"Good. Qin Fei agreed.

Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and invited again: "Boss Qin, please come in." ”

Qin Fei stepped into the courtyard.

There are usually few outsiders coming to the retreat, and Qin Fei's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the old people.

Han Cheng introduced: "Grandfathers, today's Taiping Festival, I asked Boss Qin to come and cook food for us, do you want to applaud and welcome?"

The old people's response was mediocre, and a one-eyed old man said, "Which restaurant?"

"Otherworldly snack bar. Qin Fei reported to his home.

"Snacks?" the one-eyed old man turned his head and scolded Han Cheng, "Turtle son, eat snacks on the Taiping Festival?" Lao Tzu wants to eat a big meal and eat Lin Ji's seafood!"

"Are you embezzling the money of the court again!"

Han Cheng endured the scolding, but laughed and said: "Look at what your grandfathers said, although this Boss Qin is a snack maker, he is a cow, yesterday a chef from Jingzhou came to Yunjiang County to call the board, what Lin Ji, Wang Ji, Zhu Ji were all defeated, and in the end, it was Boss Qin who turned the tide!"

"I don't listen, I don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures. These old people are old, but they are like naughty children, covering their ears, and said, "It's not Lin Ji's seafood today, even if I starve to death and die outside, I will never eat a bite from here!"

Qin Fei felt that this sentence was a little familiar, Han Cheng still wanted to say something, Qin Fei smiled and said, "It's okay, where is the kitchen?" ”

Han Cheng took Qin Fei to the kitchen, where the stove was still frying Chinese medicine, Han Cheng explained: "Grandpa Wu and Grandpa Zhou have recently contracted the wind cold, if Boss Qin minds, I will move the stove outside." ”

"No, you go and get busy with you, I'll leave the kitchen to me. "Qin Fei is not so pretentious, it tastes like traditional Chinese medicine, and it is not poison.

Qin Fei counted the ingredients, Han Cheng didn't pick those rotten vegetable leaves, they were all the best ones bought, Qin Fei immediately started cleaning the vegetables and marinating the meat.

Han Cheng was called by the old people, and occasionally had a free time, so he came to help Qin Fei.

"Go and rest for a while. Qin Fei said.

"It's okay, it's like this every day, get used to it. Han Cheng smiled.

Qin Fei didn't feel good in his heart, and finally asked ruthlessly, "Have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"

The imperial court doesn't care about this mess anymore, although the old people can't spend a lot of money on food, but they take medicine when they are sick, these are the big heads.

Now that the retreat has no source of income, I am afraid that it will soon be impossible to uncover the pot.

"I planted some vegetables in the back mountain, and I will be able to eat them in a few days. ”

Next, Han Cheng is describing his vegetable garden, what vegetables he planted, how well he grows, and he is like a child who has scored a perfect score in the exam.

Qin Fei's face was heavy, he couldn't maintain his livelihood with just a few vegetables, but he really couldn't bear to break the other party's illusions.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the courtyard: "Han Cheng, come here, Lao Zhao is sick again." ”

This time, there was a lot of movement in the yard, chickens and dogs jumped, and Qin Fei also went out to see the situation.

I saw an old man at the foot of the slope, grabbing a broom, chasing and killing other old men all over the yard, and shouting with full anger: "Tartar Hugh go, take your life!"

Han Cheng said to Qin Fei: "Grandpa Zhao was a soldier guarding the gate back then, and once he was attacked, the entire legion died, so he and Grandpa Jing crawled out of the pile of corpses. ”

"Grandpa Zhao fell ill, he was delirious, and as soon as he got sick, he regarded everyone as an enemy, only Grandpa Jing could stop him, but unfortunately Grandpa Jing went a few months ago. ”

Speaking of this, the old man at the foot of the slope carried a broom and killed him, Han Cheng saw this and hurriedly dodged.

Qin Fei had an idea, took out a bunch of enoki mushrooms and hung them on his lips, and scolded, "Xiao Zhao, what are you doing?"

The old man at the foot of the slope was stunned: "Who are you, why do you know that my surname is Zhao?"

"I'm your Boss Jing!" Qin Fei took a stack of enoki mushrooms, full of momentum.

The old man at the foot of the slope was stunned, and immediately knelt down on one knee: "Boss, although the enemy is menacing, I am willing to fight to the death!"

Qin Fei's eyes turned red: "Lao Tzu's soldiers, sure enough, there is not a single seed, but the enemy has been completely wiped out, now I order you to immediately withdraw your troops and go back to your room to rest!"

Han Cheng hurriedly motioned for the other old men to lie down.

The old man at the foot of the slope glanced around, and sure enough, there was no one left, so he replied: "The last general will be ordered!"

The old man went back to the room, fell asleep, and snored loudly.

Everyone sighed, and Han Cheng stepped forward and said, "Boss Qin, you still have a way, but you haven't seen Grandpa Jing, why do you look so similar?"

"Without him, because everyone here is a template. ”

Qin Fei's subtext was that he had just learned from the other old men present, and these old men were all well-known heroes in the Dragon Kingdom.

This sycophant shot was just right, the old men looked at Qin Fei much more pleasantly, and the one-eyed old man snorted coldly: "I'll give you a face and taste your dishes later." ”

"Thank you very much for your face. Qin Fei smiled and turned around and went back to the kitchen.

A few hours later, as night fell, Qin Fei skewered nearly a thousand strings of ingredients, and boiled out the bottom of the clear soup and red soup pot.

Set up two tables of eight immortals in the courtyard, and put two charcoal basins on each table of eight immortals to heat the mandarin duck pot.

After a while, the mandarin duck pot began to boil, Qin Fei put the boilable ingredients in the pot first, and when it was almost over, he shouted: "Han Cheng, it's time to start the banquet." ”

Han Cheng immediately helped the old people to sit down, Qin Fei demonstrated how to eat, and the old people found it interesting, so they started one after another.

The elderly with good teeth can eat beef, and those with bad teeth can eat hot tofu or quail eggs.

"What is this? You actually give us pig intestines?" an old man picked up a string of pig intestines, his face changed suddenly, and he slammed the case.

Before Qin Fei could explain, the one-eyed old man slapped the old man back to his seat: "When you were a soldier, you were hungry and ate all the bark, and you just pretended to be, what are you hypocritical?"

At first, it seemed that this one-eyed old man said that he wouldn't eat a bite when he starved to death, but now he helped Qin Fei speak.

It's not rough.

It seems that no one can escape the law of true fragrance, and it is true, the veterans have tasted fat intestines and hairy belly or something, and they no longer feel disgusted, but have grabbed it.

"Boss Qin, sit down and eat together. "The veterans were not so old and stubborn when they ate, and greeted them warmly.

"Okay. Qin Fei took a bowl of white rice, stood on the edge of the table, and while helping to scald the skewers, he listened to these veterans bragging, and he was very happy.

The veterans are old, and their appetite is not very good, but after the training of this mandarin duck string of incense, everyone ate two large bowls of white rice, and finally scooped up a bowl of hot pot soup and drank it, all burping: "Yes, you have to eat such a meal on the Taiping Festival to be decent." ”

"It's a blessing to come back alive from the battlefield. ”

In the distance, someone set off fireworks.

Singing and dancing are leveled, and the Taiping Festival is coming.