"My mother used to call me Little Huhu." Hearing this, the tiger stopped gnawing on the radish and said to Wang Yin.

Thinking of Li Shimin's shouting at the tiger every day, Wang Yin suddenly felt that his eyes hurt even more...

"Forget it, I'll give you one... Wang Yin touched his chin and pondered: "... It's better to call it... It's called... Forget it, let's call it Taggo. ”

Wang Yin originally wanted to call Goudaner, but when he thought that Li Shimin's shouting of 'Goudan'er' and 'Dogdan' felt more spicy, he simply used the homonym of English.

Besides, this tiger is so smart, he will definitely not agree, although he may not resist due to the forced allegiance effect of the potion, but the ghost knows if it will give the whole depression after a long time...

"Big brother? Who is too? Forget it... The tiger was stunned for a moment, muttered something in his mouth, and then continued to bow his head and nibble on the radish, which seemed to be not resistant to the name.

"Well, Tygo, you've been staying here lately, and if a rabbit named Brother Ba comes to you in a few days, you'll go with him." Wang Yin admonished, then turned his head and said to the women next to him: "You can help Tiger cook when you cook, don't be hungry." ”

"But by the orders of the immortals." A group of women hurriedly responded.

Immediately, Wang Yin suddenly remembered something, pointed to something on the ground and asked Xiong Da: "Do you eat these?" ”

"Hmm." Xiong nodded.

"Then why do you go out and find food on your own every time?" Wang Yin suddenly wondered.

"That... I eat a lot... Xiong Da was embarrassed and said, "If you eat what is here, these young ladies will have to go hungry." ”

"Good boy!" After hearing this, Wang Yin patted Xiong Da's head: "It's so sensible!" ”

Hearing Xiong Da say this, Wang Yin even wanted to go back and roasted the two-forced rabbit with a broken mouth: people have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away, this bird and rabbit really can't look at it...

After dealing with the tiger's affairs, Wang Yin turned around and headed towards the village.

"Erniu, go back to Chang'an to help the women in the cave buy some New Year's goods and come back." After finding Wang Erniu, Wang Yin directly took out a hundred pieces and threw them on the ground.

The main reason is that Wang Yin is afraid that these women still have a shadow on Chang'an City now, and if they let them go by themselves, they are afraid that they will resist in their hearts.

Besides, it is really inconvenient for so many women to go to Chang'an City like this.

"Immortals, it can't take so much." Seeing this, Wang Erniu hurriedly said.

"Then buy them some rouge gouache or something, and you can watch it anyway." Wang Yin casually explained and turned to leave.

After dealing with the last things, Wang Yin returned to the ordinary salted fish life, and the bag of joy tossed around at home by a group of servants and a few animals in the General's Mansion all day long added a little bit of anger and was not as cold as before.

Wang San and Wang Wu don't have to go to work now, the two of them follow Cuizhu's ass all day long, and they have nothing to do to be courteous, and the others don't seem to like Cuizhu very much, but they launched an offensive against Chunxiang and them.

It may be that Wang Yin's words played a role before, or it may be that opposites attract, anyway, a stick of men and women is hot all day long, plus Brother Ba, a second forced couple, came to a god to assist, and ordinary people can be regarded as playing a hi hi Pippi.

In the blink of an eye, thirty arrived.

After breakfast, a group of slaves began to prepare for the New Year's food, which was probably some special food of the Tang Dynasty, anyway, Wang Yin didn't know a few.

"Alright, let's get these out of here." Wang Yin clapped his hands and said, "Let's make dumplings today." ”

"Young master, what are dumplings?" Cuizhu, who has always maintained a strong interest in food, was the first to raise questions.

"It's a kind of food that is boiled in a pot with dough wrapped in the filling." Wang Yin roughly explained.

"It turned out to be Jiao'er." Everyone looked stunned when they heard this.

"It doesn't matter what it's called." Wang Yin said casually, and then commanded everyone to withdraw the previous ingredients, and then took out a lot of meat and spices and other things and put them on the board.

"Young Master, is this beef?" Jarvis looked at the beef on the table and wondered.

"Well, let's get a few more fillings and have a good time." Wang Yin explained.

"But young master, it's illegal to eat beef... Jarvis hesitated.

Hearing Jarvis's words, Wang Yin felt a pain in the egg: Now Datang wants to keep the farmland for cattle, so it is directly illegal to eat beef! Only those old and dead cattle can be eaten, and they have to go to the government to report, anyway, it is very troublesome, and it is inconvenient for Wang Yin to get some beef to sell in the restaurant. After all, you still have to save some face for Lao Li, right?

Speaking of this, I have to mention Cheng Yanjin: The condition of the cultivated land of this goods is too bad, it must be all kinds of big pits and the like, and his cattle will fall to death in a few days...

"Okay, you guys don't care, just eat and you're done." But Wang Yin didn't care about this: "Cuizhu, a few of your cooks go and make noodles, Wang San, a few of you go and wash these meats." ”

When the servants saw Wang Yin say this, they said no more.

Anyway, my young master is an immortal, and it's okay to come and eat beef at home behind closed doors.

Besides, His Majesty shouldn't have time to hang out during the New Year...

Cuizhu and the others rolled up their sleeves and ran to make noodles when they heard this, although it was not the first time they had seen it, but looking at the snow-white flour in the helmet, a group of cooks still felt extremely emotional: I'm afraid only the fairy world can make such snow-white flour. . .

A group of slaves washed the meat with noodles, and Wang Yin ran to deal with the shrimp and other stuffing.

After all, these things have not been dealt with in the cabinet door, so it is better to do it yourself.

The pickled and the cut should be cut, and with the blessing of Wang Yin's God of Food skills, these fillings were quickly processed.

When a group of slaves saw Wang Yin's busy figure there, they were all fascinated: The young master is like a trick when he cooks, it's so good-looking!

A group of cooks stared hard at each other, for fear of missing every detail.

When Wang Yin taught them to stir-fry before, they were already deeply impressed by Wang Yin's cooking skills: they didn't expect the dishes to be able to do this!

As a result, the first time I was disturbed by the aroma of stir-frying, I couldn't concentrate on Wang Yin's specific operation at all. . .

Later, Wang Yin taught them to cook a few times, but Wang Yin's level was too high, even if he pinched his nose and stared out his eyes, he still couldn't see it.

Although they knew that they couldn't see anything useful, they had to stare vigorously every time Wang Yin cooked: maybe there would be a harvest this time?