Everyone looked at the cart full of roasted centipedes in front of them, their faces were blue and red for a while, and they couldn't believe why Chengbai, who had always been kind-hearted, suddenly forced them to eat such a disgusting thing.

They had been tossing all night, and at this time the sky was bright, and they thought they could sleep peacefully for a while, but who knew that Chengbai didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he wanted them to taste the peerless food.

Everyone grew up watching Cheng Bai, and their understanding of him was on par with Zuo Qianhu, so when they saw Cheng Bai's sunny smile, they knew that nothing good was good.

Sure enough, when they learned that the food Cheng Bai was talking about was centipedes, everyone's faces immediately turned green.

Someone shirked and wanted to sleep, but Cheng Bai immediately straightened his face, didn't speak, just stared at him, until he changed his mind, he smiled and said: "Since you want to eat so much, then I will reluctantly show my hand for you." ”

When everyone heard this, they were so moved that they were about to cry, and they really deserved to be their young masters, and they were really thinking about them all the time.

If they hadn't been able to beat Cheng Bai, they might have tied him up now, and then went to sleep.

Cheng Bai just set up the fire frame, and when he saw their constipated looks, he snickered in his heart, and after you tasted it, I am afraid it will not be this expression.

This time, Cheng Bai prepared a complete set of seasonings, such as cumin and chili powder, all of which Cheng Bai had made out of boredom in the past sixteen years.

Before Cheng Bai crossed, he was a well-known family man in the neighborhood, and his relatives and friends at that time did not know that he made good dishes, even compared to the chefs of five-star hotels, they were all better.

There was a time when Cheng Bai had nothing to do to improve the food of the Zuo family, and when they first ate skewers, they were simply shocked, and they only felt that they had all lived to dogs in the past so many years.

During that time, I didn't know what kind of wind Cheng Bai smoked, and he made all kinds of delicacies for them every day, so that Zuo Jiajun's taste was gradually raised by him.

It wasn't until after the famine began that Chengbai stopped, and it took several times longer for the Zuo army to readjust to the original food.

From thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, the dignified Zuo family army is powerless to resist under the temptation of white food, not to mention ordinary people.

Zuo Jiajun has always been grateful for Cheng Bai's original food, and has already praised him to the height of the god of cooking, and they often fantasize about when Cheng Bai will take a brain out again and make some food for them to improve their food.

And today, Cheng Bai did brain smoke again, but it was a bit outrageous, they wanted to eat the food made by Cheng Bai, and it didn't mean that as long as it was made by Cheng Bai, they would dare to eat it.

For example, the roasted centipede now.

I saw Cheng Bai put a centipede with a length of nearly one meter on the iron frame, and then rotated it to ensure that it was evenly heated, while constantly sprinkling various spices on it.

These centipedes have been baptized by last night's fire, and they are basically all ripe, and they are now white, but they are reheated and then upgraded to taste.

The crackling sound has not stopped, and I don't know if it is the sound of firewood, or the oil dripping from the centipede, maybe both.

After only a while, the aroma of roast chicken, mixed with the aroma of this seasoning, began to wantonly invade everyone's sense of smell.

Some Zuo Jiajun smelled this smell and subconsciously swallowed their saliva, already thinking about whether the smell of roasted centipedes was as good as smelling so good, but they looked at the ugly appearance of centipedes, and their hearts were greatly entangled.

Cheng Bai saw that it was almost hot, so he picked up a brush and brushed the seasoning on the roasted centipede, and a rich fragrance suddenly came to his face.

"Young master, are you okay, can you eat it?"

A Zuo Jiajun, who couldn't stand the temptation of this fragrance, was finally defeated by the gluttony in his belly, and asked cheekily.

Cheng Bai looked at him and smiled, "Want to eat?"

This Zuo Jiajun nodded frantically.

Cheng Bai suddenly smiled even brighter: "Okay, wait for the next one." ”

"Next?"

This Zuo Jiajun was wondering what Cheng Bai meant, so he saw him pick up the roasted golden centipede and eat it by himself.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at Cheng Bai's constantly agitated cheeks without blinking, all of them were greedy, and even some people kept licking their lips, not knowing whether they cared about lewdness or simply wanted to eat.

They saw that Cheng Bai's mouth was full of oil, and they knew that their young master had always been very picky about food, and the food that could enter his mouth must be very delicious, so their last worries were dispelled.

However, Cheng Bai ate by himself, and there was no sign of continuing to roast the next one.

When everyone saw this, they immediately became anxious, and a few Zuo Jiajun picked up a centipede and prepared to roast it, but they were in a hurry, and they didn't even string it for a long time.

Cheng Bai had only eaten half of it, and when he saw that they were impatient, he stopped hanging them, and found a stick and a head.

What else can this group of big bosses do, except for being able to fight, eat and sleep?

When everyone saw that Cheng Bai was about to make a move, they immediately slapped their horses non-stop.

"Sure enough, he is worthy of being a young master, and in terms of cooking skills, he has reached the realm where words are rotten and magical. ”

"Haha, I've always believed in the young master's cooking skills, and the last time I ate the food made by the young master, it's been two or three years now, how do I feel like I've lived a lifetime. ”

"Our young master's cooking skills are that the imperial chef has to bow to the wind......"

The undisciplined sycophants filled Cheng Bai's ears, as if he began to think that the group of people who were killed and didn't eat were not them.

Cheng Bai was a little speechless, but also a little happy, this was the Zuo Jiajun he was familiar with.

During this time, because he had been busy with various things, the communication between Cheng Bai and Zuo Jiajun gradually became a little less, so that he was worried that he would become strangers to them.

But now it seems that he is thinking too much.

The Zuo Family Army is still the Zuo Family Army, a group of people who work the battlefield and enjoy off the battlefield, they watch themselves grow up, and they don't watch them gradually become less.

The original Zuojia Army, but a majestic division of 10,000 people, was invincible and never tasted defeat, but it was because of the words of the national teacher that the Zuojia Army was the soldier of Zuo Qianhu, not the Shang State.

Then the emperor began a brutal requisition of the Zuojia army.

The Zuo Army, which was not led by Zuo Qianhu, was like an eagle that had lost its wings, constantly suffering setbacks on the battlefield and a sharp reduction in personnel.

Until one day, when he saw that there were only a few hundred people left in Zuo's army, the emperor said to Zuo Qianhu: "The people who lead you, go and escort the prisoners." ”

Then, Zuo Qianhu was demoted.

Watching the scene of everyone gobbling up, laughing and scolding, it didn't look like what they should look like after experiencing a huge setback, but Cheng Bai knew that their anger was pressed in the bottom of his heart.

This is also the reason why during that time, Chengbai was crazy about cooking all kinds of food, he wanted to help them out of the shadows, and it turned out that he raised a group of 'pigs' that could be eaten.

"Master, another one!"

"I want it too!"

"Two two, two!"