"Okay, I'll see how I cook the dishes later, and then cook those pig foods for me in the future, and I'll let you raise pigs!" Feng Yong waved his spoon and threatened the chubby cook who was squatting in front of the stove to burn the fire.

The feeding ratio of roosters and hens is generally about one to ten, and the roosters bought back by the housekeeper are a little too much, and finally have a little fat after raising them for a while, and it is just right to take the excess roosters to slaughter.

Killing chickens, removing hair, removing internal organs, and then cutting them into suitable chicken pieces, these tasks naturally don't need Feng Yong to do, the only thing he has to do is stir-fry.

Thanks to the wisdom of the ancient people, the basic seasonings needed for stir-frying, such as ginger, green onions, sauce, vinegar, etc., have appeared, so as not to make the taste of stir-fry too bland.

Let the cook heat the iron pot, and then put in the anointing oil, "squeak" sound, oil and gas rose in the pot, Feng Yong took a deep breath, this taste, it is really wonderful! Makes him feel the urge to burst into tears, how long has it been since he smelled this?

Chicken is naturally tender, and it would be better if you put some sugar when frying, but at this time, it is estimated that there is sugar in the whole world, and it is still inferior gray sugar, so Feng Yong will not force it. As for the current China, there is also a thing called maltose, not to mention the dead expensive, there is no place to buy it, it can only be seen in the homes of the rich and noble, and this is even less extravagant.

Waiting for the first plate of fried chicken to come out of the pot, Feng Yong sniffed and resisted the urge to reach out and pick up a piece and put it in his mouth.

The butler next to him has been twitching for a long time, and if he makes some indecent actions at this time, he is afraid that he will desperately come up and smash the pot.

After frying three or four dishes in a row, Feng Yong couldn't hold back the scratching of the greedy worms in his stomach, threw down the spoon and ran away with the dishes.

Lao Tzu's stomach is already hungry!

"Wrong, I was wrong, all wrong......" The butler muttered as he looked at the lord who had not run away at all, with a dull expression.

"Father Zhao, what are you talking about?" The younger sister blinked her big eyes and asked cutely.

Steward Zhao waved his hand weakly, "Don't worry about me, go and serve the lord for dinner." ”

The head of the house has made a new meal, and it is a very delicious meal. The butler said that he was happy and sad, and he could see that his lord was definitely not an ordinary person, either a family heirloom, or a son of a high-ranking person, otherwise there was no way to explain his various behaviors.

Strange people, there are always something different, and sometimes it is most normal to be crazy in the eyes of ordinary people. It's a joy to be able to follow strange people, but it's also a sad thing. The happy thing is that you can get rid of the strange people, and the blessed ones may ascend to heaven one day, and the sad thing is that following the strange people requires great endurance, and maybe one day you will become crazy in the eyes of others, and the housekeeper feels that she needs to be quiet.

Zhao Guang arrived as promised, this time not with an ox cart, but on a tall horse. Dressed in an ochre-colored round-necked robe, with a moon-white ribbon with thunder patterns around his waist, he is still as beautiful as a flower, ah, no, he is still so graceful and graceful. Seeing that even the village woman with a bucket on her waistline had a look of spring in her eyes, Feng Yong guessed that this guy was swaggering across the street along the way, but he was afraid that he had charmed many young girls and young women.

So reincarnation is a technical job! Like Zhao Guang, who has inherited his father's perfect genes, is also a second-generation official, and his father is also the only general among the five tiger generals who has survived to the present, and the winner in life is nothing more than that.

This is a very likable guy, not only handsome, but also very polite. Even when he handed the door-to-door gift in his hand to the housekeeper, he still maintained a polite posture - it was the gift that made Feng Yong feel a little surprised.

The doorway was a jar of wine, plus a mention of pork weighing about five or six pounds, and most of it was fat.

It was only after the Tang Dynasty that pork became a lowly thing, and in this era of extreme material scarcity, pork was still a food that only the rich and noble could eat. At the Hongmen Banquet, which could be regarded as the highest banquet at that time, Xiang Yu once rewarded Fan Hao with a piece of half-baked pig thigh. How can the meat that can be served at the highest state banquet be cheap meat? Fatty meat, on the other hand, is known as cream, and in this era when there is generally no oil and water in the stomach, fatty meat is considered the most delicious thing.

Not to mention wine, in the early years when Liu Bei first entered Shu, it was illegal to even have wine-making tools, let alone wine-making, which was to be killed directly. Although it is not as exaggerated as it used to be, Prohibition has not been lifted.

Feng Yong doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't like to eat fatty meat, but this doesn't mean that he doesn't understand that what Zhao Guang brought is no longer an ordinary greeting gift.

"The courtesy is not light, it seems that the visitor must ask for something?"

The words were a little unkind, and even the housekeeper on the side was a little sideways, isn't the lord sick again?

"Yes, yes. Just because the master's family has a heavy treasure, so sincerely ask for it. When Zhao Guang heard Feng Yong's words, he couldn't help but be stunned, but he immediately reacted, people in the mountain gate always have a strange temper, which is understandable.

The words were answered beautifully, but Feng Yong was groaning in his heart, MMP, the house is calculated, and the only thing that can be called a treasure is the method of raising chickens. Could it be that the housekeeper has been collecting chickens and ducks too much these days, and he is still being targeted? This method of raising chickens doesn't mean that it can't be passed on, but at least it has to wait until he earns enough money for the first pot of gold, not that it will be passed on now!

"I can't imagine that in this remote country, there is also a treasure that can enter Zhao Langjun's eyes? It's really an honor, why don't you come into the middle of the house to hear it? ”

The gifts are all in hand, and the people have already sent down the post, and now they can't drive people out when they come to the door, so they have to welcome the house to see the opportunity to act.

"Then bother!" Zhao Guangxi is in a good shape, and he is ready to be embarrassed when he comes this time. After all, in the eyes of the world, people in the hidden world are always arrogant and unapproachable. They have wisdom that is not found in the world, but they often look down on the world like ants. But he didn't know that the son of the master in front of him was not even a Han Dynasty person, just a turtle wearing the skin of a Han Dynasty person.

Although he had been here for a long time, Feng Yong was still ignorant of the etiquette that was prevalent in the mainstream society of the Han Dynasty. Because he has always been able to come into contact with the people he can come into contact with, the most knowledgeable is the housekeeper, and he has never even been to CD City, how much etiquette do you expect such a turtle to know? So according to Feng Yong's own understanding, when the guests come, of course, they greet the guests to eat and drink. - Although this guest may not be the distinguished guest he imagined earlier, and it is likely to be a bad customer, but now he can't notify the kitchen to temporarily change the menu, so he has to take out the dishes that he originally prepared and greet them.

Of course, the so-called drinking, of course, does not refer to drinking. During the war years, especially in the ancient war years, when grain production was particularly low, grain was one of the most important strategic materials, and using grain to make wine was a crime. So Feng Yong invited the second generation of Zhao Guan to drink soup, chicken soup. From this, it can also be seen that Zhao Guang came to the door with a jar of wine, which can really be regarded as a heavy gift.

"I have good food, but I don't have good wine to serve my guests. You don't mind if I use this wine to entertain Brother Zhao, right? Feng Yong pointed to the wine jar that the butler was carrying.

Forget it, I don't like to drink anyway, I do a full set of plays, Lao Tzu treats you warmly, treats you like a brother, you are always embarrassed to make excessive requests, right?

"I don't dare to ask for it!" Zhao Guang's throat rolled up and down a few times, and he smiled in a low voice, "I really don't dare to hide it, I haven't smelled wine for a long time!" This wine was originally treasured by an elder, but this time it took a long time to ask for it as a door-to-door gift! ”

I didn't expect to be young, but he was a good drinker.

Feng Yong pointed at Zhao Guang and wanted to say a few words, but he pointed to the wine altar, and the two laughed at each other.

The era of looking at faces was not only in later generations, but also in ancient times. knew that Zhao Guang deliberately drew closer to the relationship between the two, but looking at that beautiful face, it just made people feel disgusted.