Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"Father, I've prepared the meals and I'm just waiting for you to come back. Let's eat first!"

Zhao Che casually threw the firecracker in his hand into the box, and then retreated out with Ying Zheng and Meng Yi who were reluctant to part with him.

"Dad, you sit down first, and I'll prepare the meals right away."

Greeting the two into the living room, Zhao Che signaled them to sit down, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"Meng Qing, what did you think of the god gun just now?"

Seeing Zhao Che leave, Ying Zheng also put away his previous contempt, and turned to ask Meng Yi.

"Your Majesty, this Celestial Gun can be called a celestial weapon. It is extremely powerful and easy to use. As long as the production is sufficient, any of our Great Qin soldiers can use it."

Meng Yi's expression was also a little excited. Although he was a civil servant, he was at least one of the three lords of Shangqing. In addition, he came from a family of generals, so he was very interested in this kind of thing that could enhance the combat effectiveness of the Great Qin army.

Ying Zheng nodded, and he could see that too.

When he first heard that Zhao Che was going to rebel, Ying Zheng thought he was out of his mind.

Daqin's iron cavalry swept across the six kingdoms, and they could be called an invincible army. Even with a small Zhao Che, even if he was given 100 million people, it would be impossible to overthrow Daqin's world.

But after the Tianshen gun appeared, Ying Zheng's thoughts changed immediately.

This kind of weapon beyond the times is really too powerful.

Even a farmer in the mountains, as long as he is equipped with this god gun and a little training, he can easily kill the elites of the Qin Dynasty who have experienced many battles.

What if it is equipped with the elites of the Great Qin Dynasty?Isn't that directly invincible?
"Mr. Che is really a genius in the sky. I guess the celestial blunderbuss may not be all his trump cards."

"Oh? Meng Qing means that this kid, Che'er, still has something to hide from the widow?"

Yingzheng's eyes lit up, and now he somewhat believed that Zhao Che might really have made all the plans for rebellion.

"Your Majesty, I have an idea."

"Say."

"Your Majesty, I think you can stop revealing Young Master Che's identity for the time being. Let's follow his lead and see what kind of surprises he can bring to Daqin."

"good!"

Meng Yi's thoughts coincided with Ying Zheng's.

Judging by Zhao Che's current appearance, he is determined to rebel.

But he didn't know the true identities of himself and Meng Yi, so he did not hesitate to show his various hole cards to persuade them.

That being the case, they simply decided to use their tricks to inquire about Zhao Che's details.

At the stall where the two were talking, Zhao Che had already walked in with two plates.

"Father, Uncle Meng, sit down, what are you doing standing here?"

Zhao Che casually put the dishes on the table and greeted the two of them.

"Sit? There's no place to sit down here, do you want us to sit on the ground?"

When Ying Zheng first came in, he discovered that there was only one very tall table in the hall, and there were many smaller tables with backrests beside the table.

Hearing this, Zhao Che realized that there was no concept of tables and chairs in the Qin Dynasty.

Yingzheng and the others used the kind of chairs that were similar to beds, and they usually kneeled on them, and the table case was also very low, so as to ensure that the height was just right when kneeling.

As a modern person, Zhao Che is naturally not used to such a sitting posture.

Moreover, if you sit on your knees for a long time, your legs will bear the pressure of your whole body, which will slow down your blood circulation, which is not good for your body.

Therefore, Zhao Che found some wood himself, and built a set of Eight Immortals tables and chairs according to the style of later generations.

"Father, this is my newly invented table and chair, which is more comfortable than sitting down."

Zhao Che pointed at the set of Eight Immortals table and chairs, then took advantage of the opportunity to pull the chairs and sat down, showing Ying Zheng and Meng Yi a demonstration.

"So this thing is sitting down? So high?"

Ying Zheng was a little surprised, he thought it was a relatively small table.

After imitating Zhao Che's way of sitting down, Ying Zheng quickly felt the advantages of the chair.

In the past, when court meetings or banquets were held in the court, they always had to sit in a kneeling position, and they would sit for several hours.

Even if they have long been accustomed to this sitting posture, after a long time, it is inevitable that their backs will be sore and their legs will hurt.

But sitting on the chair, their legs can be freely released, and they can also lean on the back of the chair, feeling a lot more relaxed.

"Not bad, this chair is much more comfortable than sitting down."

Ying Zheng was full of praise for the chair under his seat, but Zhao Che made a lot of strange things.

"Sir, where do I sit?"

Meng Yi looked at it for a long time, and found that there was only such a set of tables and chairs in the living room, and there was no place for him to sit at all.

People in the Qin Dynasty still used to have dinner together at one table per person.

What's more, Ying Zheng has a noble status, even if Meng Yi is a minister, he is not qualified to sit at the same table with him.

"Just sit here, we are all our own people, why are you so pessimistic?"

Before Ying Zheng could speak, Zhao Che opened a chair nonchalantly and said.

"Sit down, Lao Meng, we are all our own people."

Seeing that Ying Zheng also nodded, Meng Yi dared to sit in the striker's seat.

"Come on, how about the taste of these dishes I made by myself?"

After taking their seats one by one, Zhao Che pointed to the dishes on the table and said something.

"Is this... the dish cooked by the young master himself?"

"What kind of dishes are these? Why have I never seen them?"

Ying Zheng and Meng Yi looked at each other, but for a long time they couldn't figure out what kind of food was on the table.

Although I can probably see some vegetables and meat, I don't know how it is made.

"But it smells delicious, so it should be delicious."

Meng Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, those dishes were delicious, even though he hadn't tasted them yet, he could tell from the smell that they should be good.

Ying Zheng is not much better than Meng Yi, even though he is the Great Qin Emperor, but limited by the simplicity of the current cooking methods, he doesn't even have the concept of cooking.

The way people in the Qin Dynasty cook is mainly based on the way of cooking.

That is to say, throw the food into the tripod, cook it in boiling water, and finally take it out and sprinkle some coarse salt on it to eat.

Coarse salt is not affordable by ordinary people. The Guishou people at the bottom basically eat boiled food, so it is conceivable that there is no taste at all.

Zhao Che didn't want to treat his food badly, so he used the rapeseed rewards for signing in to make oil early on, then made an iron pot, and purified refined salt, and then he made stir-fry dishes.

"This meat is crystal clear, I don't know what kind of meat it is?"

Ying Zheng looked at the plate of twice-cooked pork exuding a salty aroma in front of him, and curiously stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece, ready to taste it.

"This dish is called twice-cooked pork, and it's made with pork."

Zhao Che casually explained something to Ying Zheng.