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

When Fang Xuanling said these words, his face turned slightly red.

"However, this dish is indeed delicious." Fang Xuanling put down his chopsticks and poured himself a glass of wine. He looked calm, but the movements of his hands finally revealed the torment in his heart. Bringing the wine glass to his mouth, he took a small sip.

The wine entered his mouth and became the fuel of the spicy feeling, which made the hot feeling burning his mouth more intense, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

Slow down for a while.

Fang Xuanling continued to speak slowly: "No wonder Lu Guogui is so shameless. He would rather be fined for his salary than eat at the court."

"It's so delicious, it's forgivable."

After these two words, Fang Xuanling believed Wei Zheng's words a little bit.

"This store owner really doesn't know your identities?" Fang Xuanling picked up another piece of boiled pork slices with chopsticks, breathing hard while speaking, subtly relieving the spicy taste in her mouth.

No matter how much he pretended, the small movements of his body couldn't hide it.

The spicy taste still had a huge impact on Fang Xuanling.

It's just that he restrained his impulse and didn't show his seemingly fragile side to the little old man opposite.

Seeing Fang Xuanling's pretentiously strong posture, Wei Zheng felt amused for a while.

"Okay." Wei Zheng waved his hand: "Today, there are only Wei Zheng and Fang Qiao here."

"We're just ordinary little old men."

Fang Xuanling shook his hand, with a little dissatisfaction: "Go, you are the little old man, I am still young."

Wei Zheng ordered the table, glanced at Yin Xuan who was watching Li Lizhi and the others' plan, lowered his voice, and said softly, "The store owner is a smart man."

"Maybe he didn't think about our identities, but he believed whatever we said."

"Maybe he has thought about it and really knows that our identities are unusual."

"But as long as I'm in this restaurant, I'm just a little boy." Wei Zheng paused for a moment when he said this, he somewhat forgot what identity he fabricated in front of Yin Xuan, and after thinking for a while, Simply waved his hand, shook his head and said, "It's just a little eighth-rank official anyway."

"Even Your Majesty is just a seventh-rank official without real power."

"The store owner is a smart man." Finally, Wei Zheng repeated, "Never asked us about our real identities."

"Oh, I asked with Zhijie, but it was meant to tease Zhijie."

"You know it's the most fun to play with him."

Fang Xuanling nodded in agreement with the last added paragraph, expressing his approval. If he didn't want to maintain his status as a servant, he would also want to do the same thing as Wei Zheng.

Fang Xuanling turned his head, glanced at Yin Xuan, and said thoughtfully: "Why don't you stop Erlang from being a prisoner?"

"It's not a bad thing." Wei Zheng shook his head.

Fang Xuanling raised her eyebrows.

Wei Zheng smiled lightly, finished his drink, and poured himself another glass: "The two young ladies are studying fireworks, it's true that they are for people's entertainment."

"But what Erlang asked them to study is gunpowder, which is used to attack the enemy, which is different."

"I'm not very good at military affairs, but Erlang said that if it's gunpowder, it can really do what the store said."

"No, it is as Erlang predicted, then the entire way of the war may undergo a huge change."

Fang Xuanling raised her eyebrows.

I was a little surprised.

His Majesty actually values ​​this thing so much?In terms of the art of war, the two achievements of the Tang Dynasty both have the surname Li, one is Li Shimin and the other is Li Jing.

If Li Shimin was not dragged down by the throne, then the titles of "Military God" and "No.1 General in the World" might fall on Li Shimin's head.

You can doubt Li Shimin's politics and character, but you can't doubt Li Shimin's military ability.

"The pharmacist said the same thing." Wei Zheng added another sentence after taking a sip of his wine.

After the two soldiers said so, Fang Xuanling suppressed the doubts in his heart.

The worries in his heart were resolved for the time being, and Fang Xuanling began to taste these two delicacies.

Take a few more sips.

Fang Xuanling finally couldn't hold on any longer, sucked in a low voice, and frowned slightly: "The dishes in the restaurant are indeed delicious, but a little too spicy."

"If I were ten years younger, I would eat it often"

He didn't lower his voice, and his voice was even louder than usual because of emotion.

When Yin Xuan heard what he said, before he finished speaking, he interrupted and said quietly: "Many dishes in this restaurant are non-spicy."

"This little old man has no good intentions. He deliberately ordered such a spicy dish just to see your jokes."

"Usually when he comes to eat by himself, he doesn't often order these two dishes."

Wei Zheng widened his eyes and waved his hands: "Shop, how can you say that, it's just a filthy person, I just want to change my taste today."

"It happened that I ordered these two dishes."

Fang Xuanling didn't believe his nonsense, and beckoned: "Then shopkeeper, please bring us two lighter dishes, preferably the most expensive ones."

"Let the little old man pay."

Yin Xuan put down the paper in his hand and got up slowly: "I can make it for you, but this store is not allowed to waste food. If I can't finish it, I will blacklist you."

After saying this, Yin Xuan was relieved for a while.

After holding back for nearly a year, I was finally able to say these words smoothly, but it was really not easy.

Don't waste food.

Fang Xuanling was taken aback by this, and then smiled with some relief: "Then I will trouble the store to make some light dishes when I come tomorrow."

"The meal money is still on the little old man."

Wei Zheng took pleasure in his misfortune: "You can do it yourself tomorrow. The store never keeps accounts. It always puts money first and food later. I can't blame it."

Fang Xuanling put down his chopsticks and spread his hands to Wei Zheng: "Then you give me the money first."

Wei Zheng looked contemptuous, but still obediently took out the money, ten copper coins, and put them in Fang Xuanling's palm.

Only ten words.

He couldn't afford any of the dishes in the restaurant, but Fang Xuanling didn't think it was too small, so he shrank his hand, put it in his pocket, and put it away.

While eating the dishes, the two little old men were too hot to talk, while listening to the conversation between Yin Xuan, Li Lizhi and Li Shu.

The content is how to reduce the cost of making fireworks.

This is actually a relatively simple matter.

After the two of them went back, they pondered for a while, and it was really easy to figure out a suitable method.