Zhang Wen jumped two steps away, his face turned blue with fright, and Xinneng on the side was also frightened, and asked calmly: "Mr. Zhao, what is this, why is it foaming, is it really poisonous?" ”

Zhao Xiang couldn't help but roll his eyes with black lines on his head, he just poured Coke into the fried chicken wings, and a thick layer of white foam appeared in the pot, is it normal? Considering that the ancients had never seen Coke, it was difficult for him to say anything.

But...... Could it be that poison and foam were associated with the ancients? In ancient times, there were no TV dramas where poisonous wine spilled on the ground and bubbled, right? No one has ever seen a strong acid such as concentrated sulfuric acid - then the only explanation can only be that most of the poisoned people foam at the mouth.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous, it's a good thing, you'll know when you eat it." Zhao Xiang sold a pass and didn't explain.

One person was in charge of two stoves, stewing soup and stir-frying, and the cooking over there was handed over to Zhao Di.

Under the stone platform of the corridor, Zhao Di sat on a small stool, holding her chin on her lap with one hand, and fanning the mouth of the charcoal stove made of red clay with the other hand, exactly the same as when she looked at the medicine stove.

"Phew! Whew! The pressure cooker suddenly began to vent, and two lines of water vapor more than a foot long erupted from the top of the lid, causing Zhao Di to fall to the ground with a "wow" in fright.

Zhao Xiang patted his head, blaming him for only thinking about cooking just now, but he forgot that an ancient person like Zhao Di would have an abnormal reaction to something like a pressure cooker.

Jumping off the stone platform, helping up the frightened Zhao Di, she couldn't bear it, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhao Di shook her head vigorously: "It's okay, it's okay!" ”

Zhao Xiang saw that there were grass clippings behind her, stretched out his hand to shoot, and shrank back: "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you just now, you sit farther away, just watch the charcoal stove not go out, don't get too close." You're dirty in the back, pat yourself on the back. ”

Zhao Di patted her back, and her wide pants swayed as if they were hanging on a hanger.

"Your hand is broken......

The back of Zhao Di's hand scraped the falling tile when she fell just now, and she pulled a two or three centimeter-long opening, and the blood had already dripped two drops. She covered it and insisted that it was okay.

Zhao Xiang quickly returned to the main hall, took out a bottle of spray, cleaned her wound with mineral water, sprayed medicine, and put a band-aid on it. During the whole process, Zhao Di couldn't say anything other than repeating "Mr. Zhao, who is really out of the way".

The dish has to continue to be made, although modern people have an innate sense of superiority in ancient times, but Zhao Xiang has to face the priest who came to work on business, he is the official of the county government, and he is at least a section-level cadre in modern times, and it is these officials who really do things in the ancient official office, real power figures. Although Zhao Xiang has a sense of superiority as a modern person, he must always do the etiquette of asking people to do things, and the phrase "Hades is easy to see, but the little ghost is difficult" has been handed down from ancient times, and it can't be wrong.

The table was secretly "transformed" by Zhao Xiang into the corner, a set of modern round solid wood dining tables, with a piece of marble embedded in the middle, the weight was really not light, and it was very difficult for the black cow to carry it from the side courtyard to the main hall. As soon as the meal was served, I saw He Defang coming into the courtyard. A bearded monk with five big and three thick feet walked slowly behind.

As soon as He Defang entered the door, he repeatedly confessed, saying that he had gone to the city to run errands.

The bearded monk looked no less than thirty years old, and with a dissatisfied face, he complained to Xinneng: "Senior brother, this old man's face is big enough, I ran for several miles to find someone, and I told him for a long time before I wrote it." ”

Xinneng glanced at him and said, "Is there anything to complain about the things assigned by the master, you go and see where the other two senior brothers are, and whether they have invited Chen Zhisi." ”

The monk said yes, but his eyes were fixed on the food on the table. The fragrance was so strong that he could smell it from afar, and he just hoped that other people would come over quickly to start the meal.

As soon as the monk came out of the mountain gate, he ran back, and two monks behind him led three officials to come.

Xinneng introduced them one by one, and the goatee headed by him was naturally Chen Zhisi, his face was a little unruly, and he nodded with his hands behind his back, which was considered to have met Zhao Xiang.

When Xinneng introduced Zhao Xiang, he deliberately added a explanation: "Mr. Zhao is a Nanyang expatriate, so his clothes are different from my Da Song Dynasty", which helped Zhao Xiang save the explanation, but also made Chen Zhisi a little contemptuous. No matter how wild and backward Zhangzhou is, it is still the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, and compared with the Nanyang merchants, there is naturally the pride of the Song people as officials of the Celestial Empire, which is just the opposite of modern times.

To be polite - although Chen Zhusi said that he looked down on Zhao Xiang, it did not mean that he could show contempt for the Xinneng monk who represented Kaiyuan Temple in terms of behavior. After humbling, Chen Zhisi still sat on the main seat, that is, facing the temple gate Zhao Xiang and Xinneng on the left and right sides, and then down were the other two officials and three monks, and finally He Xianglao who was alone with his back to the palace gate, and his rickety body was alone.

It stands to reason that it will not be He Xianglao's turn to take the seat, but Zhao Xiang shouted, and Xinkong can't leave his childhood friend's father - no matter what, he has eaten a lot at Heiniu's house, so He Defang took the seat.

Zhao Xiang was a little depressed, it was said that it was his own dinner, and it was okay to look up to people and snort and slap horses, after all, there were requests from others, but it was obvious that those people didn't even have the least respect for him as the "owner". He even suspected that if Xinkong didn't speak and He Defang took his seat, those officials would leave angrily because they were sitting at the same table with a mud-legged man.

It's just that he can only endure it, and force a smile in his heart over and over again in self-contempt.

Hei Niu and the two sisters and brothers naturally avoided the courtyard, and Zhao Xiang left them another meal by the gable, which was about noon and he felt the most correct decision.

Everyone sat down, in fact, the saliva was about to flow down, Zhao Xiang, as the host, still had to say a few polite words: "This time, Lord Lao Chen and the two adults have worked tirelessly to come here to help, and they have prepared some small dishes and thin wine, come and come, Lord Chen will taste it." ”

There is not much difference between the rules of the dinner in ancient and modern times, and people who ask for help always have to lower their posture and thank the other party for giving them this little face. But he used "under the people" instead of "small people" as a self-title, in fact, he wanted to tell these officials that "I am not a people under your rule, and even if I am in the future, I am not ready to be governed by you."

However, Chen Zhusi and the other two officials decided to give Zhao Xiang this face from the moment they sat down, because the food was fragrant, because the dining table seats were elegant, and because of the exquisite dishes, chopsticks and tableware. These officials can be regarded as having seen the world in the local area, combined with the transfer of fields entrusted by Kaiyuan Temple, Zhao Xiang immediately had a judgment: This kid is not simple.

Chen Zhusi raised the gilded ebony chopsticks, looked at them twice, and then looked at the table, the most eye-catching thing was the plate of verdant and neatly stacked cabbage (water spinach), and he clamped a chopstick.