In Love With My Fierce Farming Wife!
Chapter 1106 - 1100: Bull Chewing Peony

Chapter 1106: Chapter 1100: Bull Chewing Peony

"What do you mean by stingy? What do you know!"

Taoist Priest Liao Chen was so enraged by Old Cheng’s remark that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged, "That is Rock Tea from Wuyi Mountain! The tea trees producing this tea grows in stone slots on the edge of sheer cliffs and have a history of more than a thousand years. A single tea tree yields no more than two or three pounds of tea each year, and Poor Daoist has had a long-standing relationship with Brother Wudao from Wuyi Mountain. It took many requests before he finally gave Poor Daoist a mere three maces. Now it has all been offered up, and you still disdain it as inadequate?"

As soon as Taoist Priest Liao Chen began speaking, his spittle sprayed all over Old Cheng’s face, showing the extent of his fury.

Old Cheng, however, remained unperturbed and waved his hand dismissively with a look of disdain.

"You still consider this bitter nonsense a treasure! Aren’t they just a few leaves? If you throw the leaves scattered all over the mountains into water, doesn’t that make a cup of tea?"

"You, you, you... can that be called tea?"

Taoist Priest Liao Chen was visibly so exasperated that he couldn’t take it; "That’s like a cow chewing peony... Oh, it’s not that, you simply don’t understand tea. To let you taste my tea is truly a waste of heaven’s gifts! From now on, you can forget about getting even a sip of tea from Poor Daoist!"

The food-protective Taoist Priest Liao Chen was way too typical!

With a figure resembling a skeleton, it was really quite comical.

Su Pan’er rubbed her nose; she remembered that Old Cheng had a liking for drinking tea too. She didn’t know why, but he hadn’t shown it in front of Taoist Priest Liao Chen.

"Alright, both of you elders, please have a seat. Let’s set aside the tea and the dishes for a moment. Come, let’s see if the dishes I brought today are to your taste."

With a wave of Su Pan’er’s hand, Palace Maids stepped forward and quickly set the table full of dishes.

"I had the kitchen prepare these dishes, specially delivered for you two. Try them out, do they suit your taste?"

Taoist Priest Liao Chen adopted an unaffected demeanor, picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks in a leisurely manner, and aimed for a meatball to take a bite. But halfway through, another pair of chopsticks intercepted it!

Old Cheng directly popped the meatball into his mouth, savoring it with smacking sounds and shaking his head in delight.

"Delicious, so delicious. Indeed fitting for the Imperial Kitchen’s head chef, this taste is truly good."

While eating and enjoying himself, he also teasingly squinted and grimaced at Taoist Priest Liao Chen.

Ultimately, he completely infuriated Taoist Priest Liao Chen!

"You old coot, are you doing this on purpose to antagonize me?"

"When have I ever antagonized you? When, when, when? Ah, do tell."

Old Cheng’s attitude was that of a damn pig not afraid of scalding water, completely disregarding the other’s fiery rage. The two of them bickered with each other, ignoring the fact that together they were over one hundred and fifty years old and yet, like old children, they were not willing to give in an inch.

In contrast, Su Pan’er was sweating profusely, hastening to separate the two, "Elders, both of you, stop this. I have come today to discuss a matter with you two."

When it came to serious business, both finally put away their confrontational stance, sat up straight, and awaited Su Pan’er’s next words.

"Your Highness, please speak. I, Old Cheng, will definitely handle it perfectly for you!" Old Cheng was quick to offer.

Taoist Priest Liao Chen, however, held a different view, smugly glanced at Old Cheng, and stroked his goatee, "According to Poor Daoist, the Empress looks to be in high spirits due to joyous events. Perhaps there is a favor Your Highness wishes to ask for, please feel free to speak."

Old Cheng glared at him hatefully, but thankfully, he didn’t speak again.

"But to tell the truth, I did come here with a purpose today."

Su Pan’er explained her reason for coming: "...I just came to see if Shuang’er’s destined partner has appeared in her fate yet?"

Su Pan’er, who didn’t believe in gods or destiny, still couldn’t help but to come and ask when faced with such an important matter.

"Bring me both of their eight-character birth charts for a calculation."

Speaking of his old job, the teasing look on Liao Chen’s face disappeared, and he sat up straight.

Su Pan’er hurriedly handed over the birth dates and times of the two concerned.

Taoist Priest Liao Chen took them, moved his fingers for a while, and then nodded: "Not bad, not bad! Although it’s not what one might call a match made in heaven, it’s still considered a fine match."

Su Pan’er was taken aback, but before she could speak up, Old Cheng on the side had already started shouting.

"I say, you damn Taoist priest, if you’ve got no skills, then don’t spout nonsense here. If you ruin a girl’s chance at a good match, incurring karma, how will you end this!"

"What do you mean that the Poor Daoist incurred karma? The Poor Daoist is telling the absolute truth, without uttering a single lie."

Taoist Priest Liao Chen snorted indignantly: "Just because the Poor Daoist said it’s a match made in heaven, does it become one? The Poor Daoist wouldn’t lie for a few copper coins and betray my conscience. While that match made in heaven isn’t there, a first-rate match is even harder to find, don’t you understand?"

"The Poor Daoist will explain it to you. Take eating an egg, a small dish, and a bowl of congee in the morning, for instance. Some people feel like they can’t even make it through the day. Look how terrible that is—no abalone, sea cucumber, shark’s fin, nor tripe—is this type of food meant to feed beggars? But to others, having enough food and warmth, there’s nothing better than this kind of life! Just as a single type of rice nourishes many, living life is the same..."

Liao Chen opened up and started speaking non-stop.

Old Cheng was listening intently, and when there was a pause, he stealthily winked at Su Pan’er.

Su Pan’er pursed her lips in a smile; it seemed these two, when put together, would never find themselves bored.

However, from their conversation, she also learned a bit about the so-called fate that Liao Chen spoke of and returned to her sleeping chamber content.

Some days later, news came that Lord Zhang had personally taken the deputy minister of the Ministry of Works to the Qin Family’s Mansion to propose marriage!

As soon as the news was out, it immediately caused quite a stir in Shengjing City!

The deputy minister had recently been reprimanded by His Majesty for "lax governance" and was fined three months’ salary. Just when everyone thought he was in for a hard time, news spread that the deputy minister had uncovered a Ministry of Works corruption case that had troubled His Majesty, earning high praise and a reward from him.

Just when everyone was fretting over the excessive favor the deputy minister seemed to be enjoying, in the blink of an eye, he had started playing matchmaker! And the matchmaker’s task wasn’t for just any family but for the First Princess’ reading companion from His Majesty’s sworn brother’s family. Wasn’t this another step up for the deputy minister?

But as much as everyone might envy the arrangement, the news that Lord Zhang’s second son would be betrothed to the First Princess’ companion was still the talk of the Capital City.

When the news reached the Imperial Palace, Qin Yi was taken aback: "Zhang Zhongding hasn’t achieved much in court and was often away; I’m surprised that you could find such a candidate. What’s more valuable is that he even caught Shuang’er’s eye. Pity, though..."

What a pity, he did not say.

Years ago, he often saw Qin Shuang’er playing with Su Ke, and he thought they were childhood playmates who would naturally come together as they grew up. Now it seems he thought too much!