Hit and? Isn't that a tossing all night? Juntaro the little dog naturally won't give up so easily. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Since Her Royal Highness the Venerable Empress Dowager said that there will be peace, then even if you make peace with Imperial Chef Xue.

However, today there is no winner or loser, the previous agreement to decide the free trade between the Great Song Dynasty and our country by a cooking competition, there is no result, it is late tonight, it is better to have a cooking competition in three days, we must decide the level. ”

Several ministers were not good-hearted, thinking that today's peace would delay the affairs of the Song and Japanese trades, and the Japanese envoys did not have the opportunity to meet the official family and the queen mother every day, and they could go to the Ministry of Rites in the future, and they could be perfunctory.

But this little dog chef bit the official family's initial words and didn't let go, so he ...... Doesn't it fit his name too well?

This competition is said to be a handshake, in fact, everyone knows who wins and who loses, and Chef Xue wants to show his skills in front of the Empress Dowager and the official family, resulting in the egg fried rice made flashy.

If it is another one, in terms of culinary skills, there is a good chance that Chef Xue is not the opponent of this Japanese chef.

Xue Yuchu understood even more in his heart, with only one egg, one rice and one shallot, he was ashamed to be able to make such a delicious egg fried rice.

The ideas that Fang just wanted to show off and those unrealistic dreams of getting promoted and making a fortune were like water and moon in the mirror, and they were shattered in an instant, and Chef Xue was now afraid that he would have to compete with this Japanese chef in three days, what dishes would he come up with to deal with it?

The Empress Dowager and her old people are even more irritable, isn't it good for everyone to shake hands and make peace? I don't understand the golden mean of our Great Song Dynasty at all, so I have to compare the winners and losers, and I don't give the palace any face.

Everyone didn't like this aggressive Japanese chef very much, only the little emperor thought this person was interesting, unwilling to draw, and ambitious.

No one spoke, and the hall was suddenly quiet and a little weird, Zhao Xu suddenly had the responsibility of the king of a country at this time, and pointed to the little dog Juntaro and said: "It's better than it, three days later, right?" ”

Zhao Xu crossed his fingers and thought for a while, "Today is August 15, three days later it will be August 18, and at noon that day, I am still here, teach you how talented my Da Song is and teach you what real cooking is!" ”

Zhao Hao didn't want to get involved in this matter, what an interesting thing it was to try his cooking skills, but this Japanese chef had to mix in something boring about whether he was in business or not, so he didn't spoil the fun.

However, since his emperor's eldest nephew was interested, as an uncle, he naturally wanted to cheer for his eldest nephew.

"That's right, let's just say it, August 18, let's compare, we must compare!"

Zhao Hao has seen Juntaro Koizumi's cooking skills, and also sighed that the little dog is a rare person he has seen in his life who is extremely talented in cooking, but compared with Yang Huairen's wonderful performance in Guiyanlou during the day today, that is, Guan Gong played with a big knife in front of him, and Lu Ban played with an axe and chisel in front of the door.

Zhao Xu and Zhao Hao's two uncles and nephews are also worthy of being a family, and Zhao Xu also feels that the cooking skills of Mr. Xue, who is not small, are too inferior, and they are not as good as the young Chef Yang he saw during the day.

Uncle Wang also said so, and it is estimated that Yang Huairen will definitely be able to defeat this arrogant Japanese cook.

Lu Dafang, Cheng Yi, Fan Chunren and other ministers only sighed helplessly, complaining in their hearts that the bad thing was bad for this child's temperamental official family and his uncle Wang, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Zhao Hao was happy for a while, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. I touched my chin and thought about it, and suddenly remembered what day August 18 was.

Only then did he pat his thigh and head next to him, and said in his heart that Yang Huairen must hate me to death now, people are going to get married on August 18, so that you and your eldest nephew are so tossed, delaying people to marry wives, and they have to play with you?

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On August 15, Chinese like to enjoy the moon with their families and enjoy this moment of spiritual peace in the midst of busyness.

It's just that although the moon is round today, it is a pity that there are often some faint clouds blocking the moonlight, as if a light veil, so that people do not see the true face of the beautiful moon girl.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in Yang's house is different from other people's homes, whether it is the host or guest, or the servants and maids, they all celebrate the festival together, and the apprentices in the garden also shouted, and there are not so many people in the lobby, so a few tables are set up in the courtyard, and everyone drinks reunion wine and admires the moon together.

As the saying goes, the clouds cover the moon on the fifteenth day of August, and the snow lights up on the first day of the first month.

Yang Huairen felt that there would be no shortage of snow this winter, and when he told his family, everyone laughed.

My mother said that it is a good thing that there is more snow, because it can freeze to death and hide in the soil, and it replenishes the soil with water, and the next year will be a good year.

Yang Huairen didn't know if the insects were frozen or not, but he also looked forward to everyone's good wishes for a bumper harvest year in the coming year.

I haven't been to Zhuangzi for a long time, I don't know how the vegetable greenhouse is covered, the weather is getting colder day by day, these rare vegetables can't freeze to death, in the future, it is still a trivial matter to expect these rare vegetables to get rich, if Yang Huairen can't eat potatoes and tomatoes for the rest of his life, it will be too difficult for him.

The cooking competition is over, and in three days, he can marry his fiancée He Zhiyun, and when the time comes, he can go to Zhuangzi to have a happy life.

As for the battle between the Qinglian Gang and the Black Tiger Gang, he can't control it and doesn't want to care about it, as long as Lan Ruoxin doesn't owe him money at that time, what if they are people from the gang?

At today's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Yang Huairen felt that something was missing, and at first he felt that he was busy preparing for the cooking competition and forgot to prepare moon cakes.

For the first time in history, moon cakes were recorded in the Ming Dynasty's "West Lake Excursion Meeting", in fact, in the Song Dynasty, there were already dim sums similar to moon cakes, but they were used to worship the ancestors, and the name was not called moon cakes.

Thinking about it again, Yang Huairen felt that this was the first time he had not spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with his father. Seeing that there are many family members around him to celebrate the festival together, he doesn't know if his father in another time and space is also accompanied by someone.

A gust of wind blew, and Yang Huairen couldn't help but sneeze, rub his nose, and then another big sneeze.

He Zhiyun hurriedly took out a handkerchief to help him wipe his nose, and asked gently, "Is it cold?" ”

Mother Yang also hurriedly instructed the maid to go to the room to pick up the coat, as soon as the maid got up, Lian'er ran out, Mother Yang and Wang Mingyuan quietly glanced at each other, and both of them smiled heartily.

Yang Huairen felt the warmth of his family, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, it's just a sneeze." ”

said this, but in his heart he was secretly scolding: "Which bastard is this grandma who is arranging brother behind his back?" ”