I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

It is inseparable from Dalang that I can get where I am today.

Zhou Xiaosan dealt with the greetings from his colleagues, and was about to leave for the Tongfu restaurant, but was stopped before he could leave the county office. He will be an eighth-rank official in the future, so naturally he can no longer wear the black robes of bad people.

Although he has a blue robe bestowed by His Majesty.

But other costumes have to be changed as well.

Zhou Xiaosan sighed, it seemed that it would take a while for him to announce the good news to Da Lang.

In Tongfu restaurant.

Li Shu finished writing the paper in her hand, handed it over, looked at Yin Xuan's annotations with a vermilion pen, and pretended to ask casually: "Brother Zhengyang, you must have put a lot of thought into researching that thing called gunpowder, right?"

Yin Xuan glanced at her.

The thought of wanting to find out the news was written on his face, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to see it.

"Well, it's not easy, what's the matter?" Yin Xuan nodded and agreed.

Dynamite is a history of blood and tears in the history of mankind.

To say "it's not easy" is to put it lightly.

Li Shu got closer and asked softly, "Brother Zhengyang, besides the gunpowder you showed us yesterday, do you have any other gunpowder?"

Li Lizhi's eyes widened.

How could my sister be so close to brother Zhengyang?

Yin Xuan nodded again: "Of course there is more powerful gunpowder."

Li Shu wanted to satisfy her father's curiosity, and also to satisfy her own curiosity: "Really? What is it like?"

Yin Xuan circled a question, indicating that the calculation was wrong, and pretending to be strange, he said, "Why are you asking this?"

"Curious!" Li Shu cleared her throat unnaturally, "I want to know what other gunpowder is like."

Yin Xuan shook his head: "The black powder I played with for you is the least powerful type of gunpowder. The power of the remaining gunpowder is basically more than three to five times that of black powder, and it is even more unstable. explode."

"That amount of black powder exploded is nothing more than a burn."

"But if other types of gunpowder blow up, it's not as simple as a burn."

Xueba is actually a very dangerous species among human beings. Those who study well and only participate in mathematics and biology competitions are better.

But creatures like Yin Xuan who participate in physics and chemistry competitions are dangerous walking elements.

Yin Xuan knew very well how harmful things like explosives would be if no protective work was done.

In the first year of high school, he and a certain ex-girlfriend planned to participate in a chemistry competition, and would read books about Nobel after class.The more I read this book, the more itchy I feel.

The two of them rented a homestay for three months, of course, just for pure study and research.

In the end, some nitroglycerin was tossed out, and when I was taking it out for an experiment, I accidentally blew up two dogs passing by.

Fortunately, at that time, they were not very old, and they were not yet sixteen years old. In the end, they were only educated orally, and they paid 1 yuan to the dog owners.

Um.
Since then, the two of them have been deprived of the qualifications for the chemistry competition, and even the school has been tossed out of post-traumatic stress disorder. They check their schoolbags at least three times a week, for fear that something that should not appear, such as trinitro Toluene or something.

Li Shu cleared her throat and acted coquettishly: "Brother Zhengyang just tell me."

Yin Xuan refused very simply: "This is for your safety, so when you can add up to 270 points in mathematics, physics, and chemistry, I will show you the new gunpowder."

270 point?
Rao Li Shu, who loves to study the most, was also taken aback by the score Yin Xuan proposed—up to now, the highest score she has gotten on Yin Xuan's math paper is only 72
270 points, on average, only ten points will be deducted for each subject, it's too hard to be human!
Li Shu was about to say something.

Yin Xuan raised his hand and patted her on the head: "What's the matter with you today? You're absent-minded. You miscalculated many of the questions you've already mastered."

After speaking, Yin Xuan paused for a moment, then asked: "By the way, what is 25 plus 31?"

This question is simple, Li Shu did some math and quickly replied: "56."

Yin Xuan tapped lightly on the paper: "Then see how much you wrote."

According to the formula for a question, add 25 to 31, and Li Shu got a result of 46.

Li Shu blushed slightly, she actually made such a low-level mistake.

Holding her paper in her hand, she quickly went back and corrected the wrong question.

Yin Xuan held his head and looked at them.

The first reason for not showing them other types of gunpowder is indeed out of safety considerations, and the second is because the current materials are limited and cannot be produced.

In the first year of high school, although I made that thing with my ex-girlfriend, the materials are not restricted, and things that cannot be bought can be made out of the chemistry laboratory. Of course, this method is not recommended and not safe.

In addition to these, Yin Xuan has another purpose.

He just likes to watch Li Shimin feel itchy and want to get something, but he is not good at opening his mouth, so he can only rely on other people's insinuations, but in the end he can't get anything.

This is one of the few joys I have now.

Of course you have to keep it up.

Just when Yin Xuan watched several little girls "cheerfully" writing the papers.

On the Bahe River, a small boat docked slowly at the pier, and a tall and thick man got off the boat with a backpack that looked heavy.

As soon as he got off the boat, with a bang, the boat rose a little.

Starting from the pier, after driving a few miles, the man finally saw the towering city wall and the crowds on the avenue.

"Is this Chang'an?" The man raised his head, looked into the distance, picked up his luggage, and continued to walk forward.

His name is Yi Xin, and he is a cook.

He would often tell others that his ancestor was Yi Ya, although he didn't know if his ancestor was the cook's ancestor or not.

But since everyone's surname is Yi, it's justifiable to have a relationship with them, right?
He had heard a long time ago that there were two restaurants in Chang'an.

One is called Mingyuelou, and the other is called Chunjianglou. Their craftsmanship is the best in the world. What is the greatest pursuit of a cook?
It's not that my craftsmanship is the best in the world.

So he raised some copper coins and came to Chang'an, hoping to compare his cooking skills with the best chefs in these two best restaurants.