Datang's strongest super god army

Chapter 1330 Ask the army to give a name

Chapter 1330 Ask the army to give a name

"My lord!" Shen Yongda shouted in embarrassment, and said again: "This subordinate is not an old lady!"

Seeing Shen Yongda like this, Chen Qiao finally laughed out loud, "Okay, okay, you're not an old lady, so you can finally feel relieved now, right?"

Shen Yongda nodded reluctantly, "It's ok."

Chen Qiao hooked the corner of his mouth, and then brought another jar of wine, "Stop talking about that, come!"

Shen Yongda has always been a drinker, but he rarely had the opportunity to drink with Chen Qiao before, now that he has such an opportunity, he will never let it go easily.

"You can only rest when you're drunk!"

Under the reflection of the bonfire, Chen Qiao and Shen Yongda smiled at each other, and the two wine jars touched each other boldly, making a clear and clear sound.

After drinking for almost a whole night and knocking down more than a dozen people, Chen Qiao finally fell asleep because of drunkenness.

The next day, Chen Qiao, who had some headaches due to hangover, slept until noon before finally getting up rubbing his brows.

Walking out of his tent, Chen Qiao stretched his waist and looked around, vaguely hearing the sound of soldiers training in the distance.

In the direction of the food tent, smoke has also risen.

After yawning, Chen Qiao raised his feet and walked towards the food tent.

Since Li Zhi gave Chen Qiao four more royal chefs, Chef Wang, who was in charge of cooking, has been promoted. He only needs to take care of the food camp on weekdays, and he basically doesn't have to worry about the rest.

"The general is here."

Originally sitting on the sidelines watching the movement on the stove, when he turned his head and saw Chen Qiao walking in, Chef Wang quickly got up and greeted him with a smile.

Chen Qiao nodded, motioned for Chef Wang to sit down again, and then asked, "What are you having for lunch today?"

Chef Wang tilted his head towards the stove, and said, "It's still the same as a few days ago, the little old man is thinking that when Wang Lang comes, let's have a good meal."

"Alright." Chen Qiao also glanced at the stove.

"Why is the general free to come to our food camp today?" Chef Wang patted his round belly and asked.

Chen Qiao smiled, "Didn't I just get up? I wanted to see if there is anything to eat here, but since lunch is about to be ready, there is no need to eat anything else."

"I'm afraid this lunch will take a while. If the general is hungry, how about the little old man making something for the general to fill his stomach?" Chef Wang said.

Chen Qiao thought for a while, and was about to refuse, but his stomach growled uncontrollably.

Chef Wang raised his eyebrows and glanced at Chen Qiao's stomach, then he smiled again, "Wait a minute, General, the little old man will be ready soon."

Hearing this, Chen Qiao didn't say anything more, turned around and sat down, and saw that Chef Wang had already started frying and cooking.

Sure enough, after a while, Chef Wang walked up to Chen Qiao with two side dishes.

"We're going to have lunch later, the general will eat some of these cushions first, and then the little old man will bring a bowl of porridge to the general. It just so happens that there is still some porridge left in the morning."

"It's troublesome."

Looking at the two appetizing side dishes in front of him, Chen Qiao said to Chef Wang with a smile on his face.

While serving porridge to Chen Qiao, Chef Wang said, "The general is serious, this is what a little old man should do."

After bringing the porridge to Chen Qiao, Chef Wang originally planned to step aside, but Chen Qiao called him to sit beside him.

"I heard you have a grandson?" Chen Qiao asked after taking a sip of porridge.

When mentioning his grandson, Chef Wang laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, he nodded cheerfully, and said, "That's right, that's right, my little old man has sentenced this big fat grandson for many years, it's because of my disobedience. My son doesn't want to get married, I'm so anxious that the little old man has sores on his head."

"Is it possible now?" Chen Qiao asked with a smile.

Chef Wang patted his stomach in satisfaction, "Naturally, my wish has come true. The little old man's fat grandson weighed seven catties and six taels when he was born! What a good boy!"

"Have you chosen a name?" Chen Qiao asked again.

Hearing Chen Qiao ask about this, Chef Wang suddenly slapped his head, remembering something that he had already forgotten.

"Hey, before leaving Beijing, the little old man's son said he wanted to ask the general to give him a name, but he told the little old man to forget it!" Chef Wang beat his chest and said, "It's been so long now, Still not sure how my unfilial son will arrange me at home!"

Unexpectedly, Chef Wang wanted to give himself a name for his grandson. After breakfast, Chen Qiao began to think seriously.

"Then do I still need to come up with this name now?" Chen Qiao asked again.

Chef Wang quickly said: "Of course I want it, I want it naturally!"

Chen Qiao smiled and nodded, frowned and pondered for a while, then thought of a good name, "How about Wang Zhuoyang?"

"Zhuo Yang? Dare to ask the general which two words?" Chef Wang asked cautiously.

"Excellent Zhuo, the sun of Chaoyang." Chen Qiao said.

Chef Wang nodded, and after chanting for a while, he clapped his hands again and was overjoyed, "Good name! Good name! As expected of a general! This name is much better than those messy names that our family came up with! My little old man! Then send a letter to that unfilial son!"

"These towns are already empty, how do you send the letter back?" Chen Qiao raised his eyebrows and asked.

Chef Wang waved his hand indifferently, and said, "Before the little old man left Beijing, that unfilial son specially bought a carrier pigeon for the little old man in order to get his name as soon as possible."

I didn't expect Chef Wang's son to prepare so well, so he didn't say anything, just smiled and watched Chef Wang leave the tent happily.

When it was time to eat at noon, the news that Chen Qiao named Chef Wang's grandson had already spread throughout the Black Dragon Army camp. For a while, many soldiers were ready to move, regardless of whether they had children or grandchildren, they all wanted to Let Chen Qiao choose a name first.

"What's wrong with all this good stuff?" Chen Qiao smiled wryly as he looked at the Black Dragon Army soldiers who kept looking at him expectantly and anxiously, and asked Yang Xujing who was sitting next to him in a daze.

But before Yang Xujing could answer, Shen Yongda, who was sitting across from Chen Qiao, was already very aggrieved and said, "Why didn't my lord help me think of a name for my subordinate? My lord, you know Brother Huan's name, this subordinate has thought about it for three times." It took Tian Sanye to finally figure it out, and the heads of the subordinates almost exploded."

Hearing Shen Yongda's words, Xin Zhicheng also empathized and nodded vigorously.

Chen Qiao smiled helplessly, and said, "Then you didn't tell me. If you want to tell me, can I help you?"

After all, it wasn't that Chen Qiao didn't want to help them name them, but that they never asked Chen Qiao at all, and they didn't expect Chef Wang to just mention that, and Chen Qiao agreed.

Of course, for Chef Wang, who was given a name by Chen Qiao, everyone was even more angry, but Chef Wang held their three meals a day, so they could only dare not speak out, otherwise Really annoyed Chef Wang, I'm afraid their daily food will become hard to swallow.

"Okay, okay," Chen Qiao said helplessly, looking at the resentful people in front of him, "In the future, if you have children or grandchildren, you can come to me for names, okay?"

Hearing Chen Qiao's words, hearty smiles finally appeared on the faces of everyone, and some people even began to think about whether they were going to have more children in order to let Chen Qiao name their children.

(End of this chapter)