In this era, people eat a very single variety of food, eating meat is eating meat, and there is no other food in it, which makes me feel that it is an excellent opportunity to show the cuisine culture thousands of years later.

Although I don't know how to cook, I haven't eaten pork or seen a pig run, and I occupied the kitchen in the helplessness of Mama Jiang's almost pleading.

Soon my frivolity was dumbfounded: I only knew the pairings, but I didn't know what to put in and how to make them.

After a period of increasingly desperate attempts failed, there was a sound of Mama Jiang playing and saying that Lin would continue to pass on the meal, I panicked, put all the cut meat and vegetables into the pot, put the only seasonings one by one, and then called Mama Jiang to come in and burn the fire.

Okay, I'll admit that this meal was not as good as I expected, but I was really sad to see Lin Jixiang suspiciously look at the vegetable soup (let's call it vegetable soup) and look at Mama Jiang and continue to ask for food.

"Master, didn't Mama Jiang already bring the meal?" I didn't let anyone say that I was going to cook, I wanted to surprise Lin Jixiang.

I mean, I thought, I wanted to surprise him.

In order not to lose more face, I let them all go down.

"No food?"

"Isn't that—" My reply was not at all plausible: "Stew?" ”

Lin Jixiang looked at the silver basin, then at me, then at the vegetable soup for a long time, and asked, "Where?" It can't be this, right? ”

"It doesn't look like a dish, but it might taste good, so I'll try it first."

Lin Jixiang didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in my gourd, so he took the silver chopsticks I wanted to taste and said bravely: "I'll try it." ”

His sexy Adam's apple squirmed up and down twice, and I can be pretty sure that he didn't swallow because he was tempted to eat.

He looked at him nervously, and his heart was beating to his throat. "How?" He finally delivered the food to his mouth, but his face did not change in the slightest.

Looking into my eyes, Lin Jixiang paused after chewing in his mouth, and then swallowed.

"You can't do it, right?"

Does he mean tasty or unpalatable?

Lin Jixiang looked at the silver basin, which was a black mixed soup, and his Adam's apple moved again, and he couldn't help but smile and look at me who was embarrassed.

"If you really did it, that's—well."

I thought I had misheard, and snickered at him.

"You can tell me what I just ate, right?"

"Huh?"

"Or guess it." Lin Jixiang couldn't help it and laughed insolently.

"Roar, you're kidding me?" He stretched out his grip to catch him, but he laughed even more wildly.

In my memory, it was the first time Lin Jixiang laughed so happily and so refreshingly.

"I'll try it, if it's that ugly."

I picked up the chopsticks and was pressed by Lin Jixiang.

"It's not unpalatable," he paused and said with a smile, "It's not unpalatable." ”

He used his body to stop Lin Jixiang's laughter, but he was hugged in his arms and couldn't move.

"Wait and see, this girl will definitely become a generation of cooks, and when the time comes, I will beg me to cook for you." My arrogant mouth hardened.

"It's the best, if you are a skilled cook, you will have an extra bargaining chip for victory in front of King Qin." Lin Jixiang's words made the originally ambiguous breath cold to ice.

Does such a sensitive topic have to be said at this time?

"Before you succeed, the teacher will solve all your failures." Lin Jixiang tried his best to blend in with the atmosphere.

"Eat, you have to eat it all, and in the future, as long as you talk nonsense, I will make this soup for you to drink, and make more and more." I puffed up the soup for him, first filled half a bowl, and then thought about it, and then added it to the full.

"Did the princess want the life of her teacher?"

Lin Jixiang indulged me tolerantly and let me mess around.

"You're going to say it's 'murdering your relatives...'" I stopped in the middle of laughing, squatted beside his leg in a flattering way, and discussed: "Master Shi, can I call you 'Xianggong' in the future?" ”

I've wanted to call it that way for a long time, but in the Warring States period, the prime minister was not a husband, and most people in the world understood this title as an honorific title for men's status. My name is Lin Jixiang "Xianggong", which means that I regard him as the other half of my life in my own heart.

Lin Jixiang smiled when he saw me so solemnly, and said, "Haven't you always wanted to do what you wanted, how could you be 'docile'?" ”

"That's a promise?" With tears in my eyes, I cautiously shouted, "Xianggong! ”

Lin Jixiang thought I was joking, pulled me up, and handed me the dishes and chopsticks. "You can't eat these meals, I'll let them remake them for you."

"Xianggong, you remember, only I can call you this title, no one else is allowed, no one is allowed." I pleaded with Lin to succeed the prime minister.

"Then you have to promise me that in the future, you must restrain your naughty personality in front of others and anyone, and only in front of the prime minister can you frolic unscrupulously, otherwise you will be hated." He is just as strict.

"Pull the hook!" I held out my little thumb and giggled at him.

"I can't help it." Xianggong was so worn out by me that he lost his temper.

In addition to the daily tutorial of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting rituals, I made the soup by myself at lunchtime, and because I couldn't let the cooks see me, Jiang Mama and Luo Cong also followed me to improve a lot of fire skills.

Several times Lin Jixiang had diarrhea after eating, but even when the imperial doctor's medicine was not finished, he still insisted on eating what I cooked, and I was moved, so I cooked very carefully, and the progress was also very fast.

But it must be said that it is still far from the cook here in Xianggong.

In the dead of night, Xianggong always played his own music and looked at the distant moon alone, until I learned some fur from him, I sat beside him with a paulownia piano, and jerkily participated in his rhythm.

The scene of Qin Se and Ming is really much warmer than the scene of one person playing music and one person falling asleep.

Xianggong finally opened his heart to me, and he whispered faintly, talking about his sadness.

It turned out that he was a descendant of Lin Xiangru.

Lin Xiangru lived a stable life when he was a child, learned a lot of knowledge in the school, and when he was fifteen years old, the Qin State occupied the land of Lin, and since then the Lin clan began a miserable life of displacement, but fortunately Lin Xiangru honed his will in this catastrophe and enriched his experience.

Due to the threat of war, the Lin clan moved to Handan, the state of Zhao, they lost the land on which they depended, and the homeland of harmony, the rich life became embarrassed, until 283 BC when the Qin state wanted to forcibly take the Zhao state and the Bilin clan.

Lin Xiangru was worshiped by Zhao Guo as an official and got the personal friendship of the Queen Mother.

The Lin family was downtrodden and attracted the Qin State to hold a grudge, so when the Empress Dowager had saved Lin Xiangru, Lin Xiangru took the most favored grandson to be loyal to the Qi State, and the Empress Dowager gave her grandson the name Lin Jixiang in honor of Lin Xiangru.

Lin Jixiang is deeply loved by the Empress Dowager, he is the shadow of the Empress Dowager in government affairs, and he is also the head of the Qi State Think Tank, so his words are like the Empress Dowager's own words, but he has no identity to the outside world.

My pitch is getting lower and lower.

His loneliness and mission are my thoughts, and I can empathize with his thoughts and his urgency about the future.

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