Soldiers are born with blood, and they have a passion for everything.

For example, the cook next to Qin Ze could have pulled two catties of noodles at a time, but this guy had to pull five catties. It's as if not doing so is not enough to show your might.

Mighty is mighty, but what the hell is it that the noodles can be made into dumplings? Finally corrected the cook's wrong point of view, Cheng Biting Jin rushed into the kitchen again, "bang" twice, pointed to the chairs and tables outside, and said excitedly: "Boy, did you think of that thing?" Listening to what Erhu's kid said was called a chair and table, it was good to sit up. Go back and ask the carpenter to find Cheng Fu, and make a few for Lao Cheng and me. ”

There is a reason for the presence of chairs and tables, at least this thing will not numb your legs after sitting for a long time. If you were to sit cross-legged on the ground for half an hour, no one would be able to stand it.

Of course, there is no problem with this, just let Erhu go out and tell him. Anyway, there are free subordinates, so you don't have to use them in vain.

Seeing that today's interest was so high, Qin Ze also made several dishes in a row. What back to the pot meat, Dongpo meat, fried shredded pork with dogwood, sweet and sour pork ribs, and finally a few fist-sized lion heads.

This time, not to mention Cheng Biting Jin, who was waiting for dinner, even the cook on the side was so shocked that he couldn't speak. At this time, Qin Ze couldn't help but sigh: If you learn to cook well, you won't be afraid to travel through the world.

"I finally crossed it, but I didn't expect to be saved by my own foodie's mouth." This is Qin Ze's only thought now.

Because there were only four chairs, Erhu and the cook were not served. What's even more exaggerated is that Cheng Yanjin directly asked his subordinates to bring a whole roast sheep, saying that he couldn't eat Qin Ze's rice for nothing.

This time it was Qin Ze's turn to be dumbfounded, and he actually wanted to eat a sheep for a meal. Even if you take a cursory look, it is twenty or thirty pounds. And it is sprinkled with various spices, and the pungent cumin suppresses the smell of mutton well.

"Damn, these hateful feudal landlords!" Qin Ze cut off a piece of mutton, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it in one bite, but he cursed secretly in his heart.

Of course, as to whether this is the so-called can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, Qin Ze said: This mutton is really delicious!

I have to say that this sheep is really roasted, crispy on the outside and charred on the inside. Although there are more spices on it, it is also controlled in the minimum range, which solves the problem of large smell of mutton.

Looking at Cheng Yanjin again, he has a soft spot for braised lion heads, and he ate four or five of them for a while, and he didn't stop until he was gone. At a glance, I saw Qin Ze eating roast mutton with a look of enjoyment, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

It is said that it is used to pay for one's own food, but in fact, it is more of a comparison. He Cheng bit the Jin Cheng Demon King, how could he lose face at a meal. So now seeing that Qin Ze was eating with relish, he couldn't help but come up, and without saying a word, he first hit the "frame" twice, and said, "How is the kid?" My cooks aren't bad, are they? ”

Qin Ze saw through Cheng Biting Jin's thoughts at a glance, pursed his lips at the moment, and said after a little reminiscence: "Yes, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender and burnt." Admire, admire! ”

"Phew!"

"Phew!"

Cheng Huailiang and Wang Fu on the side couldn't help but break secretly. Qin Ze and his own Lao Tzu are both cheeky, and they are perfectly matched when they sing and harmonize.

"There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry! This roast sheep alone is really superb. As he spoke, he cut another slice of mutton and put it in his mouth.

"The little brother is so eloquent, he reads it casually, it's so catchy." The first to react was Cheng Yanjin, who expressed his satisfaction with Qin Ze's unintentional poem.

Of course, his level of appreciation is the same as that of Erhu, and what is catchy to read is good poetry.

But just because he can't hear the beauty doesn't mean that others can't hear it. For example, Cheng Huailiang, who was forced to go to a private school by his mother Pei, heard the meaning.

On the other hand, Wang Fu, who was born in the family of five surnamed Qiwang Wang, is naturally not weak in poetry. At the moment, I also read the sentence "There is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry". The more I think about it, the more I feel that the truth is profound, but it is easy to understand.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! There is a good saying that there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art industry. It's just amazing. Wang Fu almost threw himself on Qin Ze without excitement, and after a pause, he also found that he was a little out of shape, so he said embarrassedly: "I also heard such a good sentence for a while, and I didn't control my emotions." Don't blame you! ”

Cheng Yanjin waved his hand, and joked with a smile on his face: "It's the same as that vinegar man, and he can't move his legs when he encounters a good poem."

Who is the vinegar prince, of course Qin Ze knows. It is also Cheng Biting Jin, the demon king of the mixed world, who dares to call the prime minister of the dynasty - Du Ruhui.

Cheng Biting Jin's joke also eased the atmosphere. Qin Ze was also very surprised by this hand, and when he got along with Cheng Yanjin this time, Qin Ze saw that this guy was indeed thick and fine. Come to think of it, the title of the Demon King of the Mixed World not only means that Cheng Biting Jin is unreasonable, but also that people are difficult.

Of course, Cheng Yanjin can make fun of Du Ruhui, but Qin Ze can't. So soon the topic returned to those two lines of poetry, and in the face of the admiration in Wang Fu's eyes, Qin Ze said that he was also helpless.

There's no way, I'm not blowing with them, just pull back a primary school student casually, and I can walk sideways in the literati circle.

Of course, when Wang Fu wanted to know the next sentence flatteringly, Qin Ze could only casually perfunctory. There is no way for him to remember that this is Han Yu's "Storytelling" or what, he went to school for the exam, so he only remembered this sentence "must be tested in the exam", and for the next sentence, the ghost didn't know.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, what a verse."

The literati are also too tough when they are stubborn, and a poem that is only half a rhyme, for them, is like facing the head card in the drunken spring building that has only been stripped of obscene pants, and it pierces their hearts.

This scene made the two tigers on the side unbearable, how could he say that this was also his own young master, and immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "What is this?" My young master got up this morning and made a poem? And you hear clearly: spring sleep is not aware, and birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night, how much do you know about the flowers? ”

Jing, this time, even Cheng Yanjin looked at Qin Ze with wide eyes, looking like he had seen a ghost.

Being stared at by this kind of gaze, even if Qin Ze is thick-skinned enough, he can't stand it. I thought that I should not pretend it in the future, otherwise the coffin board of the Tang and Song Eight families would not be able to hold it down!

Half-ringing Cheng bit Jin was the first to react, and then he slapped it again, and said with excitement on his face: "This poem is good, it is really smooth to read." There are birds and flowers, and it is comfortable to listen to. ”

"Uh~"

A flock of crows covered their faces with one hand and floated over the heads of several people with the other......

Cheng Yanjin still didn't know what everyone was stunned about, so he leaned in front of Qin Ze and asked, "Boy, does this poem have a name?"

"Nope." Qin Ze replied extremely dryly. Then he said to Cheng Yanjin very seriously: "It's better to ask Cheng Zhijie to give a name."

What name can Cheng Yanjin mention, the moving horse lance he can hold, and the army comes and goes, but on the small rice paper, he can't even hold the pen.

I saw him look around, and finally stared at the lion's head on the table, slapped his thigh and shouted: "Why don't you just ** the lion head at night?"

What the hell! To be honest, Qin Ze was also stunned, I have to say that the word Spring Night is still somewhat reliable, but the lion's head has a few meanings.

But he immediately flattered with admiration: "Good name, good name." Good question, good question! It's the head of a lion in the night. ”

"Haha~" Cheng Yanjin also laughed, very satisfied with his brilliant writing today.

On the other side, Cheng Huailiang and Wang Fu, who were stunned in place, both had twitches at the corners of their mouths, but they couldn't say a word for a long time.

In the end, Wang Fu preemptively interjected: "Brother Qin, there will be a poetry meeting in Chang'an in three days, I wonder if Brother Ren is interested?"

Poetry Club? Qin Ze was stunned for a moment, he was really surprised by such a tall thing, just the little ink in his stomach, he couldn't recognize all the four books and five classics, and he went to a fart poetry club.

But as soon as he wanted to refuse, a voice from the system came to his head: "Please invite the host to participate in the Chang'an Poetry Meeting in three days and fulfill Wang Fu's wish to emerge at the Poetry Conference." Completing the wish will get three wish points, and if the task fails, the host will be wiped out directly, please be cautious! ”