Follow my father.

Zhu Zhanji returned to the East Palace in a daze with the last jar of peach blossom wine dug up.

The East Palace is still the East Palace.

All day long, there is no endless dispute outside.

Even the servants in the Eastern Palace were very content with the status quo and did not have the desire of others to compete and climb upward.

Perhaps before the prince came back, he had sent someone back to the palace to report the news in advance.

When Zhu Zhanji walked into the East Palace with his mud all over his body, holding a jar of wine.

I saw the Crown Princess' eyes flushed, her face full of grief, and holding a handkerchief with a heart-wrenching look, and taking Sun Ruowei, Wen Xiang, and the three of them in the red clothes stood in the front yard behind the screen wall of the East Palace gate.

Seeing his son looking in a dismay.

The Crown Princess could no longer hold it back, and tears that were as big as beans could not stop sliding down from her eyes.

She forced herself to cry and ran to Zhu Zhanji, and asked someone to snatch the peach blossom wine she was holding from her son, and then held it in her arms.

The Crown Princess kept patting Zhu Zhanji's back with her hands, and kept complaining: "Everyone is dead, why do you still want to ruin a living person!"

"Daoyan must know, he must be mocking you, a slut!"

"I know you value love and friendship, but you can't ignore your own body. If something happens..."

"What should you do if you want our family?"

“…”

Although the Crown Princess kept cursing, the concern in her words was undoubtedly revealed.

Zhu Zhanji's eyes gradually recovered from turbidity.

The Crown Princess had already let go of him, lowered her head and wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief. She looked at her son staring at her, and couldn't help but slapped her son's chest hard on her back with a reproachful look on her face.

"Boy! If you don't come back, you will run out of noodles at home!"

"Go to have noodles with your mother!"

There is no reason why the East Palace wants to be outdated.

If people outside know that there is no face in the East Palace, I am afraid that there will be piles of faces outside the palace gate next moment.

Zhu Zhanji nodded silently.

He looked at the three women standing there with an apology expression on his face.

Sun Ruowei looked worried, obviously not knowing what he should do.

Wen Xiang glared at Zhu Zhanji silently, and then showed a charming face.

Hongyi was a little angry, but she kept frowning.

Seeing that his son was not moving, the Crown Princess couldn't help but slap again: "Why are you still standing stupidly? Go and eat noodles!"

The prince said quietly from behind: "Tell you, if you can't finish this tonight, you will never be able to fall asleep."

After saying that, the prince, who had already brought the person home, slowly shook his head, took the rope tied with the big yellow dog from the eunuch's hand, and walked towards his place.

The big yellow dog shouted at Zhu Zhanji.

It probably didn't know that a very important person died today.

So it sounds like showing off.

After all, you will get endless meat when you return to his and the old master's secret base.

Zhu Zhanji was taken directly to the kitchen by the Crown Princess.

It seemed that the chef who had been eating for a night was obviously relieved as he finally came back, and he couldn't help but reach out to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

A bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles was brought to Zhu Zhanji.

The chefs in the East Palace are very attentive.

There are also a few dishes of dish codes for this season next to it.

Eel segments, fresh bamboo shoots, daylily.

The servants of the East Palace were all outside the kitchenette.

The Crown Princess brought three girls and each moved stools and sat opposite Zhu Zhanji.

This makes it difficult to eat noodles well.

Zhu Zhanji, who had just picked up the chopsticks, had to put them down.

He smiled bitterly: "You guys do this, so I can't eat the noodles..."

"You!" The Crown Princess was immediately dissatisfied, and then stopped immediately.

She originally wanted to curse you little bastard.

But in the end she gave up.

The princess turned to look outside the kitchen: "Come on! Come here!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard my mother shouting so familiarly, he was stunned at first, and then rolled his eyes silently.

It was only then that he remembered that when others were still in Japan, he heard a lot of rumors.

All they talk about is the lively things in Yingtian City.

Among them, the Crown Princess led the mahjong craze in Yingtian City.

Countless nobles and noble women from royal relatives began to gather together in groups of three or five every day, and then gathered on the card table, smashing the mahjong with a thumping sound.

Zhu Zhanji was a little worried about whether he would cause the women of the Ming Dynasty to start to die.

The servants of the Eastern Palace waiting outside had already started to move.

Soon, a mahjong table was moved directly into the kitchen by them.

It is said to be a small kitchen, but the kitchenette placed in the East Palace is so small.

The Crown Princess took the three girls and sat directly at the four positions of the card table.

Her hands were already washing mahjong, and she didn't forget to look at Zhu Zhanji: "You eat, you should be for your mother not here."

Before Zhu Zhanji could respond, the sound of the city wall was already heard on the card table over there.

A very comfortable sound.

The sad face on Zhu Zhanji's face finally decreased a little.

Take the fried bamboo shoots directly to the bowl, pick up a large chopstick and put it in the bowl of braised eels, stir with the chopsticks, so that the two parties can be more intimately connected.

Zhu Zhanji picked up a chopstick and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The most correct way to eat the dish is to eat it like this!

After chewing, he swallowed it into his stomach. Then Zhu Zhanji took a sip of the noodle soup and took a sip of the noodles.

Then Zhu Zhanji stretched out his neck long, raised his head, and let out a loud breath.

The chef stood by, and the apron on his waist had not been untied.

Seeing Taisun Zheng looking at him, he couldn't help but straighten his chest.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "I heard that your wife gave birth to a big fat boy for you?"

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't expect to hear the grandson ask about this.

What does Taisun want to do? Do you think I have not been serious about my work recently? The chef is a little confused and worried that he will be laid off.

Zhu Zhanji continued: "This dish is well made, it would be better if there is no noodles!"

This is even more difficult to answer.

Is it still called a dough without dough?

Are you going to bury it into the vegetable coupon?

Zhu Zhanji said again: "When I look back, I will send you some books for Riyuetang, and make a few clothes for the doll to send them together."

The books in Riyue Hall were written by the grandson himself, which represents the grandson’s blessing for the children’s bright future. As for clothes, it is something that only relatives and friends can do.

Instead of giving away money, the chef calmed down.

If someone who is unfamiliar with this scene may say that he will think freely. What is the prince trying to do?

Zhu Gaochi showed dissatisfaction on his face, frowned and put down the military book in his hand, and looked up impatiently at his biological son.

"The old man wants to promote innovation in Jiangsu, and Wan Gao will take on this burden." Zhu Gaochi was also very direct and told Zhu Di's plan without any concealment.

Zhu Zhanji was a little surprised when he heard Wan Gao's name.

Although Wan Gao is now classified as the Transportation Commission of the Yanhei Metro Department of the two Huai Metro, the position is high and the power is important.

But you should know that before this, Wan Gao was just a small salt censor of the Lianghuai Salt Censor.

He can reach his current position and have his own integrity and ability, but the luck and opportunity of Lianghuai Salt Affairs last year is also indispensable.
To be continued...