Chapter 90
Be A Virtuous Wife! So Tough!
C90 â Itâs Hard to Explain Clearly under Your IQ.
The meal left everyone thoroughly satisfied, solidifying their faith in Tang Yueâs culinary prowess. Moreover, the Octagonal Horn had garnered unanimous approval, and they all intended to gather some when they found the opportunity.
âWhy is this braised meat so incredibly delicious?â Zhao Sanlang savored a bite of braised beef with evident delight.
Tang Yue mused to himself, âItâs because youâve never tasted anything quite like it. Itâs a taste thatâs fresh, only growing tired of after countless bites.â
Tang Yue had finally unearthed a taste of his homeland, and he reveled in the culinary delights.
Time elapsed rapidly. Three days later, as Tang Yue slumbered, the sound of a drumbeat roused him from his sleep.
âWhatâs going on? What happened?â He wiped his face, gazing bewilderedly at the approaching commotion from the mountain.
âYoung master, Wang Zizhao has returned.â
âSo soon? â¦this early?â Tang Yue tossed aside the blanket, leaped from his bed, and swiftly freshened up. He donned a warm cloak and hurried outside.
He couldnât quite fathom why he felt so elated. A mere three days had passed, during which he enjoyed a sense of freedom and relaxation, away from any controlling presence. Nevertheless, he still longed for that individual.
As Tang Yue reached the scene, Wang Zizhao had just dismounted. The two locked eyes from a distance. In that moment, an indescribable sentiment welled up within him.
He approached with a slow stride, a smile inadvertently gracing his countenance. âYouâre back so soon? Is the matter resolved?â
Wang Zizhao regarded him with a deep gaze and affirmed, âItâs been taken care of.â
Tang Yue rubbed his nose and glanced in the direction behind him, noting several prison wagons in a line.
âAnd these areâ¦?â He regarded Wang Zizhao with a puzzled expression.
Wang Zizhao gestured to the lead prison wagon and explained, âThe deputy city lord of Qinyang City abused his authority and conspired with bandits to exploit the populace. Thereâs no escape from the consequences.â
âSo, whatâs the plan nowâ¦?â
âWeâll transport them back and deliver them to our father, the King.â
Tang Yue nodded in agreement. Since Wang Zizhao held no official position, there was ample room for skepticism from those in higher authority.
Wang Zizhao relinquished the reins to the soldiers who had come to receive him and strode toward his tent. Tang Yue and the others quickly trailed behind.
This man exuded an air of command. Within a kilometer radius, everyone sensed his presence and regarded him with hushed respect.
Upon entering the tent, Wang Zizhao inquired of Tang Yue, âWhatâs the reason behind this gathering of civilians? Did something occur during my absence?â
Tang Yue proceeded to recount the entire story, underscoring, âTheyâve suffered losses, and providing them with suitable compensation can enhance their loyalty to the Imperial Court and the King.â
This was an unprecedented situation. After brief reflection, Wang Zizhao nodded, saying, âHowever, weâve done a commendable job in eradicating the bandits. Father will reward them, and weâll compensate them with the rewards earned.â
âDo you anticipate any objections from the soldiers?â
Wang Zizhao responded with a smile, glancing at Hu Jinpeng, who explained on his behalf, âYoung sir, thereâs no need to fret. The individuals weâve brought here are all aligned with our cause. We wonât encounter any issues on that front.â
The soldiers recruited by Wang Zizhao were known for their loyalty. Wang Zizhao often provided them with generous sums of gold and silver in private. If all the rewards from the king were distributed, they wouldnât receive a significant share.
Nonetheless, Tang Yue remained skeptical, stating, âThe soldiers have performed admirably in eliminating the bandits. It wouldnât be wise to deviate from our customary rewards. You could appeal to the king; I believe heâll be understanding.â
After a momentâs contemplation, Wang Zizhao concurred, âWhile itâs not our usual practice, we can attempt it. If it proves unfeasible, weâll revert to the original plan.â
The matter was provisionally settled. Wang Zizhao proceeded with another inquiry, âAre you genuinely interested in establishing a long-term medicinal herb trade with them?â
âOf course.â
âCan your herbal store supply such a vast array of medicinal herbs?â Wang Zizhao inquired, his perception of herbal stores limited to a selection of basic herbs with scarce variety.
âNo need for His Highness to concern himself with that. Simply await the results,â Tang Yue assured. In truth, Tang Yue had a preliminary plan. If he intended to depart, he had to make preparations.
Securing an exclusive supplier status with the Royal Family would obviate any business concerns entirely.
Given his reputation and Wang Zizhaoâs connections, there was a high likelihood of monopolizing the Royal Familyâs medicine market.
Wang Zizhao, observing Tang Yueâs unwavering resolve, opted not to interfere. He would grant this individual the necessary autonomy.
After concluding the discussion of recent events, Tang Yue ushered Zhao Sanlang and Ping Shun out. This group surely had numerous conspiracies to mull over, and it would be best not to involve themselves.
Lately, Zhao Sanlang had been mentoring Tang Yue in the art of cooking. He believed that employing love poems and flowers might not be sufficient to capture County Princess Huizhuâs heart, so he decided to try his hand at cooking.
In life, the way to a personâs heart was often through their stomach. As long as he could prepare meals that pleased the princess, her perception of him was bound to change.
âSanlang, a gentleman should steer clear of the kitchen. Youâve fallen!â Tang Yue sighed, observing how this manâs intelligence seemed to plummet once he fell for someone.
âWell⦠I wonât let anyone else know. Tang Xiaolang, youâll keep this secret, right?â Zhao Sanlang beseeched him with a hopeful look.
Tang Yue couldnât help but offer some words of caution, witnessing Zhao Sanlangâs pitiable state. âThe age gap between you and the princess is quite significant, not to mention your social standing. How do you plan to make a life together? Who would consent to your marriage? Is it your father or mother, perhaps?â
Zhao Sanlang understood the straightforward logic perfectly well.
He replied with a touch of sarcasm, âYou really excel at dampening my spirits. What do you understand about matters of the heart? Do you comprehend romantic feelings?â
Tang Yue was left without words. Love, after all, was something he couldnât fathom. How could someone like him, who identified as gay, comprehend the emotions between a man and a woman?
âSo, are you suggesting she doesnât wish to marry?â Tang Yue recalled that Zhao Sanlang hadnât mentioned this before.
âIâve considered all the points youâve raised. I do admit itâs beyond my reach, so Iâm taking a step back. As long as I can accomplish something worthwhile, does marriage hold that much importance?â In essence, Zhao Sanlang was still wedded to his unconventional beliefs.
This meant that Zhao Sanlang remained committed to his marital status, and his perspective was indeed progressive.
Unable to outwit Zhao Sanlang verbally, Tang Yue sought to dissuade him through actions. âLearning the art of cooking isnât an overnight endeavor. You should consult the chefs at the manor. Not one of them gained their expertise without investing ten or more years of effort. None of them started without washing vegetables.â
Zhao Sanlang responded with a sneer. âYouâre suggesting I learn cooking by starting with vegetable washing? Who would dare to let me do that?â
Once again, Tang Yue was left without words. Zhao Sanlangâs response was undeniably sharp, hitting the nail on the head.
âAlright. Youâre interested in mastering the palm technique, correct?â
âWhat about the ladle?â Zhao Sanlang appeared baffled.
Tang Yue blinked as he pondered, âCooking isnât a concept in this era. A ladle isnât quite fitting, but with him, cooking wonât be an issue.â
Tang Yue playfully rolled his eyes and draped his arm around Zhao Sanlangâs neck, whispering, âDonât say Iâm not loyal. If youâre eager to learn, Iâll impart a skill that no one else possesses.â
âOf course. Why should I settle for what others can do?â
âPrecisely, and itâll surely astonish the princess.â
Zhao Sanlang applauded. âAlright, letâs get started on this.â
Tang Yue led him to the kitchen, borrowed a pot, and gathered a few ingredients to commence the lesson.
As Wang Zizhao finished his conversation, he inquired about Tang Yueâs whereabouts and was informed he was in the kitchen. This came as no surprise to him.
When it came to culinary expertise, he had never witnessed anyone surpass Tang Yue. Similarly, in the realm of medical skills, he had never encountered someone more adept than Tang Yue.
Why would he have any cause to release someone so gifted and virtuous?
Upon locating the kitchen, Wang Zizhao positioned himself outside the tent and overheard a heated dispute within. One voice undoubtedly belonged to Tang Yue, while the other appeared to be the son of the State Protectorâs family.
These two individuals were notably close, their bond seemingly unbreakable. Wang Zizhao couldnât help but speculate about their relationship.
âWhat more do you wish to learn after the pot has already boiled?â
âWhy should that concern me?â
âI instructed you to add water, but you disregarded it. Do you possess the qualities of a true apprentice?â
âHot oil splashed all over my body. See, the back of my hand is already blistered. How am I supposed to handle a ladle?â
âWith your delicate complexion, I forewarned that you might struggle to grasp this, but you remained obstinate.â
âYou⦠Tang Yue, donât underestimate me. Who says I canât learn it? Proceed!â
âThe pot is already boiling. How can you cook without a pot?â
âWhen has the kitchen ever been without the right pot? Just use a different one.â
âBut I specifically need this shallow pot. How can I cook these dishes with a soup pot?â
âWhy not?â
âIf you think itâs not possible, then itâs not. Itâs quite challenging to explain it clearly to someone of your intellect.â
ââ¦â
Wang Zizhao overheard the ongoing argument and furrowed his brow. As the elderly man stepped out and spotted him, he quickly bowed and greeted him.
âWhat are they bickering about?â
The old man chuckled. âThe young master wants to learn cooking, and the young dandy is teaching him. Unfortunately, the master doesnât appear much like a master, and the disciple doesnât quite resemble a disciple.â
Wang Zizhao eased his furrowed brow and commented casually, âItâs getting late. Tell them not to hold up everyoneâs mealtime.â
The old man couldnât fathom Wang Zizhaoâs peculiar thoughts, but he smiled and replied, âNo need to worry. We wonât cause any delays. Everything is prepared.â