"Yuezhi County, you can be counted as here."

Seeing that Yue Zhi County pushed the door in, the two whiskers that were burning in a hurry were turned up, and Zhuge Fang and Fang Tian hurriedly greeted them.

Yue Zhixian stroked his beard, his wrinkled face full of anxiety.

This Zhuge family is one of the richest families in Sumen Town, and even in several nearby counties, if his son-in-law hangs himself, he is a county magistrate, and he is mismanaged.

The county lord of Jiangmen will stay in Sumen Town for Zhuge Buliang the day after tomorrow, if this is known by the county lord, not to mention the top of Yuezhi County, it will be polite not to be copied and beheaded.

"Brother Zhuge don't worry, what happened to Ling Lang committing suicide?" Even if his heart is as anxious as a fire, Yue County Ling has been an official for more than ten years, but he still presses his mind and asks about the cause and effect.

Fang Tian couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment, Zhuge Fang sighed helplessly, and explained the cause and effect of his son's hanging.

When Yue Xian Ling heard this, he couldn't help frowning: "Sister-in-law, don't cry, Brother Zhuge , where is Ling Lang now?" ”

At this question, Fang Tian cried even more, making people wonder where so much water came from in her slender body.

Zhuge Fang was even more worried, and his expression seemed to say, it was better to let his son die.

"I was in the kitchen, saying that I was going to make food for us to eat, so that we could see what food is...... You said that he was a dignified young master of the Zhuge family, why did he go down to the kitchen? If this spreads, will I still have the face to see people? ”

In ancient times, the kitchen has always been a place for people to go, as the saying goes, Jun Yuan cooks, even the imperial kitchen is no exception, unless this imperial kitchen is named or even appreciated by the emperor, otherwise its status is not as good as a history of a local code from the nine products.

When Ming Tian went to the kitchen now, his parents thought he was funny.

"Oh, that's how it should be." Zhuge Fang sighed again.

"Brother Zhuge don't worry." Yue County Ling comforted again and again: "In my opinion, as long as Ling Lang doesn't look for a short-term view, it's better to wait for him to bring out the food, and we flatter him first." Let him survive tonight, and tomorrow I will find my colleagues in the Imperial Doctor Pavilion to find a way. ”

The Taiyi Pavilion in Sumen Town is not small, the owner of the hall is the imperial doctor of the emperor who has returned to his hometown, and all the people who can get started are talents, and the emperor gave his disciples in the hall to get started from Dr. Bapin, which shows the status of this Taiyi Pavilion.

Although the doctors in the Taiyi Pavilion are all doctors from the eighth grade, their level is far better than that of the doctors in the ordinary medical hall, which is undoubtedly a reassuring pill for Zhuge Fang.

On the other side, Ming Tian couldn't help but sigh in the kitchen.

I [beep], what the hell is this? This is the kitchen? Don't even have a stove? There was a stone shelf on the ground, and next to it were all kinds of clay pots called "kitchen utensils" in this era, and there was not even a spoon.

Because he has been single for thirty years and has lived alone without a girlfriend, Ming Tian's own cooking skills are actually good, at least the dishes he makes will not be worse than those in a small restaurant, but in the face of this kitchen, Ming Tian has withered again.

Sure enough, it's better to starve to death.

Although he is not the kind of otaku who is familiar with history, he still has basic knowledge of history.

Now this dynasty should be between the two Han Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, because the emperor's name is taboo and it is difficult to ask, plus it has only been four days since he crossed over, Ming Tian is not sure what dynasty it is now, and can only be judged by the details in daily life.

There is no iron pot here, the iron pot was invented in the Song Dynasty, that is to say, you don't want to fry anything, but there is flour, plus some Zhengliupin can get some special "Hu surname" food, such as pepper and carrots, indicating that the Silk Road has been completed, and the era is after the Wei and Jin dynasties.

Stools and chairs are now only available to the wealthy and officials, indicating that the era was before the Tang Dynasty.

The biggest possibility is that it should be around the North and South Dynasties now, but there is no way to be sure, it's just speculation.

In this era, only a wealthy family like Mingtian could afford to use pottery.

Mingtian turned out to be not a chef, but an administrative assistant to the president, a poor dick with a monthly salary of 6,000, what dishes do you want to make in such a harsh environment, Mingtian feels: It's really a fantasy.

Seeing the leftover steamed buns from dinner next to him, as well as the old noodles in the crockpot in the corner, Ming Tian couldn't help but want to vomit.

The steamed bread of this era is different from Mingtian's impression, because there is no yeast and alkali, and the flour is naturally fermented, so the steamed bread made is sour and sticky, and the taste is a bit like the urine of the person on the fire sprinkled on the rancid gnocchi and steamed out.

Mingtian's house is fermented with old noodles, and the rancid taste is better, and I can't imagine what the steamed buns eaten by ordinary people taste like.

Ah, I want to eat biscuits, I want to eat roast duck, I want to eat roast goose, I want to eat ramen.

Facing the kitchen that tasted like a thatched house, Ming Tian recalled his life before the crossing, and how beautiful the days of poor dick silk seemed now.

Ming Tian, who hadn't eaten a bite for four days, suddenly felt excited, and he didn't know whether it was because he had opened his mind, or because hunger had stimulated his instinct to survive, and an allusion he had learned in junior high school flashed in his mind.

Wait, there you have !!

Inside the hall of the compound.

"Come, Brother Zhuge , this is the tea that the imperial court gave me when it issued a fortune, this is a good thing, ordinary people can't drink it at all, and at worst, it takes a scholar to drink it."

Yue Xian Ling said, making a cup of tea for Zhuge Fang, but this picture is too beautiful, and it is a pottery bowl, so it is impossible to see.

Tea, for now, is a rare thing, the two Han Dynasty, tea is still the drink of the palace, even now, it is still necessary to have a person who is an official and a half-job to enjoy, although Zhuge Fang is rich, but tea, a thing that needs a way to have, is still rarely enjoyed.

But at this moment, Zhuge Fang really didn't have the heart to taste tea, just sat silently, bowing his head in distress.

"Huh? Brother Zhuge , this taste is ......"

However, at this moment, there was a strange fragrance faintly coming from the air full of the smell of feces and urine, which attracted the attention of Zhuge Fang and Yue Xianling.

It's like something burnt, but it can't be described.

Zhuge Fang shuddered suddenly, thinking that his son was still in the kitchen, coupled with the smell of burning, could it be that his son burned the kitchen?!

"Sir, sir!" At this moment, the maid rushed over in a hurry.

Zhuge Fang looked at it and shouted that it was not good: "What's wrong?" Did my son burn down the kitchen? ”

"No... There is no ......" The maid gasped, and couldn't even speak.

Zhuge Fang was in such a hurry, and hurriedly sent the tea that Yue County ordered him to give him just now to the maid's mouth. "Don't worry, you say, what's wrong with my son?"

After taking a sip of tea, the maid who drank tea for the first time in her life was stunned.

Without giving the maid a chance to speak, Ming Tian's voice broke into Zhuge Fang's ears first.

"Daddy, look at what scares you, is your son so stupid? Will it burn the kitchen? ”

saw Ming Tian come to the pavilion with a plate of strange gnocchi.

And the fragrance that Zhuge Fang and Yue Xian Ling smelled came from a few earthy yellow flat objects on this large plate.

"Son, this is ......" Zhuge Fang looked at the things that would be brought up tomorrow in a daze, which were several strange objects that had never been seen before.

But it was the tempting smell of these things that made Zhuge Fang and Yue Xianling move their fingers for a while.

"Master Zhuge Gongzi, what are you doing?" Yue Xian Ling asked sluggishly, but his eyes could not get away from it because of this fragrance.

Ming Tian wondered if the translation system in his head was a copycat, and after translating, the conversation was still weird and not very pure.

"This, the snack I invented, you can call it a cookie."

Ming Tian said with a little expectation.

In fact, it is said that it is a biscuit, Mingtian just took a big tile, flattened the ginseng and salt it and roasted it on the fire, and then smoked it against the wood fire with tongs after baking.

"Try it, Dad, Yue County Order." Mingtian waved his hand and motioned for them to taste it.

Ming Tian didn't eat these cookies himself, because he had a psychological shadow on the food here, so he didn't dare to eat them.

Since he didn't dare to eat it, Mingtian was still quite black-bellied, so he used it for his father and Yue Xian Ling to experiment.

Following Ming Tian's words, Yue Xian Ling and Zhuge Fang glanced at each other, and finally followed the guidance of instinct and stretched out their hands.

Card rub.

The biscuits, which are not too crispy, still make a crisp sound in the mouth.

The aroma of the mellow flour after being roasted bursts in the mouth.

From the taste buds on the tip of the tongue, to the nose, and finally through the central nervous system in the brain, the hippocampus leaves a lasting impression on this magical taste in an instant.

"Zhu... Brother Zhuge ... This taste is..."

"Yue County Order, I've never eaten anything so delicious!!"

Although roasting is the oldest cooking technique, but in human history, it is more about roasting meat, and the method of baking noodle food was not born until the end of the Tang Dynasty, and biscuits, which need to be baked twice, were invented by a fleet in South America around the fifteenth century, and have nothing to do with our country.

Zhuge Fang and Yue Xian Ling were delicious at the moment, not to mention their expressions, even the green tendons on their foreheads exploded!

The two of them had obviously not been eating for a long time, but they devoured a dozen biscuits like starving ghosts.

And this is just a salty biscuit with salt in it and sour because there is no yeast.

Zhuge Fang said vaguely while eating: "Son, how did you think of this?" It's so delicious! ”

"Is it delicious?"

Seeing the reaction of Daddy and Yue Xianling, Ming Tian relieved himself and reached out to grab a cookie to taste.

However, the moment he entered his mouth, Ming Tian's face turned pale.

"Vomit...", almost suppressing the desire to vomit, Ming Tian reluctantly chewed on what he called a biscuit.

Where are these cookies? It is clearly a rice cake that has been dried and rancid for several days, and it is more appropriate to call it a biscuit than a dry bread.

Although the taste is salty due to the salt, there is always a disgusting sourness.

However, no matter what, it is still better than the food in the past four days.

No, it can't be called a meal, because the current rice is made by mixing rice and millet, and it is not shelled, and the dishes are all pickles and boiled vegetables, and it is said that pickles are made by people with severe athlete's foot, which is simply impossible to make up.

If the food in the past four days is, then at least this biscuit is at the level of pig food.

If this cookie were to be eaten by a modern-day Gordon Ramsay, I am afraid that it would be slapped into a pie in a pan.

Looking at Yue Xian Ling and his father gobbling up with a look of enjoyment, Ming Tian couldn't say what he was suffering from.

Damn, is this thing going to make you taste like this? Is it good to be an adult, is it good to have a little demeanor?

Feeling the foul smell in his mouth, Ming Tian frowned and swallowed the biscuits helplessly.

At least, it's something you can barely swallow.

How should I live this day in the future?

Looking up at the starry sky that has not been destroyed by scientific and technological civilization, the stars are shining, and Ming Tian has only one thought in his mind at this moment.

I'm going to get out of this time of cheating!!

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