483.100 wild duck eggs

The aroma of the rice is cooked, the pork boiled vegetables are steaming, and the staff are standing at the window to eat one by one, and the whole canteen is in full swing.

The food of the Great Yan Dynasty is mainly steamed, the oil and water are completely dependent on pigs, cattle and sheep, as well as wild poultry meat, and the chef of the small canteen makes three meat and five vegetables, plus two pickled pickles, and can choose different dishes according to the price.

At your own expense, of course.

After the three of them bought the meal, they picked a place to sit down, and the colleagues of the Hanlin Academy also sat on the left and right.

Shen Xingluo picked up a cabbage leaf and put it in his mouth, and the movement was invisible, and then he picked up the rice and ate it as usual.

Qin Zheng's expression management on the other side was a little worse, causing the whole handsome face to wrinkle.

"It's so unpalatable~o(β•₯_β•₯)o~"

Fortunately, he still has a bit of emotional intelligence on him, and he doesn't speak too loudly, muttering to the two of them while picking and choosing with chopsticks.

"Why do you add so much vinegar to the wead? The pork is still fat, and the lotus root has a bitter taste, alas, what should I do? I am used to eating stir-fried dishes with all the color and flavor, and the rest is comparable to pig food. ”

"The Shen family's food is indeed rare."

Yu Heting sighed sincerely, and after being fortunate enough to eat it a few times, he still remembers it.

However, this does not affect the food in front of the table, the Yu family is just an ordinary cultivator, and the chef in the canteen of the Hanlin Courtyard is rare to see although it is not as good as the Shen family.

"I have made it a few times according to the recipe given by Brother Shen, and my brother has to eat half a steamed bun more every time."

"Ahh

Qin Zhengsheng sighed for a long time, "It's a pity that the noon rest time is too short, and it's too late to go home." ”

His chef also learned good cooking skills after looking at the recipes, and now it seems that it is cheaper for the Qin family who stays in the house every day.

No, he has to take the time to grind the old man for a reward.

It's obviously his light!

The food on the table got disgusted eyes from the three of them, and Qin Zheng was even more picky, but after a quarter of an hour, the meal was still swept away, and there was not a single grain of rice left.

Finally, the first meal at the Hanlin Academy ended in Qin Zheng's muttering "Do less in the future and don't suffer a big sin", and the brain took a short break and then devoted himself to adapting to the new work again.

A few streets away, in the small courtyard of Erjin, Cheng Xi questioned the system.

"What the hell is going on with your daily check-in? In the last days, most of them are instant noodles and compressed biscuits, and the interstellar plane lottery pool is occupied by various smart appliances, why has it been grounded recently? ”

The day before yesterday was a basket of gray cabbage, and yesterday it was a pot of soy sauce.

Look what she got today, 100 duck eggs!

【Ding Dong!】 Congratulations to the young lady for discovering Huadian~(*^β–½^*)~]

[There is a mistake in the wood, the daily sign-in lottery pool is provided according to the special products of the plane where the host is located! ] 】

Oh, oh what.

You're still pretending to be cute when you're a tech product.

Cheng Xi glanced at the 100 duck eggs under his feet, since this thing existed because of the ancient plane, it must taste better than the modern wild duck eggs, thinking about when to go out for a walk and cross the bright road.

"Your system is quite adaptable."

[Of course, the plane mall system is a top-notch technology product, and the positioning function is super invincible! 】

"No matter how top-tech the product is, there is a shortage of money."

Don't you need a bound host to make a large transaction to earn Starcoins? Alas, sure enough, money is a good thing everywhere.

Cheng Xi habitually complained, choking 666 for a long time without saying a word.