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"Today, the restaurants are starting to close, and Ci knows that you can't find a place to eat today. ”

Wei Ci lit a few charcoal basins, and only when the temperature in the room rose slightly did he take off the thick fur wind that was covering his body.

"I don't know when the restaurant opened ......"

Zhang Ping asked while eating, not caring about the rules of eating without saying anything.

"It should be the fifth day of junior high school. ”

The exact date Wei Ci didn't know, it was just his guess.

The government affairs hall is closed two days in advance, a total of seven days, calculate the time, the restaurant outside may be open on the fifth day of the new year.

During this time, Zhang Ping had nowhere to buy food.

"Tomorrow I will go to the dental store to buy a mother-in-law who can cook and laundry......"

Zhang Ping said last time that he was going to buy it, but he hasn't gone until now.

Wei Ci's expression was a little hesitant, even if Zhang Ping, who was a little nervous, felt his abnormality.

"Zixiao has something to say to Ping, although it is said that there is no need to be so branched. ”

Wei Ci sighed and said, "Xi Heng has thought about staying in Xiangyang County?"

Zhang Ping wrinkled his brows, he was not stupid, he naturally understood that Wei Ci was trying to recruit himself for his lord.

"Ping's character, Zixiao, you know that you are the most impatient with those government affairs. If you stay in the government affairs hall all day long, dealing with a bunch of mundane things, you can't stand it. Zhang Ping's words were already refused.

Some people want to pacify the four seas of Kyushu and return the ambition of the world to Qinghai Yan, such as Wei Ci.

Some people get by, no matter how noisy the outside world is, they just like to indulge in their own world, such as Zhang Ping.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and they should not be forced.

Wei Ci showed a faint smile, "Now this lord, her personality may be exactly what Xi Heng wants." ”

Zhang Ping raised his eyebrows and sighed, "How do you say that?"

"Xi Heng has studied all kinds of siege equipment and defensive equipment, and it just so happens that the lord is also a fellow believer. ”

Wei Ci's voice was not hurried, and he was not worried at all that Zhang Ping would not be moved.

For a person like Zhang Ping, there is no lord who is more in line with his heart than Jiang Pengji.

Wei Ci knows her, what she is best at is not fighting wars or mouth cannons, but "employing people".

Take Zhang Ping as an example, his government affairs are not very good, but he is obsessed with organ objects, and he is quite talented and aura in design and manufacturing, so it is impossible for Jiang Pengji to let Zhang Ping get in touch with too much government affairs, and the biggest possibility is to throw him into the woodworking workshop, set up a similar department, specialize in this area, and then squeeze him to death.

On the contrary, Zhang Ping, who is enthusiastic about the organ, will not only not complain, but will be happy to be squeezed.

Typically, it was sold and paid for the number of people.

Zhang Ping was not persuaded so easily, after all, no one knew how much water was mixed in his sentence.

"Ci will show you something, and after reading it, it will not be too late for Xiheng to make a decision. ”

After speaking, Wei Ci took out a roll of bamboo paper from his sleeve.

This roll of bamboo paper is not cut, it is very large, and when it is slowly unfolded, it is full of ancient monster pieces painted with charcoal blocks.

Laymen can't understand it, but Zhang Ping, who is a scholar of the Mo family, is the most sensitive to this thing, and he almost pounces on it to grab it.

Zhang Ping looked carefully at the design of the bed crossbow, and looked at it for a while, and his eyes became brighter and brighter the more he looked at it.

He suppressed his excitement and asked, "Who painted this?"

"The lord painted it by herself, and she is curious about the Mo family. It's just that because of the family tradition, I still learned Confucianism. ”

Zhang Ping was fascinated, and only sighed regretfully after half a sound, "It's a pity." ”

It's a pity that a good seedling of the Mo family entered Confucianism in vain.

What's even more regrettable is that according to Jiang Pengji's current status, it is impossible for her to study quietly.

Blind with such a good talent and aura.

The corners of Wei Ci's lips rose a few degrees, and he asked him in a soft voice, "Xiheng agreed?"

Zhang Ping wanted to roll his eyes, but said angrily, "This trip is really a big loss." ”

knew that there was such a pit waiting for him, and Zhang Ping would not follow Wei Ci to the north no matter what he said.

Wei Ci had a pure expression on his face, and his tone was embarrassed.

"There are many more complex drawings of instruments in the main study...... The share in your hand, it was still Ci and the lord who spoke in a good voice, and the lord reluctantly agreed to let Ci bring it out...... If Xi Heng was curious about other drawings, Ci Ke couldn't help it. ”

In fact, Wei Ci just asked Jiang Pengji if she had anything in her hand that could catch the Mo family, and she threw this.

Zhang Ping was angry in his heart, and said angrily, "Wei Zixiao, you are also a black-hearted." ”

In order to attract people to join the gang, even such shameless means have been used, I don't know if he can't resist the temptation?

The smile on Wei Ci's face remained the same, and even brighter.

"The lord is going to hold a New Year's banquet, do you want Xiheng to go over together?"

Zhang Ping was still a little depressed at this time, and opened his mouth and said, "Don't go." ”

Wei Ci said, "There is no rice and grain reserve at home, is Xi Heng planning to drink the northwest wind and open a restaurant on the fifth day of the new year?"

Zhang Ping was dumbfounded: "......"

This time, he was really speechless.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered one thing, how did Wei Ci solve his personal dietary problem during this time?

Zhang Ping's mouth purred, and he asked this question.

Wei Ci replied, "The government affairs hall has a special kitchen, and the meals on weekdays are still good. ”

Especially after Wei Ci came, everyone's living standards rose gradually, and even the officials made them complain that they were stained with Wei Ci's light.

Because Wei Ci is a sick person, he needs to take good care of his body, and the food should naturally be fine and nutritionally balanced.

Jiang Pengji learned from the audience in the live broadcast room, and now she is learning and selling.

She went to make a pot and other utensils, taught the chef how to stir-fry in oil, and how to add spices to make food more delicious.

Only then did the audience in the live broadcast room know that the world where the anchor is located is so backward in terms of diet!

The food of this era is still simply cooked, can this be endured?

At most, the seasoning is salt and pepper.

There is not even a pot for stir-frying, let alone stir-frying!

Many foods are boiled directly in hot water, such as boiling cabbage in hot water with a little salt...... Such tasteless food.

Oh, it's winter and there is no cabbage at all.

Not to mention steaming, stir-frying, stir-frying, roasting, stir-frying, frying, stewing, stewing, frying, simmering, mixing...... and so on.

As for the eight major cuisines described by the audience in the live broadcast room, a 5,000-year-old foodie country, there is no need to count on it.

Even if Jiang Pengji doesn't enjoy her tongue, but for a long time, she was also a little greedy by the audience in the live broadcast room.

Therefore, it is understandable that Wei Ci has gained a little weight during this time.

For example, the marinated chicken leg that Wei Ci secretly came back today, it was made by Jiang Pengji taking the chef to experiment several times and wasting a lot of ingredients and seasonings, such a marinade has already made Feng Jin not want to go home and rub against the small kitchen of the government affairs hall.

Even so, the audience in the live broadcast room was still picky and felt that she had eaten too hard.

[Kneel down and call Dad]: Alas, poor anchor, I really want to order an interdimensional takeaway to increase your knowledge.

[Last Update]: Hey, Yellow Chicken Villa, why hasn't the Yellow Braised Chicken Rice I ordered come yet?

[Mighty Forever]: Poor anchor, I just went to order a rice bowl with shredded potatoes and beef for you to smell it.