"I knew you forgot me!" Feng Yun snatched the spoon from Uncle Zhang's hand and said to him in a suffocation: "I will never let you know if there is good things in the future."

"Uh... Miss Seven..." Old Mr. Zhang felt embarrassed at once, and looked at Feng Yunqing and said with a giggle: "How do you make this soup? It's the best food I have eaten at such an old age. Can you tell me how to make it?"

The best thing? That's because you didn't eat snake meat, which is better than soup. How did you make it? Of course it was Yun Banyue's two treasured red lotus and red snake training. Hearing Uncle Zhang's words, Feng Yunqing rolled his eyes suddenly when he saw his old face full of flattery.

"Didn't you come to me for something important? What's the matter?" Feng Yunqing asked with the spoon, not answering Uncle Zhang's words, looking at the soup in the spoon.

"Oh! Yes! But what's going on? I forgot!" Uncle Zhang slapped his forehead and thought in distress.

Feng Yunqing looked at him, with a standard Alzheimer's disease. This old man didn't get to be the position of Feng Mansion as the chief executive, and he had not fallen for 30 years. After thinking for a long time, Feng Yunqing couldn't figure it out. It was probably because her old man was blind.

"Miss Seven! It's not my business, it's Mr. Boy Yue." Uncle Zhang finally remembered and looked at Fengyun and said lightly.

"Oh? What's wrong with him?" He held a spoon in one hand and scooped the remaining soup in the pot, put it back, and asked casually.

"Young Master Banyue said that his two red-refined snakes were lost, so I asked me to order people to find them!" Uncle Zhang stared at the remaining soup in the pot, and his heart fell down with the spoon, and he also followed him up. There was not enough greed!

"Yes!" Feng Yun nodded gently, indicating that he knew.

"The Seventh Miss..." Uncle Zhang waited for a long time, and saw Feng Yunqing not moving, and couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you asking you to look for it? Then go find it!" Feng Yun raised his eyes and looked at the old man, and continued to carelessly. His little face full of makeup could not see clearly.

"But the old slave can't find it."

"If you can't find it, just tell him that you can't find it." Feng Yunqing gave him a blank look. Is this old man really Alzheimer's disease?

"Oh! You have to find it if you can't find it!" Uncle Zhang looked at Feng Yunqing's careless expression and became anxious: "Miss Seven, you don't know that the two red lotus and red snakes that accompany Mr. Yue were raised to treat the prince of the Lanwang Mansion. Now the prince's cold and poisonous disease is on the rise, and his life is in full swing, but the two snakes are gone. How is this good?"

"You mean... Lan Xiaoqing, the prince of the Lan Prince's Mansion? Are those two snakes used to treat him?" Feng Yunqing's hand was playing with a spoon and scooping soup. Looking at Uncle Zhang's anxious expression, then looking at the little snake soup left in the pot... The corner of his mouth sucked hard twice, Oh my god!

"Yes! Miss Seven is the prince of the Lanwang Mansion. Now the visitor from the Lanwang Mansion is waiting in the hall of our Feng Mansion!" Uncle Zhang said anxiously: "What should I do if I can't find those two snakes now!"

What else can I do? Cool salad! Who told Yun Banyue to be unable to watch his baby come! Feng Yun pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly: "Why can't you find you for me? Let's go to my old man's father and elder sister!"

"Miss Seven, you don't know that the old master rushed to Yuncheng yesterday. The eldest lady entered the palace this morning. Now she is accompanying Concubine De in the palace. The other ladies in the mansion cannot make the decision. I won't ask you for instructions, who will I ask?" If Uncle Zhang had nothing to do, or if it wasn't a hot topic, he would never come to Fengyunqing. Who doesn't know that this Seven Miss is in a turbulent state and is a difficult master to mess with?

"Then I can't do anything!" Feng Yun waved his hand lightly, staring at the little snake soup left in the big pot, thinking that there was another life in this world about to fall, which belonged to Lan Xiaoqing.

"Miss Seven, now think of a solution. When the old master left, he ordered the old slave. If something happened in this mansion, I will look for you. Now that I am in a bad mood, you must not ignore it! Not only Mr. Baanyue, it is difficult to explain, but we can't afford to offend even the Blue Prince's Mansion!" The old man Zhang was completely anxious, and the sweat on his forehead was so anxious.

"When the old man left, he asked you to find me?" Feng Yun frowned: "Are you sure the old man didn't ask you to find my elder sister?"

"I'm looking for Miss Seven! That's what the old master said when he left." Uncle Zhang nodded with certainty.

Feng Yunqing saw Uncle Zhang nodding, and suddenly twitched in his heart. Looking at the sweat beads on Uncle Zhang's forehead, they fell to the ground and fell eight petals. He calmed down and said slowly: "Uncle Zhang, do you think this soup is delicious?"

"Uh?" Old Man Zhang was stunned. He didn't understand that it was time to get tight joints. Feng Yunqing was still in the mood to say whether the soup was good or not, but he couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth and nodded sincerely: "It's delicious!"

"It's really delicious? Are you sure?" Feng Yun looked at him lightly and suddenly felt that the old man was pitiful.

"Well, I'm sure it's the best soup I've ever tasted!"

"Then do you want to know what materials he made of?" Feng Yunqing looked at him and continued to ask.

"I think, but Miss Seven, Prince Blue..."

"This is the most delicious soup in the world that you have in your mouth. It has an indispensable raw material. Do you want to know what it is?" Feng Yunqing interrupted the old man and raised his hand to scoop the soup in the big pot. The only remaining soup still had a strong aroma, which made the smeller salivate.

"What?" Uncle Zhang couldn't help but stared at Fengyun's spoon that was scooping soup.

Feng Yun looked at Zhang Boqiuzhi's old face, opened his red lips and slowly spit out a few words: "Two red lotus and red snakes!"

"Two red lotus and red snake training... I've recorded it!" Uncle Zhang supported his ears, stared at the little soup left in the pot. Hearing Feng Yunqing's words, he nodded in a pertinent way. He thought that he would catch two snakes to stew when he went back.

"Well! Since I have written it down, go!" Feng Yunqing looked at the soup in the pot, and kept scooping it with spoons, serving it, pouring it down, and repeating it over and over again, without feeling tired.

"That old slave took his leave!" Uncle Zhang silently said twice, feeling that he had written it down, so he gave Feng Yunqing a greeting. He turned around and walked back. After walking two steps, his steps stopped immediately, turned suddenly, and looked at Feng Yunqing in horror: "Miss Seven, do you say...you said this is two red lotus red snakes?"

"Yeah!" Feng Yun nodded. That's right, there were two red lotus and red snakes. This old man was not that hopeless.

"Miss Qi, you...you...have you actually eaten the red lotus and red snake refining of Mr. Yue?" The red old face suddenly turned pale because of drinking snake soup. Uncle Zhang's old eyes were about to protrude. He looked at the soup in the big pot in horror, and then at Fengyun's hand that was scooping the soup in the terror.

Red lotus and red snake training is the best among snakes, and only one can be found in the world’s difficulties. The old red lotus and red snake training raised by Mr. Yue is even more difficult. It is fed with Tianshan snow lotus all year round, and the precious and famous medicines in the world have been used in countless ways...

When Uncle Zhang thought of this, his old face looked at Fengyunqing with pale pale face.

"What did I say?" Feng Yun looked at the old man, and his hand scooping the soup stopped immediately. His little face full of powder raised his eyebrows dissatisfied: "The most of the soup in this pot was drunk by you just now."

"Uh..." Uncle Zhang's wide mouth was instantly stopped, and a winter melon could be stuffed in. An old face was immediately bloodless, and he could no longer find his voice: "Soup...I have all drunk this soup?"

"Yes! You have drunk it all, I only left this little bit for me, but I haven't drunk a sip yet!" Feng Yun looked at Zhang Bo's pale old face and accused him: "If I hadn't stopped you from moving quickly, I would have lost such a little bit."

"This...This...Miss Seventh...You handed the soup to my mouth..." Uncle Zhang did not forget that Feng Yun pulled him to drink the soup.

"Yes! But I didn't pour it into your mouth! You snatched it to drink it yourself." Feng Yun nodded gently and said innocently: "No matter what, this soup has been all in your stomach! I didn't drink it anyway."

Zhang Bo couldn't even beat his tongue and looked at the soup in the big pot: "Where is that snake..."

"The snakes are stewed into soup!" Feng Yunqing immediately said. He stretched out a spoon and scooped up the fiery red snake crown at the bottom of the big pot and handed it to Mr. Zhang: "Here! Look, there are only two crowns left."

The fiery red snake crown emits a red light under the radiance of the scorching sun. What is the red lotus and red snake crown that is not the clouds accompany the moon?

"Miss Seven...this...this..." Zhang Uncle's thin body retreated in horror, and there was only a loud "bang" sound, and there was no more sound.

Feng Yunqing was stunned and saw that Mr. Zhang fell to the ground and fainted.

Her little face was covered in powder, and the corners of her mouth were twitched hard. Feng Yun looked at Uncle Zhang. Even if the old man fainted, he still had a pale face and his eyes were wide open, which seemed like he could not rest in peace. "Uncle Zhang?" Feng Yun squatted down and reached out to find the old man's breath. If he really died, the matter would be over. If he framed him or her, he would have nothing to do with him.

But it seems that the old man is still alive. Feng Yunqing sighed in his heart for the shattered dream of his heart.

"Uncle Zhang?Uncle Zhang..." After calling for a long time, the old man was still not awake. Feng Yun looked at him with a small face covered with makeup, and almost no one could tell that his eyebrows were black, and his white eyebrows were slightly frowning.

The courtyard was quiet, so quiet that I could only hear the firewood under the big pot still being cooked, and soon the remaining little soup was cleaned.
Chapter completed!