Datang: My bedroom is the same as Changle's boudoir

Mo Wuhen and Cheng Yaojin were chatting and laughing, and they just sat down in the hall.

Du Ruhui, Fang Xuanling, Changsun Wuji, and Warrior Xun also came over one after another.

"Zhijie, are you so excited that you got something good from Mo Wuhen again?"

"Haha, no, I just hit it off with Brother Mo!"

Cheng Yaojin still understands the principle of making a fortune in silence, if he speaks out, he will lose a lot of money.

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin didn't want to say anything, they didn't continue to ask, but instead looked at Mo Wuhen with fiery eyes, making Mo Wuhen feel uncomfortable.

Mo Wuhen also understood what they meant, didn't they just want wine.

"Here, I only have these two bottles left in my bag. Although they are not as good as the ones presented to His Majesty, the taste is not bad."

Mo Wuhen took out two bottles of Yanglanshan Erguotou from his bag.

"This! This glass bottle! Why is it so transparent and flawless?"

When the warrior Xun offered wine to Mo Wuhen, he hadn't come yet, and seeing the wine that Mo Wuhen brought out made him more amazed than everyone else.

"These are small items. In the next few months, I believe that every household in Tang Dynasty will be able to afford this glass bottle and glass cup."

"hiss!"

As soon as Mo Wuhen's words fell, everyone couldn't believe it, but looking at Mo Wuhen's confident eyes, for some reason, everyone thought he could do it.

This man is a great talent.

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Stewed beef head, roasted beef, steamed beef with garlic, fried chicken, roasted lamb. . . .

Cheng Yaojin's family is worthy of being the owner of dead cattle every day. This trick is really rich, not even limited to cattle, but also roasted lamb and fried chicken.

In fact, people have always had a misunderstanding, thinking that there was no delicious food in ancient times, but after Mo Wuhen checked a lot of information, he found that there were a lot of delicious food in ancient times, but now they are all lost, but since he is here, he will definitely put all these things together. Take it back to reproduce the glorious deeds of the year.

Especially in the review of the materials, there is a discovery that Mo Wuhen still remembers, that is, fried chicken first appeared in the Tang Dynasty, and now any Kaifeng dish, the Golden Arch, has to be called the ancestor!
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These dishes even whetted Mo Wuhen's appetite.

The appearance is really good. Sure enough, China has been a big foodie country since ancient times.

Everyone filled up the wine, but before eating the food, they clinked glasses and took a sip first.

"Good wine!"

"Come on, let's eat and drink!"

Cheng Yaojin didn't talk nonsense, if he said one more word, others might drink more of the fine wine.

Using chopsticks, Mo Wuhen picked up a piece of steamed beef and dipped it in garlic.

The chewy texture of the beef, combined with the spiciness of minced garlic, puts it in the mouth, and the taste buds burst, making people salivate.

Looking at the bull head pot again, Mo Wuhen picked up another chopstick.

Although the seasoning of Tang Dynasty is not as good as modern ones, it is pure natural and pollution-free. The freshly slaughtered beef perfectly covers up his shortcomings.

Now Mo Wuhen is thinking in his heart that if he waits to bring over the seasoning from later generations, and pair it with such delicious beef and this amazing cooking skill, how delicious it will be.

It seems that in addition to buying mats and rice when I go back, I also need to bring back some seasonings.

You can even go back, search the Internet for the refining process of refined salt, and make another fortune in Datang.

Perfect!
Three rounds of wine, five flavors of rice.

Everyone drank alone and got drunk, and Mo Wuhen learned a lot of history from them that was not recorded in history books.

What surprised them even more was that no matter what they said, Mo Wuhen could always say something.

Suddenly Changsun Wuji remembered that Li Shimin had shown him the love poem written by Mo Wuhen to Li Lizhi.

Then he said to Mo Wuhen: "Brother Mo, I heard that you are very good at composing poems, how about a poem on the spot?"

Hearing Changsun Wuji's words, Mo Wuhen looked at Changsun Wuji's cup that could raise fish, and suddenly had a sudden inspiration, thinking of a handed down work.

Mo Wuhen raised his head and took a big sip of the wine, then put the glass on the table with a "snap".

The people around were startled by the sudden sound, and all looked at Mo Wuhen.

At this moment, Mo Wuhen closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them suddenly, and the warrior Xun saw a wildness in his eyes.

In fact, the samurai Xun read it right. When Mo Wuhen spit out the sonorous and powerful words "will enter the wine" from his mouth, his heroic spirit burst out suddenly.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, and it runs to the sea and never returns."

After Mo Wuhen said this sentence, he closed his mouth and looked at the empty glass on the table. Changsun Wuji instantly understood what he meant, and wanted him to pour him wine.

What is the status of Changsun Wuji, how could he pour wine for this unofficial kid, but Mo Wuhen's poem just now had an incomparable impact on him, making him feel very itchy.

After thinking about it, he decided to condescend to turn Mo Wuhen's cup upside down and fill it up for him.

Mo Wuhen saw that Changsun Wuji was very good, smiled slightly, picked up the cup, drank it down in one gulp, and continued talking.

"You can't see, Gaotang Mingjing is sad and white hair, the morning is like blue silk and the evening turns into snow."

After finishing the first two sentences, there was a moment of silence before Mo Wuhen shouted loudly.

"You must be happy in life, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

These two sentences directly brought the whole banquet to a climax.

The shouts of "Yes" continued, and everyone clinked their glasses together and drank it all in one gulp. Then they looked at Mo Wuhen and motioned for him to continue.

Mo Wuhen got up directly, raised his head to the sky and screamed, the wine in his hand leaked from his mouth to the skirt of his clothes.

"It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter oxen, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."

Pointing to Cheng Yaojin and Changsun Wuji, he said again.

"Eldest grandson, brother Zhijie, you are about to drink, don't stop drinking."

Changsun Wuji felt that he had done nothing wrong by condescending just now. If this poem was sung, he would be famous forever.

He and Cheng Yaojin were happy, but Du Ruhui and others on the side were itchy with anger, annoyed why they didn't treat them, or suggested that Mo Wuhen write a poem, and slapped their thighs angrily.

Mo Wuhen didn't know the inner activities of the crowd, he was in high spirits now, and continued to speak.

"A song with Junge, please listen to me. Bells, drums, and jade are not expensive. I hope I won't wake up after being drunk."

Without waiting for everyone's praise, Mo Wuhen continued.

"The sages and sages in ancient times are lonely, but the drinkers keep their names. In the old days, King Chen had a feast of banquets, and they fought with each other for a long time."

Seeing how Mo Wuhen drank like this, Cheng Yaojin grumbled for some reason.

"Hey, if you drink like this, you will make your old brother Cheng's family poor."

Mo Wuhen glanced at him, took a sip of wine and said again.

"Why does the master say that he has little money, and he has to sell it to the king."

As soon as this sentence came out, Cheng Yaojin didn't dare to let it go, he didn't expect that he would say such a sentence casually, and Mo Wuhen would be able to incorporate it into the poem.

This is simply an insult to my old Cheng's reputation. Will the world think I'm a stingy person in the future.Cheng Yaojin thought inwardly.

"Five-flowered horses, thousands of gold, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrows with you."

This last word of worry is simply piercing through the brain, deafening.

All the people here without exception praised and admired!

"This poem will be famous forever!"

"Good poem! Good poem!"

"You're slandering me, Old Cheng!"

There were applause and complaints.

But this also shows that this banquet was very successful.