eight-treasure duck, lotus leaf tofu soup, water shield, hibiscus cake, etc., with a combination of meat and vegetables, all of which are much richer than Zhao Zijie's meal just now many.

Mrs. Zhao ate the lotus cake in the bowl, and then she spoke again: "Have you eaten, Master?"

"I've eaten." The green bamboo who brought her vegetables just now replied.

"what did you eat?"

"It's the same as Madam. The kitchen has always been the same for Madam and Young Master. It's just that Young Master likes spicy food, and the food over there has a stronger taste!"

"Well! Let the kitchen not be so spicy these days, my son has a sore throat these few days, eat less! Also, let the kitchen cook a bowl of bird's nest for the son in the morning and before going to bed, so that he will be defeated fire!"

Then, holding a bowl of pigeon soup served by the green bamboo, he drank it cautiously, with a smug look on his lips.

Hong Shi, aren't you arguing with me?

You can't beat me, your child

, I can't compete with my child.

"I heard that the son of the Hong family also likes spicy food?" Mrs. Zhao asked suddenly, thinking of something.

The green bamboo thought for a while, nodded and said: "When I first came, I heard that I told the kitchen that his food should be spicy. However, recently he is taking care of his health, and the doctor told him not to eat spicy food. I'm afraid that the wound will be inflamed and it won't be easy to heal, so the kitchen is preparing very light meals these days!"

Mrs. Zhao listened, put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand with a smile, wiped the corners of her lips carefully with a handkerchief, and showed a smile: "Didn't he say that no meat or eggs are not enough taste? Starting tonight, let the kitchen Prepare a meat meal for him, put more chili, the spicier the better!"

There was a stern smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a cold ice in his eyes.