bayedsolid Chapter 200 Gong Yuanzheng Learns to Counterattack
Chapter 200 Gong Yuanzheng Learns to Counterattack
"Ahem!" Gong Shangjiao interrupted their affectionate eye contact in a very unpleasant way and glared at Zhang Xueming in condemnation: Be more restrained and don't tease my brother in front of me.
Zhang Xueming glared back at the 800-watt light bulb in anger: "When my brother's throat hurts, he just sucks on a piece of licorice. He coughs from time to time, which makes people anxious."
Seeing that Gong Shangjiao was about to start speaking in earnest as an elder and father mode again, Zhang Xueming hurriedly told him all the important information she had just discovered, successfully making the person who wanted to abduct the two kids back to Jiao Palace forget his original intention. He called Hongyu Shi Jin Ting and hurriedly left Zheng Palace.
Very good, we finally got rid of the honeycomb coal spirit. Zhang Xueming clenched his fist.
Having just experienced the situation where she almost went insane, she was in no mood to deal with Gong Shangjiao's temptations, nor did she want to go to Jiaogong to work overtime late at night.
As for Gong Shangjiao, if he suddenly realizes that he is being led by her again, not only will his original goal not be achieved, but there will be a lot of urgent work to be done... Well, getting angry is good for blood circulation. I wish him good health.
Gong Yuanzheng was a little disappointed: "I thought my brother could stay overnight too..."
Zhang Xueming ruthlessly broke his fantasy: "I've already said that he's here to get people to work overtime, the kind that stays up all night. Didn't you hear what Su Rong said yesterday? As the year draws to a close, he asked all departments to submit year-end summaries, and he also wants to check the palace's internal affairs accounts for the past ten years. I guess he's already shipped all the account books to the Corner Palace, and he wants to recruit us to make up the numbers because he doesn't have enough manpower. Forget about it during the day, but at night, I don't want to look at the account books and hear the sound of the abacus."
When Gong Yuanzheng heard that working overtime meant checking the account books, he shuddered and all that disappointment he had felt was scared away.
It's no problem to ask him to help with fighting, interrogation, poisoning and detoxification, but forget about handling official documents and checking accounts, as he is really not cut out for that.
He wanted to eat a cookie to calm his nerves, but the snack box on the table had disappeared, leaving only a pile of peeled pine nuts in the small bowl in front of Zhang Xueming.
"Where's my snack box?" Where did my big nine-square grid go? It was filled with three kinds of cakes, three kinds of nuts and three kinds of cookies!
"My brother took it when he left. I thought you acquiesced."
At that time, Gong Shangjiao brushed his wide sleeves from the tea table, holding the box in one hand and the other hand behind his back, and walked out, as smooth as if he had done it a thousand times. Gong Yuanzheng sat opposite him without saying a word, and Zhang Xueming was too lazy to ask for food.
"I didn't see it..." He was busy reciting the poem, "What happened to the agreement that we only eat once a day and not after noon? Brother is acting too abnormal today."
Gong Yuanzheng wanted to cry but had no tears. He still wanted to save the egg yolk biscuits and the plump white glutinous rice dumplings with red bean paste for when he got hungry after studying in the middle of the night.
Gong Yuanzheng hugged Zhang Xueming, buried his face in her neck, rubbed it against her neck, and hummed and acted coquettishly.
Zhang Xueming stroked his back and smiled mischievously: "Is there a possibility that brother didn't want to eat more before, but the chef's cooking skills didn't meet his requirements. He didn't want people to think that he was deliberately making things difficult for others, so he simply didn't eat it if it didn't taste good?"
"The medicine is even harder to drink." Gong Yuanzheng didn't believe it. His brother was so wise and brave that he would rather starve because of his picky eating.
"You can drink soup and medicine in one gulp while holding your breath, but you can't swallow food in one gulp." Zhang Xueming smiled and revealed the secret: "For people with extremely sensitive sense of smell and taste, improperly processed food will have an unbearable odor, especially meat, eggs and milk. Rather than forcing yourself to eat and then feeling nauseous, it is better to eat only vegetarian food with light taste and simple cooking methods from the beginning."
Not to mention that you need to add some almonds when boiling milk, some thinly sliced radish when boiling goat milk, and a few drops of rice vinegar to eggs to avoid the fishy smell. Not to mention that chickens, ducks, pigs, and sheep must be drained of blood, put into a pot with cold water, and blanched with cooking wine, ginger, and onions, and stir-fried dishes must be marinated...
The meat, eggs and milk in ancient times are completely different from the meat, eggs and milk produced today after multiple cross-breeding and feeding with refined feeds, okay?
The variety is primitive, the smell is doubled, and if it is not carefully processed before being put into the pot, it will be a disaster rather than a delicacy.
Gong Yuanzheng stopped talking. Before Zhaozhao came, he didn't like eating very much. The meat prepared by Gong Yuanzheng's kitchen always had a strange smell. Only the braised chicken and duck meat were slightly edible.
Zhang Xueming took the opportunity to use Gong Shangjiao as a negative example to educate his young master: "You see, if you are not picky, the cook will be happy to save trouble. When the cook saves trouble, your mouth will suffer. If you eat less, the leftovers will go into someone's stomach or pocket, but it won't be yours. If you don't care about being hungry, who will care?"
"...Zhao Zhao cares." Gong Yuanzheng uttered these four words in a sticky voice, and received a pat on the head and face and a long, passionate kiss.
He was panting, his eyes were wet, and he pushed Zhang Xueming down on the low couch unwillingly. He kissed her until the root of her tongue was numb and she was panting, then he let her go with satisfaction.
He lay on his back beside Zhang Xueming, waiting for the strange heat and tension in his body to subside. His right hand was still tightly holding her left hand, with their fingers interlocked.
After a while, he turned sideways to look into Zhang Xueming's eyes and asked hesitantly, "Zhao Zhao, is it not just that Brother came back to ask us to work overtime? Does he... does he want to confirm something from you again?"
Zhang Xueming didn't rush to answer him. He raised his eyebrows and gently touched his lips that were slightly swollen from his sucking: "One more time."
Gong Yuanzheng was stunned, and then he heard her say, "Do it again like just now."
Only his appearance was reflected in her bright eyes, her fair skin was tinged with a faint pink, her red lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were seductive.
Gong Yuanzheng's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes dimmed, and he pressed forward, and another fierce verbal battle began.
When the troops were called off, his mind was in a daze and somewhere in his body was tense and painful. He didn't know why, so he could only hug Zhang Xueming tightly, his cheek against hers, trembling slightly uncontrollably and breathing heavily.
Fortunately, Zhang Xueming just wanted to satisfy her craving and had no intention of eating the young man up so quickly - if she dared to do so before bringing him back to the northern border to meet his parents, she would never have a peaceful life again.
Zhang Xueming stroked Gong Yuanzheng's head and back as if he was petting a cat, over and over again, until she felt the muscles of the man pressing on her completely relaxed, then she hugged him and turned over.
Gong Yuanzheng was hit in the waist by the flare and the hidden weapon bag. He groaned and frowned in pain.
Zhang Xueming had to let him go and let him get up. The atmosphere was gone.
It also touched her funny spot, and she laughed so hard that tears came out.
Gong Yuanzheng was both embarrassed and annoyed. He took off all the equipment and accessories on his belt and tried to pounce on her again, but she held his face.
"Let's get down to business." Zhang Xueming reached out and pulled out a corner of the white silk handkerchief that was exposed from his waistband. He wiped away the tears from his laughter. When he saw the golden retriever embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, he was startled: "Gong Yuanzheng, you are so good. No wonder Su Rong said that several handkerchiefs were missing from the washing and drying on the fumigation cage these days. It turns out that you took them away!"