[Hey, can this be said?] Emperor Taizu Gao was so hungry that he was on the side of the road or something]

"It doesn't matter." Shang Luo replied, "If he has to get angry every time he is told 'hungry on the side of the road', then he is probably numb by now." And, on the other hand, he himself doesn't seem to mind too much about such statements. ”

[Huh? Why? 】

"Because he's really starving on the side of the road – that's not all. The key is that he himself likes to say that he came from 'cloth clothes', because the more humble he is, the more it can show that 'I am the right of the country', and the more it can show that the destiny of heaven has been laid here. So the more he starved on the side of the road, the more he was complimenting him on how good he was—that's the logic. ”

Are you sure he'll like that? 】

"Whatever, anyway, the Son of Heaven took the lead in this matter, and he can't punish the Nine Clans of the Son of Heaven."

It took less than a minute to talk, and it was ready to eat.

"Ahem, let me introduce you first." Zhu Xianene walked up with his hands behind his back, "The roast chicken we ate last year, everyone reacted to some problems. First of all, the inside is not very familiar, and the outside is a little dry. If it's a piece of meat, it's very layered. But the chicken was so big that many people were given either a whole piece of firewood or a whole piece of half-baked food, and only those who were lucky enough to eat it were just right. So—"

He pointed to the roast chicken in front of him: "That's why this year we eat called flower chicken." I remember the last time I ate like this, when I was in high school, and I was the one who presided over the meal on behalf of my father. Of course, what we ate this time was different from last time, so you will know if you eat it. Oh, who's going to deal with this crust on the outside? I remember yes, yes, General Fu, I'm sorry for you, I remember that you did it last time. ”

In the crowd, Fu Yuanshan had been waiting there for a long time, and there was no time for him not to come to this kind of dinner.

Hearing Zhu Xianene call him, he was also ready early in the morning.

Walking out of the crowd, he rolled up his sleeves and circled around the "Flower Dinosaur" as big as a baby elephant, found a point near the tail, and raised his hand to slap it violently-

With a click, the crust of a baby elephant, which had been burned into clay, cracked open from the middle. One on each side of their hands, they slammed into each other.

Nothing happens.

"Hey, weird." Fu Yuanshan shook his hand, "It looks like today's luck is not very good." Which Taoist friend can come up and open the shell of this flower chicken? Just don't land on the chicken. Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly thought:

"Eh, Shang Luo, don't you have that knife? Take it and open it? ”

"That's? Yes. Shang Luo reached into his arms and groped for a moment, and took out the hunting knife.

[How can this hunting knife be used for food in your hands!] It's either cutting oranges or meat, or cutting people or pandas. 】

"This is what the people are called to eat. Ritual utensils that can't be used to eat are not good treasures. ”

took out the hunting knife, he aimed at the part that Fu Yuanshan did just now, stabbed it in, and then pried it to the side-

With two "knocks", the huge crust was peeled off completely, leaving no dust on the dining car, as neat as opening a walnut.

"Good!" When everyone saw this big change of roast chicken trick, they all began to applaud as much as watching the play.

"You eat first, I'll take care of the kitchen waste first." He went out one in one hand, carrying a clay husk larger than several people. Lift weights all the way, and your expression remains the same.

Leaving the cart, only a small circle of chickens wrapped in lotus leaves remained—although smaller, this size is still about the same size as the baby elephant in the Imperial Garden. The lotus leaves and the fragrance of the fragrance and the fresh fragrance of chicken fat wafted out, and there was a smell that Shang Luo had never smelled.

"It smells so good!" Shang Luo sniffled, "This elephant bird. This elephant bird smells so good! ”

"Because elephant birds have a lot of red meat." Zhu Xianen, who was next to him, said to him, "Elephant birds don't like to exercise much, and they weigh nearly a metric ton, so the muscles are mainly red meat used to support the body, not white meat used for explosive sports." The red meat is rich in fat and has a layered taste, and it doesn't dry out after roasting. I remember last time."

He shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem like it's just last time. Many times I tried the new method, it didn't taste good, but no matter how I made it, the part of the chicken thigh would be delicious. The chicken legs of the elephant bird are particularly large. Oh yes, I almost forgot. ”

He said to the crowd: "This year, like last year, it is a whole thing, so you have to cut it." It's not a big deal, who volunteered to cut it? ”

Someone shouted below: "We propose that Shang Tianjun cut it!" Isn't Shang Tianjun the head of the Great Inner Sword? Show your hand to everyone! ”

"No, no, no, I won't cut it, I really won't."

It's not that he's excused. Mainly, he didn't even hold a knife much, so naturally he didn't know how to cut it. Although he opened the chicken just now, he only used the function of the artifact to deal with the "skin" outside. If the elephant bird hadn't been killed, he would have a way to deal with the chicken.

But cutting meat is a technical job, and he really can't.

"Wait, wait, wait." Knowing that Shang Luo really wouldn't, Zhu Xianene gave him a round game, "Shang Luo is very busy, it's hard to take a vacation, just let him eat, don't let him be busy cutting chickens again." I'm looking for an idler, and you're the one with good knife skills! Wen Yuan, you come to cut. ”

"Huh?" Wen Yuan was stunned, "I'm not idle, I'm also quite busy." ”

"I see you don't move all day."

"I'm standing guard! You made me stand still! If I move, is it still called a sentry? ”

"Eh, you're good at swordsmanship. I remember you had a family heirloom Imperial Guards broadsword, yes, yes, yes, the one that rested at the door when you entered. Take the treasure knife that has served on the battlefield to cut the knife, Xin Qiji wrote that: 800 miles under the command, fifty strings turned over the outside sound. Everyone here is Xin Qiji's peers, so you should have some military pride, right? ”

"Ahh Indeed that I cut? ”

"Yes, you cut." He walked up to Wen Yuan and patted him on the shoulder—he was a little shorter than Wen Yuan, and he had to raise his hand when he patted him on the shoulder, "Look at so many people, how good it is to show your face." Don't be bored all day long like your master. Learn more about your own family style, and the popularity of your grandfather and father is very good. ”

"Ahh Understand, then I will sacrifice ugliness. Oh no, then I'll give the treasure! This chicken is a treasure. ”

He unloaded the knife he was carrying on his back as he entered the door. It was the knife he brought to school to practice.

Before taking the knife to cut meat, he took it out and washed it - although this knife is usually well maintained, it is for cutting meat after all, and he is more relieved to wash it himself.

(End of chapter)