Fan Qiang began to mend the military tent again, a hailstorm on the night of the seizure of the commander, the king's tent was even more broken, and now Mo said that during the day and night, there are Qinghui jade pillars in the tent that have descended, and when you open your eyes, you can look at Sister Chang'e in the moon. It's too embarrassing, which king in the world has the hardships of the king? In this way, those historians are still staring at the king all day long to be a direct minister, and Fan Qiang is angry when he thinks of it, and he wants to throw these guys into Jingshui one by one to feed the king~eight.

This degree of dilapidation tests Fan Qiang's craftsmanship very much, so he repairs very slowly, and sometimes stops to think about how to splice it to be more perfect? To achieve a feeling that the old is as new as it has not been repaired? Fan Qiang has always had high standards and strict requirements for needlework, that is, he wants to say goodbye to Jing Jian, that kid is said to be also improving his needlework level, and he faintly wants to become the best man in Daqin Female Red, and it is contemptible when he thinks about it, just by you?

Wiping his beard, Fan Qiang snorted coldly, indescribably feminine and squeezing, lying on the military tent, his eyes flashed, and he inadvertently saw Bai Dong's new military tent that originally belonged to the king, and he was even more angry, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the injured battalion owner who seemed to be about to become a kitchen officer, the public doctor Bai Dong.

Under the blazing sun, which gradually became hot, a strange cooking utensils were opened, which looked a little like a kettle, but the bottom was flat, and the mouth of the kettle was much larger than the ordinary copper kettle pottery kettle, and the lard boiled in the pot was already boiling, emitting a thick aroma and a sizzling sound.

Next to the cauldron is a new wooden tool that the craftsmen in the camp hurriedly worked, much higher than the common case, almost to the waist of an adult, spread out flour on it, and pile up a ball of kneaded noodles, Bai Dong's kid is using a vegetable dagger to cut off a piece of noodles, kneaded it into a small ball in his hand, and put it on the table and pressed it all over, stretched into a long shape, and two by two together

"What kind of fried ghost is this kid talking about, it's this kind of gadget?"

Thinking of the 'gnawing hurry' that had brought him a wonderful taste, Fan Qiang slipped down from the top of the tent and walked to the kettle to watch. The lard was very fragrant, so that the gentleman and the civil and military officials standing on the side all swallowed their saliva, staring at the cauldron without blinking, he was also very curious, and wanted to see how the ghost should be fried, this kid should not say big things, right?

"How many years have you not eaten fried fritters in lard?"

It's not disgusting, which makes Bai Dong feel like a miracle. I remember that when I was a child, I only had this kind of meat fried pasta, and my grandmother also taught me how to identify it, and the steamed dumplings fried in meat oil are rarely seen with bubbles on them, and there are those that have been fried in vegetarian oil, which can be stored for a long time. When I became an adult, I knew what a healthy life was, so I said goodbye to this ** hobby, but I didn't expect to do it once today and use it to poison the Great Qin monarchs

The celebration wine was drunk, and when I woke up, the birds ~ beasts were all gone, and I ran to Yinglian here to take leave, but was caught by Yinglian and asked him if he had anything new to eat?

The war has stopped, and the envoy sent to the Wei peace talks also sent back the good news, the always benevolent King Wei Hui said that everything can be sat down and talk slowly, and the body is getting tougher and tougher Win Lian breathed a sigh of relief, and then his appetite was opened, and now the traditional food of the old Qin State is not something he can look at, and he has been eating every day recently, but good things can't be eaten every day, not to mention that this is a copycat product? Yinglian felt that if Mimi sandwiched lettuce every day like this, he would become a rabbit sooner or later, so he put his hope on Bai Dong and wanted to take leave and go home? Don't think about it, the widow has already arranged a surprise for your kid, and if you are not moved to tears, you won't be able to worry about it for the time being, how can there be a high-ranking nobleman who mixes with a group of wounded soldiers all day long? You are in charge of the widow's diet, and if a new delicacy appears, the widow will be rewarded!

If you want to blame yourself, you blame yourself for being cheap, and the old man who won affectionately grabbed his hand and asked for advice, and Bai Dong, who had been in the workplace for half his life in the later generations, actually blurted out - 'The bean juice should have been eaten with the fried ghost', thinking about it and feeling inappropriate, I was about to say that that thing was too oil-intensive, and I was afraid that I would be criticized by the historian, but the old man Ying, who had been shining in his eyes, pressed his shoulder, and comforted him cordially, not to worry, I found a lot of anointing oil when I broke the Shaoliang, and if I put it down, it would be in vain, even if you use it, the historian will not say anything.

What else can Bai Dong say, it's not all strange that the old man wins, since he has bean juice, he wants to get a fritter to eat in his dreams, so he blurted out just now, it's not his own gluttony? Speaking of which, this thing seems to be fried in meat oil, and eating it hot can be more satisfying than vegetable oil.

The oil noodles with two fingers are in one place, stretched and thrown into the kettle, Zilala made a crisp sound, and it swelled when it was seen, and the long bamboo chopsticks turned over a few times, and it looked golden and yellow in the sun, and even the monarchs and ministers were dumbfounded, and the noodles with long fingers were thrown down, and in a blink of an eye, they rose to more than half a foot long, what kind of means is this? Can't wait, the old man picked up the fritters and shook them a few times, to see if it was warm, it was a bite, and all the courtiers could see the lard overflowing from his mouth, and they couldn't help but look forward to it, calculating how many people it would take to get their turn.

"Okay, Bai Keqing, the fried ghost with bean juice is really delicious in the world. This is also what you got in your dreams, Mr. Guitani taught? ”

I really want to say that Guiguzi has never eaten this thing, but he can only be cheeky and nodded, and the ministers suddenly stirred, Mr. Guigu personally passed on, then you have to taste it, hurry up and line up. Seeing the historian standing in the team who picked his own faults all day long, Ying Lian was secretly refreshed, this time he summoned the ministers to eat fried ghosts, just to show that he is not the only one, so as not to chirp crookedly of these historians, this pretentious iron-clad guy is really attracted by food, so good, it turns out that you also love to eat, not a desireless person.

The appearance of the monarch and the ministers eating fried ghosts is very unsightly, which always reminds Bai Dong of the food stall in Dashilar, who is Yinglian? That is the first generation of founders of the Qin State to really become strong, is it so greedy? Suddenly, I saw Yinglian standing in the wind with a smile on his face, a big old bowl full of bean juice in one hand, and a fried dough stick in the other, quite the taste of the Buddha's smile, what is this old man planning?

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and he seemed to understand a little, the heroic Gongzi Company led the old Qin people to be angry and strong today, how could the heroic monarch who won the command in front of the army be so slack? The fried ghost is just a means borrowed by Ying Lian to convey some kind of information, perhaps at this moment, this old man has already thought of the arrangement behind him, whether it will be the son-in-law Yingquliang or the eldest son Ying Qian who will take the throne in the future, he should have a plan in his heart.

Waving his hand to signal the ministers to retreat, Ying Lian pulled Bai Dong to squat in the shade where the sun couldn't shine, put the leftover half of the fritters in the palm of his hand, and suddenly said: "This thing is actually not very delicious Bai Keqing, can you understand what the widow is talking about?" ”

"Your Majesty, let's go into the account. The king sits behind the case, and the ministers bow down to be taught, which is the principle of being a minister for the king. ”

Bai Dong was really a little weak-hearted, and the dignified Qin monarch pulled himself to squat in the shade, talking like an old friend? Thinking about it, I feel a chill in my heart, for a doctor who has just entered the high aristocratic class, this is too strange in any case, and it is not a good thing to be so favored by the king who is not the pillar of the country. Bai Dong, who has no ambitions, just wants to escape now.

"Hahaha, squatting at the head of the door and laughing about the family and country is originally the habit of my old Qin people; During the years of wandering in the Wei State, the widows were often like this, with Fan Qiang and Li Di around them."

Ying Lian smiled and pointed to Fan Qiang, who was going to repair the camp tent again: "Why can't it be done now?" Bai Keqing, the widow is old, so I want to squat in front of the tent like this and chat with you casually, can't I? ”

It's completely over, the old man is going to have a heart-to-heart. Bai Dong is not afraid of having a heart-to-heart with a nobleman, a civilian slave, and even a dead killer like Li Di, but he is afraid of having a heart-to-heart with the king of a country, and people are afraid of talking deeply, and if you know more about it, you have to take responsibility, starting with what kind of fried ghosts, the old man is afraid that he will calculate it, right? Obviously, I don't believe in the response on the day I was knighted, and I have to dig deep into my roots!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty suddenly thought that there was something important to do, so I will leave, and I will talk to you next time, right?"

Bai Dong immediately made a decision, turned around sharply, and was about to leave.

"Wait! Bai Dong, you are humble and vainly discussing the affairs of the prince of Qin, don't you still know the crime? ”

Yinglian's face changed suddenly, and he sneered.

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