A bowl of egg custard makes the two Warring States turtles unable to eat people, if there is seafood soy sauce, I am afraid that they will eat all the pottery bowls, Yun Yue pouted and continued to talk to the flour in his hand.

Flour is not available in the army, and the food culture of these years is simply a desert. The soldiers in the army were still cooking wheat and eating it, and everyone couldn't figure out where Bai Yunyue's slightly yellowing thing came from. There were even a few guys who stole the flour in the noodle bag and ate it, and just by looking at the way they stuck out their tongues, it didn't taste very good. Hell if the fucking dry flour tastes good.

After the dough was reconciled, I found a smooth round stick to make a rolling pin, and the dough was a technical job, and the thing needed boron gray to play. Yun Yue can't get this thing now, and she can't play with knife noodles. Damn let Yun Yue's top dough begin to peel, that is pure suicide.

The trouser belt noodle is no problem, and the people in Guanzhong like this thing very much. The wide trouser belt was born one by one under the dagger, and Yun Yue selectively forgot that Lao Jiang was still using it to cut people's throats in the morning.

I want to make a smash, but I don't have a suitable green vegetable for this month. I had no choice but to cut the trouser belt face a little thinner.

A bowl of clay chili noodles was placed on the table, and the boiling soybean oil was poured in.

"Zila!" The clay bowl boiled instantly, and the peppers were scalded by the hot oil and burst into countless foams. A strong aroma of chili peppers spread, and the soldiers all around were sniffing. This fragrance makes people feel the urge to commit crimes, even if they fight to get a knife, they have to taste it.

Lian Po closed his eyes and took a big breath, and he was reluctant to open his eyes for a long time.

"Your Majesty, what the old man said is true! This kid's cooking skills are comparable to Yi Ya. Just smelling this fragrance, the old man was a little distracted. I really want to know what it tastes like for this thing he makes. After a long time, Lian Po opened his eyes, turned his head and reported his feelings to the gentleman.

"Not bad! Just now a few eggs are so delicious, Benjun is looking forward to what kind of delicacy this bowl is. ”

Yun Yue was not idle, and asked the full-time cook beside him while he was busy. "Dude, who is the old man who calls himself Benjun?"

The cook had already regarded Yun Yue as a celestial being, and had just tasted Yun Yue's egg custard. I almost cried when I ate it, it was so delicious. can't wait for a good old general to eat, the cook is ashamed of his career!

"Lord Captain doesn't know, that is An Pingjun. This monarch is the uncle of our king and the younger brother of King Wuling. His position in the Great Zhao Army was unmatched for a while, and our general was still promoted by the monarch back then. In our Da Zhao, he is the first person in the army. The captain has been favored by the king, and his meteoric success is just around the corner. I only hope that the adults will teach this cooking skill to the small ones, and the small ones will be cattle and horses in the next life, and they will repay the grace of the captain.

Oops! As soon as the cook finished speaking, he was kicked in the buttocks. Fuck this set almost, stealing Lao Tzu's patented products. Do you fucking know what intellectual property is? The back strips are sold all over the street, how can Lao Tzu make a fortune. Thinking about it, I was angry, and kicked it twice.

The cook with footprints on his buttocks followed Yun Yue into the handsome tent, and the two old guys were waiting to eat in front of the desk. Turning a deaf ear to the tragic fighting on the front line, if he had been busy at the front line a long time ago, where could he still be waiting here to eat noodles in peace, Yun Yue had to admire the determination of the two old guys.

Yun Yue didn't know that these two were sleeping on the battlefield. It's really trivial to chat and wait for dinner at the same time.

There were two huge bowls on the cook's tray, and the soldiers next to him carried several small plates. The dish contains chopped green onions, garlic paste, and a little greenery that I finally found. They are all wild vegetables born in the field, and they were made out by Yun Yue as soon as they sprouted green shoots. It's a bit green, and even if it's a good color.

A bowl of red chili oil was brought in with the aroma, and the two old fellows began to sniffle. The frequency is called a high, and it looks like a husky.

The tray was placed in front of the desk of the two old guys, and the half-inch-wide trouser pocket was lying quietly inside. Yun Yue poured a plate of side dishes into a huge bowl, and the slightly yellowed noodles were accompanied by tender green vegetables. Looking at the white, white, green and green is very beautiful, and it is very appetizing to look at.

The sour vinegar and the red chili oil are poured into a giant bowl in turn. Finally, a bowl of hot oil was poured into the huge bowl, and almost instantly, the whole tent was filled with thick incense. Everyone's throats naturally stirred, and the "grunt" of saliva was terrifyingly loud. Even the sound of fighting in the distance was muffled.

The two calm old fellows were not at all settled, their eyes staring at the noodles in the giant bowl. At this time, whoever dares to grab noodles to eat will definitely be torn to pieces by two old guys.

Lian Po's hands kept changing, and he seemed to be impatient. An Pingjun is much better, but there is a pair of chopsticks in his hand silently.

Turtles! Yun Yue saw the appearance of the two old guys, and secretly scolded herself. It took a lot of effort to not mumble out, if it was, it would be muttered. Yun Yue will definitely be pulled out to bleed.

Slowly stir the two bowls of noodles evenly, and as soon as they are arranged, the two old guys are like vicious dogs. Bamboo chopsticks picked up the noodles and squeaked and ate with relish. From time to time, he raised his head and stuck out his tongue with his mouth open to the sky husky. After taking a sip of steamed wine, he lowered his head and continued to eat.

The corners of Yun Yue's mouth twitched, and the cook looked at Yun Yue as if she were a god. The admiration is like a surging river, endless!

The huge bowl with a large head, the two old guys actually ate it before the tea time. The bowl was so clean that it looked like it had been licked by a dog, and Yun Yue thought that there was no need to wash the bowl at all.

"One more bowl!" Lian Po put down the big bowl, wiped his beard with his big mouth open, and shouted.

Yun Yue's eyes were dark! Can Lian Po still be able to eat? This is a clear statement from the Warring States Period, but I didn't expect this guy to really show the essence of a rice bucket for a meal. This bowl of noodles is two catties, who can fuck kill two catties of noodles, and they will have to refill the bowl when they go back.

Don't dare to let the two old guys hold on, you will kill the two bosses in the middle of a fierce battle. This crime is too big, and if you don't get it, you will be killed by two hundred and five like Qiu Fu.

"Your Majesty, General! This thing is a hair thing, and if you eat too much, it will rise. You two better go out for a stroll, or the food will be terrible. Yun Yue hurriedly persuaded that her life was a matter of importance.

The two walked out of the Chinese army's tent side by side, as if they were going to the battlefield. Yun Yue took the opportunity to slip away! Anyway, Mo Li didn't know how to be caught by these two old guys as a cook. As long as his mother didn't have time to visit his brother who was born and died, Yun Yue was already impatient.

The camp is full of wounded soldiers! Lao Jiang was stabbed with a sword, but fortunately, he dodged the key point at the critical moment. There was a bloody wound three or four inches long under the ribs, and the red flesh was tumbling. The medical officer had boiled up a black mass, like mud, and it was about to paste up.

Hurriedly shouted to the medical officer, twisted the black thing with his hand, and kicked the medical officer on his stomach with a flying kick. Fuck this thing really uses mud to smear wounds on injuries and diseases, infection! It can be called a killer-like existence, and it's too late to sterilize. You're still fucking smearing mud on it, and Yun Yue punches and kicks the medical officer.

The two soldiers were about to step forward to stop them, but they were pulled away by the others. After some muttering, he dispelled the idea of coming to the aid of the medical officer.

The current Yun Yue is not a captain, but a captain. A lieutenant beating up a medical officer, that's not a big deal. What's more, this product has made great achievements and is a celebrity in front of the king and the general.

Ran to his rucksack and took out high-strength steamed wine and needles and threads. The thread is cut from the intestines of a lamb, dried in the sun, and then soaked in steamed wine.

"Bear with me!" Yun Yue dipped the sackcloth in steamed wine and reminded Lao Jiang Dao.

"Captain! Oh, no, it's the captain. Despite your actions, Xiao Lao'er's life has been lost several times. There are not a hundred but eighty people killed, and even if they die now, it is enough! ”

Yun Yue wiped the sackcloth on the wound of the old splash, and a terrible scream rang out. Four or five big men in the shape of a man can be regarded as holding it down, Yun Yue didn't expect that the thin old guy would be able to burst out with such energy.

Taking advantage of the fact that the old guy's wound had been killed by alcohol, Yun Yue flew the needle and quickly stitched up the old ginger's wound. The medical officer with a blue nose and swollen face was already stupid, and if he was not a person, could he still use it to sew?

Seeing that the medical officer looked like an idiot, Yun Yue kicked two more feet. "In the future, if there is such an injury, it will have to be sewn up like this. Don't hurt people with your mud again, if you let Lao Tzu see you use mud to mug people's wounds. Lao Tzu kicked you to death. ”

I just asked the strong man who made the fight, and Yun Yue knew. In these years, the treatment of wounds is to use mud. Covering the wound without bleeding is considered a treatment. God, how high the mortality rate of this injury is. It is no wonder that people at this time regard the battlefield as a funeral, and they hold a memorial service at home before going to war.

The medical officer wiped his bleeding nose and replied to Yun Yue. Then, under the guidance of Yun Yue, the old ginger was bandaged with a sackcloth. To everyone's surprise, after the old ginger was bandaged. He was able to walk immediately, far more dexterous than other injured people. There was a guy who was almost as injured as Lao Jiang, and he could only lie on the ground.

The tower was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and the arrow was so powerful that it pierced the shoulder blade. One of the two men grabbed the arrow, and the other sawed off the arrows that came out of the way with a small saw. The tower snorted, and the arrow that turned around was drawn. Looks like this guy won't be able to fire his bow and arrows for a while.

Zheng Bin's injury was in the thigh, as if it was caused by a spear. It's deep, it's a deep groove of blood. When Yun Yue saw it, she was still bleeding out. But thankfully, it didn't cut the artery. Otherwise, this kid has a few lives, and it's over.

The worst thing was Mo Li, who was shot through the helmet by an arrow. Back in, front out. When Yun Yue saw it, she had already swallowed her breath. The face of the little corpse was pale, and a pair of big eyes looked at the sky and refused to close for a long time.