Husband, Have Dinner

Once every three years, the three-day state trial came to an end.

The road near the examination room was blocked by horse-drawn carriages and bullocks, and the door was full of people, surrounded by family members of the candidates who craned their necks.

Zhou Bingshu walked out of the examination room as if in a lifetime, and suddenly felt that all the burdens were off his shoulders, but he also knew that the examination was over and this was just the beginning.

"This golden osmanthus is really fragrant, I wonder if I can beat some back to make some sweet osmanthus flowers?"

"Boss, you do it well, I don't want to go back to the government office to fish you out."

The two people next to him were chattering and disrupted his sorrowful thoughts. Zhou Bingshu glanced at him. The family did not dare to disturb him. They could only stare at him with a caring look. The source of the sound was, It was two young girls, their eyes fell on Jin Gui, who was not far from Zhou Bingshu.

"My son, how did you do in the exam? Are you sure?" Zhou Mu couldn't help it, and asked.

"It's not clear yet. You have to put the list to know." Zhou Bingshu lowered his eyes and looked down at the ground. There were so many eyes and ears in front of the examination room that he was reluctant to answer this question. Zhou's mother thought that he might lose the election, and she felt down. She didn't know how to comfort Zhou Bingshu, "It's okay, it's okay, let's go home, and my mother will give you a good meal to replenish your body."

Kiryu supported Zhou's mother and said, "My aunt is tired after coming to Nanxun. We made stew and lunch for my husband's family. Please go back slowly after you use it up."

"That's so embarrassing."

"It is an honor for me to be able to read and write with my husband. Why is it embarrassing to cook a stew or lunch or two?"

The state test began when Guizi fragrant, and the list was released in early winter.

In my spare time, Zhou Bingshu often went to the sweet cake shop to teach Kiryu--yes, Kiryu has finished the surnames and thousand-character literature, and now he is speaking in the Analects of Confucius.

A Yao's business is still the same, half-dead on the face, the few in Wenfang Jiekou treat her as a competitor, and when she sees a new product, they will pick up the menu once, and some even come to price wars. The location of Ayao's shop is really not counted, and the customers all ran to their big restaurants. Ayao asked herself, her sweet cake shop could not invite Dr. Tea, or not to talk to the writers, nor to the buskers who sang tunes. The competition is justified.

Therefore, when the store is idle, she is also happy to see Kiryu and Zhou Bingshu learn more.

Secretly, she contracted the entire Wenfang Street shop for pastry supply.

Taixuguan’s fairy rich cakes, Zhenbaoxuan’s white jade cakes, Zhengmofang’s shapes and styles are like their plum blossom ink ingots’ Chengsha milk dregs plum cakes, and even the humble tailor shop at the end of the street also has soy cakes.

Ayao also promised that they will not terminate the cooperative relationship for one day, and the exclusive cakes will not be sold. During this time, she was concentrating on making various pastries while thinking about new products, and she also had free time to complete the homework set by Mochizuki.

In a blink of an eye, the day to put on the list will come.

The Zhou family are looking forward to it. They want to go to Nanxun County to find out about Zhou Bingshu's results. Zhou Bingshu persuaded, "Mother, don't be so hurry. I will give a lecture to Kiryu at noon and take a look."

Hearing what he said, the family was pushed back by him.

I thought my son and brother had lost his name in Sunshan, and comforted him to prepare for another three-year gold list title, and then...

Hitting the gongs and drums came.

"It's hit! It's hit!"

The Zhou family looked blank.

"Zhou Bingshu has solved the yuan!"

"It's true, I got all the reports!"

Zhou Bingshu and Shi Shiran thanked the reporter and rewarded him with silver. The reporter squeezed the purse and congratulated Xie Yuanlang just like everyone else. The neighbors lit firecrackers to add joy.

"Congratulations, you are really blessed to teach a son who is like a literary star!"

"This child Bingshu was very aura when he was a child, and he will have a good life when he grows up."

"The hope of our whole village!"

The voices of congratulations and congratulations continued, Zhou Mu reacted and slapped her thigh, "Ah, my family is in the book of Bingshu! I have to entertain the village talents!"

Even if the conditions at home are limited, Zhou Bingshu understands Yuan, and he has to treat guests.

Fortunately, the bundle repairs of the sausage and bacon rice noodles that Kiryu gave during the festival were still there, and the village chief and Lizheng paid out the money again.

To deal with things in the village, it was only two days later to go back to Nanxun Caotang to pay tribute to the teacher.

What makes Zhou Bingshu even more troublesome is yet to come. If a Nanxun student has passed the top five in the state exam, it is customary to entertain teachers and classmates and invite examiners depending on the situation. As a state trial Jie Yuan, he couldn't escape this Jie Yuan banquet.

Who to feast, where to feast, and how to feast are all questions.

Worry!

"If you want me to say, forget those in the restaurant, it's better to find a quiet place in Nanxun Thatched Cottage or Huajian Academy, and then invite a cook to take care of the banquet...It is better to ask Mochizuki to make a banquet for you, so that you can help Yuanlang. Mochizuki’s identity shouldn’t be a problem.” A close classmate gave Zhou Bingshu an idea. “I heard that Mochizuki was the daughter of the former imperial chef. Her father cooked dishes for the people in the palace, and the imperial chef’s daughter served as a banquet for Xie Yuanye. , More face!"

Zhou Bing was moved by the book, but he wasn't quite clear about the chef's matters. After asking his classmates for advice, he visited Mochizuki.

Unexpectedly, the bird's nest listened to his intentions, especially when he heard that Mochizuki was the daughter of the former imperial chef, his expression changed and Zhou Bingshu had a closed door.

"..."

Whoops--

The door opened again, and Ayao, who had crossed the threshold, saw an acquaintance and smiled.

"Hey, Zhou Jieyuan? I haven't had time to say goodbye to you. Now, the Ji Di porridge in my store really deserves its name. I wish you the champion and No. 1 in the provincial examination."

Zhou Bingshu took a close look at it. A Yao was carrying a vegetable basket. It was obvious that she was going out to buy groceries. Thinking of her cooking skills, she had a kind of conjecture in her heart, "You... live here?"

"Yeah, why did you get here?"

"I want to ask Mochizuki to make me a Jie Yuan banquet." But people hadn't seen it yet, and she ate her maid's behind-the-scenes.

A Yao's smile froze suddenly. She was about to go out and asked Mochizuki to invite someone outside to have a banquet. She had already refused, telling her not to relentlessly agree to take care of Mochizuki, and then the bird's nest hurriedly lifted her skirt and ran to the backyard.

Zhou Bingshu didn't understand either. He had never met Mochizuki and her maid, and his relationship with A Yao was not bad. Why did he say that Mochizuki's maid treated him like a scourge? "Where did I go wrong?"

"No, no, you're not wrong with Zhou Jieyuan, how did you know this?" A Yao quickly waved her hand and turned the topic off.

Zhou Bingshu explained his purpose again.

A Yao's face was a little weird, and she held out the words "Then do you know the worth of asking Master Mochizuki for a banquet?"

He shook his head honestly.

"Big banquet, reward 10,000 yuan, 20 pieces of silk." A Yao stretched out her finger.

Zhou Bingshu turned around like a dream, with hands and feet.