The dining hall of the Horse House.

A quaint square wooden table with three stacks of side dishes. The yellow-brown fried pork slices with bamboo shoots, the green and white fried cabbage, and the white and tender tofu exude a hot smell.

At both ends of the table sat two people, a man and a woman, handsome men and beautiful women, it was Du He and Changle.

This Changle cooks and cooks by himself, and Du He, as a husband, deserves to enjoy the fruits of his wife's efforts.

"How?" Changle sat at the other end of the table, with thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and was stunned Du He fried his new bamboo shoots and fried meat slices, and chewed them in his mouth, only to feel that his palms were sweaty and his expression was nervous. As the most favored eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty, Changle He once went to the kitchen. Not to mention cooking, even the most common utensils such as knives and spoons have never been touched when they grow so big, let alone cook. It's just that she often reads some books, some essays similar to the surname of the novel, and from time to time there is a faint warm scene between husband and wife.

A small courtyard, a few rooms, on the left is a flower garden, on the right is a small vegetable field, men and women weave, comfortable and content. The husband went out to farm, and when the husband returned, the wife prepared a delicious meal, saying that the child was poor, but full of warmth and self-sufficiency.

Changle is a little envious every time she sees this, but she is also a person who knows how to measure, knowing that she was born in the emperor's family and has her own life habits, this kind of life is impossible. But when he thought of the cooking in the book, he had an idea, and thought: "Du Lang goes out early and returns late every day, and it is very hard." How good would it be if I could cook a good dish like my wife in the book? ”

Changle belongs to the pragmatic school, not just thinking about it, but secretly going to the kitchen to apprentice on the spot. This Changle wants to cook, but the maid is frightened, and the servant does not dare to teach her request. It took more than a month for Changle to finally learn to cook some ordinary home-cooked dishes from the eldest princess, who couldn't tell the difference between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Du Ho loves to eat bamboo shoots, especially fried pork slices with bamboo shoots.

Changle also majored in this dish, and at this moment, when he saw Du He sandwiching his fried bamboo shoot slices of meat in his mouth, his heart couldn't help but "bang" straight up. She had tasted this dish before it was plated, and it was considered her own proud work, but she didn't know if it was right or not, Du He's appetite, and she was uneasy in her heart, always thinking about what to do if it didn't suit her appetite.

Du He swallowed the food in his stomach, and saw that Changle wanted to come to the dignified Changle looked like a nervous little girl, and couldn't help laughing.

Changle was in a hurry: "What are you talking about?" ”

Du He didn't tease her either, and said with a smile: "It tastes good, it's delicious, I like it very much, let me evaluate it, I can get a full score of 100, and I can get 99 points." This is not a comforting word, and it is not like the exaggerated murderous cooking skills in some comics, Changle himself has tasted it beforehand, so how can it be difficult to eat.

In all fairness, the taste is not as good as that of a chef, but the heart contained in that dish is enough to score 99 points.

Changle smiled sweetly, Fengyan'er became crescent-shaped, stretched out his chopsticks and put some cabbage in Du He's bowl, and said with a smile: "I'm trying this, this fried cabbage is my best!" ”

Du He didn't refuse, and ate with a smile.

The dishes made by Changle are not delicious, but as the eldest princess who has been pampered by thousands of people since she was a child, it is not easy to cook and stir-fry for herself.

Changle looked at the empty dishes with a smile on his face, and was extremely happy.

In a tavern that was reluctant to leave the welcome building, Wei Wei ordered wine and food and munched happily.

At dusk, more than a dozen large tables in the tavern are almost full of people, both passing business travelers and local people, the tavern is a place for the rich to stay, but this tavern is a place for the common people to gather, especially lively.

Wei Wei tore open the chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, the appearance of eating was indeed eye-catching, and he didn't dare to compliment.

But on this occasion, no one said anything.

At this time, a person sat at his table, and shouted in a rough voice: "Shopkeeper, quickly serve a few good dishes to your uncle!" "His voice was loud and full of confidence, and he drowned out the noise of the tavern."

Wei Wei raised his head and saw that it was a thick man in his twenties, he was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and his national character face had the spirit of a northern hero, which made people look sideways, and then looked around, and the seat was almost full, and he didn't care about his sitting.

In just a moment, the food and wine were ready.

The stout man took a sip of the wine in the tavern and spit it on the ground, "Grandma's, what tastes like water, or our northern wine is strong enough and tastes good." As he spoke, he took a wine bag from his waist, drank wildly to his mouth, drank three sips in a row, and shouted: "Cool, this is the real wine!" He put the wine bag on the table, grabbed the beef and stuffed it into his mouth, and also gobbled it up, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated, the food was not much better than Wei Wei.

Wei Wei sniffed the spicy and pungent aroma of wine, and then watched the clear and translucent wine pour into the other party's throat, only to feel that his whole body was itching inside and out.

As an alcoholic who is used to drinking spirits, he will feel that he can't lift his energy when he drinks Chang'an again. If you drink famous wines such as Du Kang and Jimo old wine, you may not be aware of it, but drinking those bad wines in this kind of small shop is naturally not a taste, and the more you drink it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

The wine brought by the other party is full of spicy aroma when it smells, and it must taste good!

Wei Wei's throat squirmed, and saliva overflowed his mouth.

The thick man looked like a bold person, glanced at Wei Wei and said, "It's not happy to drink alone, brother, why don't you come some?" This is the sorghum wine brewed in my hometown, and the old man of my family made it himself, the purest, without any fake. ”

Wei Wei had a task, he was one of the sneak attackers arranged by the eldest grandson Wuji, and he was ordered not to interact with others, so as not to reveal his identity and cause unnecessary trouble, but he really couldn't resist the temptation, and saw that the man in front of him was vulgar and grinning, not like a scheming person, and he didn't suspect him, and laughed: "Then I'll have a bowl!" ”

The stout man filled him up.

Wei Wei drank it all in one gulp, burping, and the hot taste in his throat intoxicated him. If he doesn't drink this, he may still be able to endure it, but this drink, after tasting it, he can't hold back anymore.

The rough man said: "The custom of our hometown, meet each other to do three bowls!" And then make a friend! ”

Wei Wei could still refuse, and immediately fought with him for two more bowls.

These three bowls are down, and the talk rack is also opened.

The thick man named Ba Yuxing is a native of Zhuozhou, with a pure northern accent, and as a bodyguard of the caravan, he escorted the caravan to Chang'an to do business.

Wei Wei had strong drinks to drink, and he didn't have to talk to him if he was willing to, but he never mentioned his identity and origin, and Ba Yuxing didn't ask much, just looked like he wanted to drink with him.

At the adjacent table in the body, a petite man looked at Wei Wei from time to time, looking at his face and facial features, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance.

(To be continued)