Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

When Zhao Hu heard this, his eyes rolled, was Zhao Cheng defending him just now?

Zhao Hanzhang got up, tidied up his robe, and said, "Uncle Zu came all the way to the palace and was hungry, I'll go make a bowl of noodles for you." ”

After saying that, he got up and left, and took Zhao Yunxin away by the way, and the maids who were waiting in the palace immediately hulala and retreated.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Hanzhang said to Zhao Yunxin: "You go and bring all the information about the burned house, by the way, bring the title deed." ”

Zhao Yunxin responded.

Zhao Hanzhang took Tinghe to the ear room, where there was a small kitchen, and he usually boiled tea and made some snacks for Zhao Hanzhang and the ministers.

Now the palace is poor, the so-called big kitchen is for the people of the palace guards, and the meals of the emperor and Zhao Hanzhang are made from their respective small kitchens.

The small kitchen in this room was responsible for the lunch of Zhao Hanzhang and the ministers on duty.

Of course, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and with the amount of money allocated by Zhao Hanzhang, the cooks do not have much room to play.

The most sumptuous meal they had ever had in the palace so far was noodles with two eggs.

At this time, Zhao Hanzhang wanted to invite Zhao Hu and Zhao Cheng to eat this bowl of noodles.

The cook immediately opened a jar, opened a fine cloth bag from it, carefully scooped out half a bowl of noodles, he poured the noodles into the basin, and then opened another jar, scooped out a small half bowl of yellow soybean flour from it, and poured it into the basin.

He stirred, then he added a little water, and with a quick movement of his fingers, the flour slowly moistened, and some water dripped down, and he set the bowl aside, and began to stir and knead in the basin.

Zhao Hanzhang saw that it was interesting, so he rolled up his sleeves and went to wash his hands and said, "I'll come." ”

The cook hesitated for a moment, but moved out of the way.

Zhao Hanzhang kneaded the dough, not to mention, kneading the dough is still quite fun.

It's a lot of arm strength, and the most important thing is that when you press and pull, the surroundings are very quiet, and your chaotic and sleepy brain is awakened because of the morning of governance.

Zhao Hanzhang thought about it, kneaded the noodles, and she let it aside and handed it to the cook.

The cook rubbed a hand of dry flour and kneaded it, and after a while, it was kneaded into a ball, and when he walked to the stove, he saw that the soup was just boiling.

He immediately picked a knife and cut the dough into the pot.

Zhao Hanzhang looked at his sword skills that were almost an afterimage, and said with a smile: "This is good, I also want to learn it." ”

Tinghe: "...... In the early years, Mrs. asked you to learn a few cooking skills, but you didn't learn it, but spent time learning riding archery and martial arts, but you don't need to learn cooking skills now, why are you interested in this again? ”

"There's nothing wrong with learning a little cooking," Zhao Hanzhang said: "You can be filial piety at a critical time." ”

She observed the cook's skill in slicing the noodles, and did not withdraw her gaze until he had finished shaving, so she stepped forward and said to the little waiter who was burning the fire, "I'll burn it." ”

The little chamberlain was startled, and he was squatting, kneeling on the ground, bowing his head and not daring to speak, trembling.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I don't dislike you for not burning well, it's just that I said that I want to make noodles for the Seventh Master, so I can't just knead the noodles, right?" ”

"I'll make a fire in this kitchen job."

The chef hurriedly said to the little waiter: "Why don't you thank General Longen soon?" ”

The little chamberlain kowtowed again and again, "General Xie, General Xie." ”

Zhao Hanzhang saw his head slamming on the ground, and his forehead was instantly glued with black ash, which was red and swollen again, and it looked black and red.

She felt sour in her heart, stretched out her hand to stop him, her face was still smiling, and she waved her hand and said happily: "Everyone in the small kitchen today has merit, and tonight will award each of you one egg and two chefs." ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, don't underestimate this egg, it's Zhao Hanzhang, and now there are only two eggs to eat every day.

Everyone quickly knelt down and thanked him.

Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand, squatted in front of the stove, and considered adding firewood to it.

The chef boiled the noodles and scooped them up, added the soup, beat two more eggs and boiled them, scooped them up and divided them into two bowls, and added a handful of green vegetables......

After a while, two bowls of noodles with meat and vegetarian dishes, half yellow and white and half green, were ready.

Let's not talk about the taste, the color and taste are at least superior.

Although Zhao Hanzhang has only eaten lunch for a long time, he is a little hungry again because of the rapid consumption of his brain.

But she held back and personally held the tray and brought back the two bowls of noodles.

Alas, the landlord's family has no surplus food, this is for Zhao Hu and Zhao Cheng to eat.

With a smile on her face, she went to the side hall very kindly, and then bumped into Zhao Cheng coming out of the house with a calm face.

Zhao Hanzhang's smiling face collapsed with a bang.

At first glance, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Hu didn't talk very happily.

After thinking about it, she handed the tray to Tinghe behind her and stepped forward.

Zhao Cheng had already stood sideways to the side and saluted.

Although he is an elder, unless he is in Zhao's house, talking about private matters or when he needs to discipline her, Zhao Cheng never regards himself as an elder, and he always pretends to be an official.

Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Cheng said: "There are no outsiders at this time, and my uncle doesn't have to see me outside." ”

Zhao Cheng straightened his waist, arched his hand and said, "It's okay, so retreat first." ”

Zhao Hanzhang stopped him and asked, "Did my uncle quarrel with my uncle and grandfather again?" ”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak.

Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Did my uncle persuade my uncle and grandfather to donate the family property to me?" ”

Zhao Cheng emphasized: "It is donated to the treasury and donated to the Great Jin." ”

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, thinking that he was right, and then smiled: "Uncle and grandfather must not be willing." ”

Zhao Cheng kept his face calm and didn't speak.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled: "If it were me, I might not want to." For his uncle and grandfather, the family property is second only to Uncle Cheng and his cousin, and the Great Jin Dynasty neither gave him the title of Marquis or promised him wealth in the future, why did he donate the family property to the country? ”

Zhao Cheng said: "If there is no protection from the state, how can he accumulate this wealth?" Now that the country is in trouble, he, as a citizen, should contribute. ”

"He has already done his part," Zhao Hanzhang said: "Uncle doesn't know how powerful my uncle and grandfather are, in the past few years of war, only his family's taxes and donations have supported 50,000 soldiers of my Zhao family's army." ”

"It's not for one day, but for four years, and only this time he paid the money to save Youzhou," Zhao Hanzhang said: "I don't hide it from my uncle, my uncle and grandfather paid one-third of the money collected this time." ”

It is equivalent to leviing a tax on the whole country, and as a result, Zhao Hu alone paid one-third of the tax revenue of the national treasury.

She sighed and said: "To tell the truth, if it weren't for my uncle and grandfather's temperament, I was afraid that he would have caused a big disaster, and only his taxes and donations in the past few years would have been able to get the title of marquis." ”

Zhao Cheng, who had already calmed down, immediately said: "You can't seal him!" ”

Zhao Hanzhang looked at him.

Zhao Cheng smiled bitterly and said, "Sealing him is harming him." ”

Good night

(End of chapter)