"Hey, mother, you can't be light, I'm also meat."

Although Salindo's voice was not loud, the table was so big that everyone sat so close that it was impossible for others to pretend not to hear. Seeing that there were already people around him sneakily casting their eyes, Salindo simply stopped pretending, swallowed his saliva, and stared at the novel and unique dishes on the table in front of him very longingly.

"I think it's really fragrant, even the emperor has never eaten such a dish."

"Salindo!"

Mrs. Song was taken aback. I hate myself for not having an eye just now and quickly covering the mouth of this uneasy child! Is this something to say casually? Although they are high and the emperor is far away, there are still people from the government sitting here! If you really want to investigate it, you must cure Salindo for a great crime of disrespect.

Sun Xianling actually didn't mind Salinduo's words, after all, he was also hooked out of gluttony at this time. It's just that Mr. Song doesn't move the chopsticks, what are you looking at there? Is this bowl so strange in front of you? I have to say that the set of simple and elegant tableware in front of me is quite interesting with the rural scenery in front of me. Could it be that the old gentleman is thinking about how to make a poem worthy of the beautiful scenery in front of him?

At this time, Mr. Song suddenly slapped his thigh, and suddenly realized, with a hint of disbelief in his tone.

The old man finally remembered where he had seen this set of utensils! Isn't this red silk wood? It is said that the growing conditions are very harsh, not only born in the inaccessible deep mountains and old forests, the environmental requirements are quite strict, and the growth rate is quite slow. The trunk of the tree is straight, and except for the crown position, the rest of the tree has no branches, which is quite straight. The branches and leaves in the canopy are so slender that they can't be made into utensils. Only the trunk can be used, however, in a year, the trunk will probably grow a small half an inch, which is a tribute, and the old man was only fortunate to see it at the banquet in His Majesty's palace. It is said that it is a tribute from a small island country, and it is necessary to travel through mountains and rivers by sea to come over, and the quantity is extremely scarce. ”

Listening to this old gentleman Song's bookbag hanging for a long time, You Lao Liu's dizzy head finally extracted the key point and opened in disbelief.

"What? The emperor also eats with a wooden bowl? ”

Everyone was still immersed in Mr. Song's statement, but when they heard this reckless remark and looked at the table full of dishes and chopsticks in front of them, they suddenly had a strange feeling that they didn't know what to say.

Well, I always feel that listening to this little boy say this, the royal family, which has always been dignified and majestic, does not seem to be so mysterious, after all, they also need to eat, and they may use the same wooden dishes and chopsticks as them.

Looking at everyone's different reactions, You Lao Liu realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly shut up. Mr. Song is broad-minded, so he naturally doesn't mind a child's words, so he put it down lightly at this moment, stroked his beard, and smiled slightly.

"If it's just a scarcity of wood, it's not a tribute, but this wood is fragrant and pleasant, and long-term contact can make people clear to the ears and eyes, and use it to eat and drink, and some small problems in the stomach will get better and better. Only then was he accepted as a tribute by His Majesty. However, the old man thought that this red silk wood was only available in overseas island countries, but he didn't expect that our Dali Dynasty would have it. ”

Mr. Song did not ask if the wood was obtained from an overseas island country, after all, although the bowls and chopsticks in front of him were very finely polished, it could be seen at a glance that this was a new wood. Thinking of the mountain that stretched for an unknown number of miles when he came, and then looking at the Wu clan people wearing fur clothes in front of him, what else did Mr. Song not know? Probably this wizard clan accidentally saw it in the mountains and brought it down as a gift to the You family.

After saying so much, let's delay everyone's dinner, Mr. Song realized his mistake, and hurriedly picked up a piece of chopsticks and put it in front of him, which looked tender and smooth. As soon as he took his mouth, Mr. Song didn't move his teeth at all, and only gently sipped it with his tongue, and the tofu was broken. This tofu is fried with chicken fat and finally juiced with broth, which looks light but is actually full of flavor. Even Mr. Song, who is not so heavy on appetite, feels quite good at this time.

He had never eaten a palace banquet before when he was an official in the court, but eating in the palace was not to make you eat well at all, just to show a kind of honor. The dishes were already cold by the time they were delivered through the long passages. When the weather is hot, it is better, but when the weather is cold, some of the meat oil has been solidified, and it looks like a piece of white flowers, and no one can eat it.

It's like now, there is a warm kang burning in the house, and the stove room is only about 20 steps away from here. Although Old Master Song didn't speak, the expression on his face and the subconscious action of speeding up couldn't deceive people.

Everyone had already endured it for a while, and when they saw Mr. Song moving their chopsticks, they hurriedly waved their chopsticks and sandwiched the dishes they had liked for a long time.

Salinduo probably likes to eat big fish and meat the most because he has half of his grassland blood, and he directly sandwiched the braised pork in the crockpot with chopsticks. The pork was cut into large pieces, and when it was sandwiched out, it trembled and crumbling on Salindo's chopsticks, and the standard five flowers were simmered over low heat. Salinduo couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth, and took a sip gently, well, the lean meat was soft and rotten, the fat was delicate, and there was no greasy feeling when mixed together, and even the skin of the meat was stewed and melted in the mouth. What's more important is that he didn't eat the faint fishy atmosphere that he usually has when he eats pork. I don't know how Ning Ning's family handled it, it was so delicious.

As for Sun Xianling, the two little sons are unified in their movements, and they have a pair of chopsticks, which looks crispy and delicious. Put it in your mouth and bite it hard with your teeth. With a "click", the layer of puff pastry on the surface of the meat slice suddenly shattered, with a hint of sweetness, wrapped in a unique meat aroma, and it tasted delicious. The two little boys have no time to talk, and the one who eats is called a cheerful.

Their family conditions are quite good, and when they were born, Sun Xianling had already become a petty official, so he had never suffered hardship. The dishes I eat on weekdays are already quite good, but in these years, stir-fried dishes have just become popular, and I can naturally afford to eat big fish and meat, but I have never eaten such novel dishes. I can't even lift my head when I eat at this time.

Mrs. Song is well-read, and everything is sandwiched together. After tasting it, those beautiful eyes were full of brilliance, and there was no one on the table that was not delicious! She used to think that she didn't like to eat meat, but now it seems that she doesn't like it, and it is clear that she has not eaten delicious! (End of chapter)