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Chapter 350 I originally set my heart towards the bright moon

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    Zhu Xiurong has returned to his attic. Fang Jifan can't remember the name of the attic, but the place is very familiar. When he enters the attic, Nanny Liu is still waiting here on the order of Queen Zhang.

    She fearfully welcomed Fang Jifan in, and saw Zhu Xiurong smiling slightly, leaning forward and sitting quietly waiting.

    Fang Jifan stepped forward and saluted: "I have met His Highness. Your Highness looks much better than before."

    Zhu Xiurong seemed to be looking forward to Fang Jifan's arrival and said, "Have you received the pastries?"

    Fang Jifan remembered the last time His Majesty gave him food, and Her Royal Highness the Princess specially gave him cakes.  It's a pity that it was snatched away by Zhu Houzhao in the end.

    Fang Jifan sighed inwardly. It was said that after Zhu Houzhao ate it, he even said it was unpalatable and vomited it directly. At this point, it seemed that he should thank His Highness the Crown Prince for testing the poison on him.

    But Fang Jifan naturally can't let Zhu Xiurong down. It's all about others' wishes. You can't say rude things when someone has worked so hard for you!

    He smiled and said: "It's rare for Your Highness to bother, so I naturally received it."

    Zhu Xiurong smiled brightly, and immediately looked expectant, but also felt a little embarrassed: "You do you think it tastes good?"

    Fang Jifan is an upright person, but no matter how upright he is, he is not stupid at all. He said happily: "It's delicious, very sweet, and Her Royal Highness's cooking skills are very admirable."

    ""

    But upon hearing this, Zhu Xiurong looked at Fang Jifan with a strange look.

    Fang Jifan looked a little confused. Could it be that he was moved to tears?

    But it doesn¡¯t look like it¡¯s right.

    Fang Jifan even felt a faint sinister wind gusting behind his head.

    A drop of crystal clear tears began to form in Zhu Xiurong's watery eyes.

    Seeing that Fang Jifan felt a little distressed, he hurriedly said: "Your Highness"

    Zhu Xiurong burst into tears and said with a bit of anger: "There is no sugar in the pastry, but salt. I heard that potatoes and sweet potatoes have a sweet taste, so I was afraid that you would be overly sweet after eating too much, so I added a little salt"

    ""

    Fang Jifan was a little confused. Damn it, why didn¡¯t you tell me earlier?

    Zhu Xiurong felt very aggrieved. That pastry was made with so much hard work. He kneaded the dough himself, kneaded the dough himself, and put it into the steamer himself. It took him an entire afternoon, and he even burned his arms.  You have to endure the eunuchs in the imperial dining room who are constantly chirping and saying that His Highness should be careful.

    The resultyou tell me now it's sweet!

    I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!

    Fang Jifan was stunned. When making pastries, do you still add salt?

    Seeing Zhu Xiurong¡¯s desolate look, Fang Jifan felt soft. He sat down calmly and looked at Zhu Xiurong seriously and said, "Can Your Highness know how to paint?"

    "Whatwhat?" Zhu Xiurong lowered his head and pulled at his sleeves, looking very aggrieved.

    Fang Jifan said: "I have a disciple who is good at painting. He is ranked second. Except for his mentor, no one dares to be ranked first."

    ""

    Fang Jifan himself was happy, but Tang Yin, that scumbag, had a bit of a future just because of this.

    "Your Highness, you know that the worst thing about painting is realism. If you want to paint a beauty like Your Highness, if you copy all the facial features of Your Highness, the more similar they will be, but it will fall into the inferior category. But if you just sketch a few strokes,  , barely depicting its meaning, and then leaving a large blank space, this is called freehand brushwork, and this is the artistic conception of painting."

    ¡°Obviously, Fang Jifan successfully diverted Zhu Xiurong¡¯s focus.

    The tears on Zhu Xiurong¡¯s face finally stopped and he said, ¡°Well, this¡­ I know something about it.¡±

    Fang Jifan smiled: "The same is true for this pastry. How could I not know that this pastry is salty, but the pastry is His Highness's heart, how could I not know? Therefore, when eating the pastry, it is like painting, and the taste in the mouth  In fact, it is no longer important. What is importantis His Highness's heart. This heart makes me feel sweet. Naturally, no matter how the pastry tastes, it is sweet and delicious. Isn't this the same as the freehand brushwork in the painting?  Is there any way to achieve the same purpose with different approaches?¡±

    "I" Zhu Xiurong's pretty face turned red, and then she felt ashamed again, and murmured: "I misunderstood you, and thought you didn't care about that pastry."

    Fang Jifan said plausibly: "Nonsense, what are you talking about? I love His Highness's cakes the most, and Your Highness actually knows that I like salty food. How did Your Highness know that?"

    Zhu Xiurong opened her clear eyes"The son of a dignified marquis, the earl of the Ming Dynasty, the young master of Zhan Shifu, the co-dean of Xishan Academy, and the Qianhu of the Yulin Guards' Field Qianhu Station, what kind of pigs does he want to raise? How ridiculous is this?  , he is not afraid of people laughing at him, what is the use of raising pigs? Is it important? What can be produced? His taste is so unique, how come I didn't know he was such a person before."

    The entire Ministry of War is in mourning.

    Fang Jifan went to raise pigs.

    Almost no one can understand. You said that if you want to eat meat, then raise sheep. Everyone likes mutton, and raising pigs is more sloppy. Who is willing to eat this pork?  How much meat can be produced?

    "It is said that the rumors are spreading in the streets and alleys. I have never heard of a count personally raising pigs"

    "Hey" Ma Wensheng sighed: "Now the WestI'm afraid it's going to end.

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    ??Above the ocean.

    Thousands of miles of blue waves, with no end in sight.

    Three sea-going ships headed south in a "pin" pattern.

    This mottled hull is covered with moss. The ship is not big, but it is full of sails. Following the wind, the ship rows across the sea.

    Standing on the side of the ship, a man's eyes were looking at the sea and sky, then he looked up at the seagulls circling in the sky, and said firmly: "There are seabirds, and ahead there is land." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel  .com
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