Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"You...who are you?"

Xie Wentong no longer had the arrogance he was just now, and pointed to Fang Xing and asked with a trembling voice. ㈧１

Although everyone is doing this, there are some rumors about the emperor's taste among the people. But today the owner of a restaurant actually said it in such a relaxed tone...

As if he had seen the emperor's meal with his own eyes!

who are you?

Fang Xing said: "Students wake up!"

Boom!

The second exploded thunder fell!

"You, are you the one Fang Xing who had been in the Imperial College for a few times and gave lessons to the emperor grandson?"

Xie Wentong asked with the hope that Fang Xing was just the same name in front of him. In fact, he still wants to ask, are you the one who caused our Guanglu Temple to complain in the palace?

Since chicken essence and monosodium glutamate entered the palace, not only the prince’s family did not like to eat the meals at Guanglu Temple, even the emperor often enjoyed the filial dishes of the prince and the grandson, which made the people of Guanglu Temple provide condiments. Those who hate it can't do it.

The key is that no one at Guanglu Temple knows how to cook those new dishes. Only a cook in the womb was taught. It is said that this product also swore an oath, saying that the art is there, and the art is lost.

This vow scared off many guys who wanted to steal the teacher.

Later, the prince wanted to give the cook to the emperor, but the emperor was used to heavy flavors and couldn't eat that kind of ‘light’ dishes. This did not take away the errands at Guanglu Temple.

But even so, when the "filial piety" sent to the emperor's dinner table every three times, most of them will be eaten up, which makes the hearts of Guanglu Temple full of crisis.

"I'm just Fang Xing!"

Fang Xing said with a smile, then turned around and caught a glimpse of the two big men, hurriedly got up and greeted.

"Master Yang, Master Xia, I won't say anything about it, anyway, I can give some of the signature dishes!"

Yang Rong caressed his beard without even looking at Xie Wentong's words: "Who dares to take advantage of your Fang Dehua's advantage? Brother Weizhe has never written a plaque for anyone. This is an exception. The old man's words dare not show ugliness, but still quietly. Eat and leave! Hahahaha!"

Xia Yuanji also smiled and said, "The dishes are good, and the old man will come often from now on, remember what you just said."

The two left after speaking, and even refused Fang Xing's intention to send it off.

Interesting enough!

These two didn't need to show up, but they finally came out, and in a close way, they directly destroyed Xie Wentong's defense.

"Mr. Fang, are you really Mr. Fang?"

The officials are mostly chameleons. Fang Xing didn't believe it before, but when he saw the speed of Xie Wentong's changing face, he immediately felt that he was too tender.

Xie Wentong said with a look of admiration: "Mr. Fang, the first book of your arithmetic, but you bought a few copies in the first time. There is one in the family, and the family law cannot be memorized to serve..."

Looking at the lips flying up and down, Fang Xing suddenly felt ridiculous.

Xie Wentong said something of admiration, then put a few treasures on the table, and said with a pile of smiles: "Mr. Fang, you are too uncomfortable to work, and you will leave the office."

When he reached the door, Xie Wentong only felt that his feet were soft.

This Fang Xing is not good, it is said that even Ji Gang's face dared to sweep, he even dared to blackmail here from a small official from the seventh rank.

What a blessing to be able to get away!

When you get home, you can quickly put a few incense sticks on the bodhisattva and eat a fast meal tomorrow.

"Master Xie, who is behind the scenes?"

When Xie Wentong was full of luck, he turned around slowly when he heard the sound.

Fang Xing sat on the chair and looked at him with a smile.

Xie Wentong instantly figured out the pros and cons of this matter.

If he wants to resist, whether it is public or private, he will lose.

The dead fellow Daoist is not dead to the poor Dao!

A smile appeared on Xie Wentong's face again. He knew that if he didn't give Fang Xing an explanation today, then he would be in danger.

Pointing to the next door, Xie Wentong betrayed the victim without hesitation.

Mingyue Tower?

"interesting!"

Xie Wentong saw a smile on Fang Xing's face, so he hurriedly asked: "Mr. Fang, can you leave the official?"

"Flap!"

Fang Xing clapped his hands without changing his smile, and then Fang eleven appeared at the door.

"Master."

Fang Eleven squinted at Xie Wentong. He felt that he had dozens of ways to make this guy from Guanglu Temple disappear silently.

"Eleven, prepare paper and pen, and take Master Xie to write down today's affairs."

Fang Xing was still smiling, but the meaning in the words was very clear.

You Xie Wentong just want to flash people like this? Do you really think that Fang Xing is a mallet?

Xie Wentong looked at Fang Xing with despair, but only saw a trace of indifference.

"Let's go, Master Xie."

Fang eleven sneered.

"Lin Zhiyuan?"

Fang woke up to her room, Zhang Shuhui asked what was the matter, and Fang Xing said that a guest drank too much and made trouble.

"Has been sent away."

Seeing that his wives and concubines had finished eating, Fang Xing was not fussy, so he picked up a big bowl, drove in all his favorite dishes, and stirred with the rice.

Seeing Fang Xing taking a big mouthful of it, even Zhang Shuhui felt that she wanted to eat more, and Xiao Bai was already taking action.

In fact, when Fang wakes up alone, this is the way he likes most: mixing a few dishes with rice, it tastes really good.

After dinner, Fang Xing got back home, and people found Fang Wu.

"Fang Wu, go check Lin Zhiyuan in Mingyue Tower."

The owner of a restaurant can actually mobilize the actual officials from the seventh grade. This energy is extraordinary!

Fang Xing greeted Xiao Bai and Bell who ran over and laughed, under the sun, there was some coldness in that smile.

Lin Zhiyuan is very calm today. This is in stark contrast to the restlessness of the previous few days. Even the younger brothers of Mingyuelou feel that the treasurer is holding back a big move.

Sitting alone in a private room on the second floor, Lin Zhiyuan was pouring himself a drink.

With the open window beside him, Lin Zhiyuan sat on the side, and he could see the freshest door next door at a glance.

After not waiting long, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing when he saw Xie Wentong going out, and drank from a toast.

"The first fresh? I think this name will be changed soon! Hahahaha!"

...

Fang Xing's current first priority is to reorganize the Baoshan Thousand Households Institute. He wants this small and powerful force to play a greater role in the Northern Expedition.

For this reason, Fang Xing went to the military camp ~www.readwn.com~ for several days, making the sensitive sergeants feel urgent.

Dong Pei has been running to the Ministry of War and the 5th Army Capital Governor's Mansion these days, striving for more resources.

"How did I become a servant?"

Dong Pi, sweating profusely, entered the barracks and saw Fang Xingzheng using a wooden knife to attack Xin Laoqi.

It's better to say that it was Xin Laoqi who was feeding Fang Xing.

"Puff puff!"

After slicing more than ten knives in a row, Fang Xing waved his hand and motioned to pause.

Dong Pi took the opportunity to go up and said with a blushing face: "Mr. Fang, our ministry is scheduled to leave in seven days, as a pioneer of your majesty."

Fang Xing suffocated his sweat, and then said relaxedly: "This is the glory of our ministry, tell the brethren."

While Dong Pi told everyone the news, Fang woke up to check the supplies. (To be continued.)