Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1074: Chapter 1074: Huanglian Banquet_1 Chapter 1074: Chapter 1074: Huanglian Banquet_1 Should he tell Yang Wenxiao?

If so, how should he convey the message?

Yao Xian had spoken in a very disrespectful tone when mentioning Yang Wenxiao’s habit of rewarding them with food; he needed to erase that part.

Moreover, it was almost noon, and Yang Wenxiao planned to invite the legitimate family members for a pork feast. Would Yao Xian cause a scene then?

Yang Hao was in a bad mood, and so was Yang Wenxiao.

Although those people put on a good act, constantly praising the food for its deliciousness, their subtle facial expressions betrayed them.

What was a delectable Buddah Jumps Over the Wall to those people still tasted like chewing wax.

The Buddah Jumps Over the Wall test failed.

His only hope was Qiao Xiaomai.

But if he had failed to notice anything amiss, could Qiao Xiaomai, a village girl who had always stayed in the countryside, perceive it?

It seemed that his only option was to impose martial law throughout the entire Imperial Palace, no, the entire Capital City?

With both grandfather and grandson feeling heavy-hearted, they first visited the kitchen to see that Qiao Xiaomai had already prepared the dishes, and then they headed for the Main Hall.

Before long, Emperor Yongan and Yao Xian arrived.

Feng Huihui also brought Yang Zheng over.

The family gathered in the Main Hall, where Yang Wenxiao ordered the table to be set and the meal to be served.

He put on a cheerful face, “These pigs have been well-raised. I even fed them by hand when I was in Bailu Town. They’ve all been fattened on fine feed, and they taste great. Plus, with Qiao Xiaomai’s culinary skills, I assure you this pork feast will have you singing its praises.”

No one at the table could muster a genuine smile in response to these words.

Including Yang Zheng, who, being young, had commented several times that the cooks in the Imperial Kitchen were better. After being cautioned by Feng Huihui a few times, he stopped saying that, and whenever Yang Wenxiao sent something down, he would eat it with a happily contented expression.

As for the actual taste in his mouth, only he and his mother really knew.

Yang Hao suppressed the turmoil in his heart and wore his usual gentle smile, saying, “The taste is very good. I’ve always remembered the flavor of that pig.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao smiled at him and gestured to everyone to start eating, “We’re all family here, no need to be polite or restrained, come, come, let’s taste.”

As he spoke, he was the first to pick up chopsticks. Every dish had already been tested for poison, and he began by selecting a piece of Braised Pork.

He was getting on in years and couldn’t chew on pork bones, so he could only taste it in his mouth.

However, the Braised Pork made by Qiao Xiaomai was exceptionally good, truly fatty but not greasy. He could eat a whole bowl of nothing but the Braised Pork.

After today’s meal, he feared there would be no more peaceful days.

Eat up and enjoy this last meal!

Yang Hao had a similar thought. He reached for the Sweet and Sour Pork, a dessert that Yang Zheng liked. He had just picked it up when he remembered this and glanced at Yang Zheng, who was frowning slightly with his chopsticks, seemingly unsure which dish to take first.

In fact, his son didn’t want to take any of them.

Upon this thought, he felt a pang of pain and placed the pork from his chopsticks onto the dish in front of Yang Zheng, “Try this, it’s very tasty.”

Yang Zheng immediately showed a smile on his little face, “Thank you, Father!”

Since he didn’t know which one to choose, he might as well eat whatever his father gave him!

He put the pork in his mouth; the Sweet and Sour Pork that should have been a sweet and pleasant flavor tasted horribly bitter. He struggled to keep the smile on his face and swallowed the meat.

Hold on, just think of it as eating a Huanglian Banquet!

Emperor Yongan and Feng Huihui had similar thoughts, they took it as appeasing Yang Wenxiao and just endured through the meal.

Yao Xian’s face bore a smile, showing no trace of her former viciousness. She picked up a piece of pig’s trotter with her chopsticks and took a delicate bite.