Shaotang replied sincerely: "To be honest, I am a disciple of the King of Medicine Sect. Although I am not good at learning, these simple prescriptions are still no problem. If Your Highness doesn't believe it, you can ask other doctors about this prescription for improving eyesight."

.As soon as you ask, you will know whether what I say is true or false.”

Shaotang had made a plan. If he made friends with Zong Zhengshen in the future, his status as a disciple of the Yaowang Sect would be the most appropriate.

So, just tell yourself how good your family is.

If she didn't know that the person who saved her was Zong Zhengshen, then after she deceived him, she would never see him again. He wouldn't have any suspicion about his half-grown child.

But he is Zong Zhengshen, and she will use him in the future. Therefore, she cannot continue to deceive him for a long time.

If he has doubts about himself, what does he want to find out? Is there any reason why he can't find out?

Rather than letting him investigate, it's better to take the initiative to confess.

It doesn't matter if the name is fake. If he finds out in the future, he can find an excuse to get it back.

There is no need to fabricate the identity. Only by covering up the previous lies with a real identity will he believe himself.

Seven percent truth is mixed with three percent lies, which is the highest level of lying.

After Shaotang lamented Zong Zhengshen's espionage system, he had a new idea. Why not set up such an organization to collect information from all over Kyushu. Not only could he use it, but he could also sell the information to make money.

Thinking about making money, Shaotang's eyes shined again.

Zong Zhengshen looked at the girl in front of him with bright eyes, smiling like a pear-shaped little girl, and found her more and more interesting.

Even if her trick was true, if he hadn't known her details in advance, he would have let her lie to him.

I wonder what such a little girl will look like when she grows up?

He rarely smiled and nodded slightly: "You can give it a try."

Shaotang felt that his strategy was beginning to work, and the look in his eyes was no longer speculative. He heard Zong Zhengshen say again: "You make the medicine."

What?

Shaotang thought he had heard wrongly, so he opened his eyes with confusion and remained silent for a moment.

Zong Zhengshen pushed open the window grille, looked outside, and told the coachman: "Find a shady place ahead to stop and rest."

Shaotang stopped and said: "No need to rest, I'm not tired." She wasted these few days, wondering whether the negotiation for the store had been concluded. One more day of delay means one less day of money earned.

"I'm tired!" Zong Zhengshen glanced at her sideways and closed the window again, "How are your cooking skills?"

Shaotang felt that this man's jumping thoughts were abnormal. When chatting with him, one must be highly concentrated, otherwise it would be easy to be led astray by him.

"No." She lied readily. And she vaguely guessed that if she said "yes", she might be in bad luck.

Sure enough, even if she said "no", he would not let her go.

"You can learn if you don't know."

After thinking for a while, he continued: "Start learning from today."

Shaotang couldn't believe his ears.

This arrogant and conceited guy should stop thinking of himself as his slave, right?

"Your Highness, why do you want to ride with me?"

She seriously doubted that he was not sending her back, but asking her to accompany him back.

Is this why he goes out without any servants?

The carriage stopped on a tree-lined official road.

She was driven out of the car by Zong Zhengshen very reluctantly.

Just watch the coachman pull out a lot of cooking utensils from the car like a magic trick.

There are all kinds of pots, pans, and spoons, all kinds of seasonings and fresh ingredients. They are set up like a stall and placed in the shade by the roadside.

The driver also very considerately took out a foldable brown wicker chair from the bottom of the car, moved the table inside the car, and placed the beautifully made teapots and teacups one by one.

He wiped the cane chair carefully with a cloth, and then respectfully went to greet Zong Zhengshen, who was standing under a mulberry tree, looking up and looking at something.

"Your Highness, everything is ready."

Zong Zhengshen hummed, turned around and saw Ran Shaotang standing stupidly in front of a pile of ingredients, frowning and saying, "Go get some water."

There are two bags of spare water in the car, which are fine for washing hands and drinking, but not enough for cooking.

The driver was about twenty years old, with a handsome appearance, but there was a scar on his forehead, which looked like it had been cut by a knife.

He lowered his head and said hello. He glanced at Ran Shaotang with his peripheral vision, seeming to be very puzzled, but he did not dare to ask any more questions. He picked up the wooden bucket and went to find a water source to fetch water.

Serving His Highness is no easy task.

He sympathized very much with this beautiful boy who was about to steal his job.

Just wait to be tortured by His Highness the Third Prince.

Ran Shaotang was hesitating how to escape the fate of being a slave to Zong Zhengshen, when Zong Zhengshen's order was given in an unquestionable tone.

"Hey, you go boil the water first."

Apart from being threatened by Zhong Jiuchou and having to serve him, Shaotang had never been ordered around like this.

She felt unhappy, put on a paralyzed face, and said helplessly with her hands: "No."

I don’t know how to do it, what can you do to me?

Zong Zhengshen was not anxious or angry at all. He walked to the wicker chair and sat down. He raised his chin gracefully and said, "I'm not teaching you."

"First light the firewood." Zong Zhengshen took out the fire stick from his sleeve and threw it to Ran Shaotang.

Not only did Ran Shaotang not pick it up, he also took a step back, causing the Huozhezi to fall to the ground.

"I'm afraid of fire." Ran Shaotang deliberately pretended to be frightened and took two steps back.

She saw a few white radish and eggplants in the bamboo basket and suggested, "Why don't we eat the white radish raw? It's delicious and nutritious. The eggplant tastes good too raw."

Zong Zhengshen looked at her with a calm expression, but his eyes were filled with ice and snow.

Shaotang pretended to ignore it and actually took out the white radish and washed it with water.

Judging from the cleanliness, the ingredients were carefully processed before being put into the bamboo basket, and there was no dirt on the radish. She just washed the floating dust on it with water, raised it to her mouth and bit off a large piece with a "click", making it squeak.

Chewed up.

Zong Zhengshen had never seen anyone eating like this.

What's more, she's still a little girl.

Although this little girl pretends to be a boy, the young master in the general's mansion can't act like this when eating?

"You?" Zong Zhengshen didn't know what to say to her for a moment. "Don't eat it." That is the unique secret ingredient in my ham and fresh bamboo shoot soup. "How can I make soup if you eat it?"

Shaotang obediently threw the white radish back into the basket. The place where she had bitten it looked very unsightly, like a wolf's teeth.

Zong Zhengshen couldn't bear to look at the carrot, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and ordered her: "Pick up the fire dumplings."

Shaotang didn't want to cause too much trouble, so he just wanted to wait until the coachman came back. The coachman looked very familiar with the situation, and he must have been tortured by Zong Zhengshen.

When he comes back, she will be relieved.

But Zong Zhengshen refused to let her have her wish. He took the fire stick she handed back, squatted in front of the firewood, and slowly lit the fire with withered grass.

While lighting the fire, he also guided Ran Shaotang.

"Look, use some dry grass or papyrus, like me, blow the sparks on the fire stick, and it will light up. There is nothing terrible about fire. If you don't know how to use fire, what will you do in the wilderness in the future?

Survive?"

Shaotang looked at the blazing flames, clapped his hands and praised Zong Zhengshen: "His Highness the Third is so amazing. He can even light a fire, and he can light it easily. I don't know how to do it. Your Highness, the Golden Lord, has no airs.

I really admire him for being able to personally demonstrate and teach others how to fish. His Highness is truly the best man in the world."

Shaotang's exaggerated expressions, sincere words, and his best performance made Zong Zhengshen go to heaven.

So, when Meng De, the coachman, came back, he was so shocked by what he saw that he almost threw away the bucket he was carrying.

I saw Ran Shaotang standing in front of the bonfire, pointing east and west now and then.

His noble and arrogant Third Prince was holding a spoon in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other, stirring the soup in the pot from time to time, and then running to cut two pieces of radish and cabbage.
Chapter completed!