Daqin: Five-year-old grandson of the emperor, put his own father in prison

As the elite among cooks, a few royal chefs can predict with their toes,

This unheard of cooking method will definitely subvert the entire industry in the future!

The reason why Yingmu thinks "iron pot cooking" is very simple is because he has thousands of years of knowledge and experience.

But for people in today's era, this brand-new skill that surpassed the times is almost like a peerless skill.

If another chef invents the wok first, maybe he can start a school and become famous all over the world and go down in history.

and so.

When Ying Mu was going to let the royal chefs learn the brand-new stunt of "stir-frying" without reservation, they were all overwhelmed with emotion.

"Wow, your highness, you are even closer than our own father!"

"Your Highness, if you don't mind, can we secretly recognize you as godfather?"

Several imperial chefs knelt down and kowtowed, while sincerely tortured from their hearts.

Ying Mu was a little confused, and called out in a milky voice: "Hey, don't just kowtow, how can you learn well if you don't stand up and watch?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Several imperial chefs got up now, their eyes were bigger than light bulbs, carefully observing and memorizing the methods and steps of Yingmu's cooking.

They secretly made up their minds that after they mastered this peerless culinary skill, they would go out and start a sect.

And for generations, the little highness is recognized as the patriarch, and they burn incense and worship every morning and evening.

Outside.

Qin Shihuang was shocked, but at the same time felt relieved and slightly heartbroken.

"This brat, when did he learn the art of the emperor's mind, the way of giving grace and winning people's hearts?"

"Could it be that the fairy taught him in a dream?"

"No, that's not right!"

"This brat's attitude is sincere and natural, without the slightest artificiality."

"According to what the widow knows about Mu'er, I'm afraid he hasn't thought about winning people's hearts."

"It's pure laziness. I want to teach my servants to cook so that I don't have to cook in the future."

"I'm so pissed off, that brat doesn't know how to live with exotic goods. Such a wonderful new cooking method is passed on to the servants casually."

From the perspective of a black-bellied politician, Ying Zheng felt a little dissatisfied with Ying Mu's selfless behavior of imparting art.

He even thought of sending someone to silence these royal chefs.

But purely from the perspective of a grandfather, he is very happy and relieved.

It can be seen from this that the little emperor's heart is not bad, he is pure in nature, broad-minded, open and aboveboard, and has both ability and political integrity

It was exactly the same as when the widow was a child.

"It's nice to be young."

Thinking of the old days, Ying Zheng suddenly felt his eyes become moist.

Ying Mu followed the order and quickly finished Kung Pao Chicken, Chili Fried Pork, Garlic Cabbage, Tomato and Egg Soup.

Let's eat!

The little emperor was very happy, and asked his servants to come out with a few dishes. Mo Dan, I haven’t eaten stir-fried vegetables for a long time.

Just as he was walking out the door, he bumped into a bad old man.

Ying Mu looked up, suddenly a little confused.

"Oops...Grandpa Huang, why are you here?"

Magby,

It's not the end of get off work time at the palace yet.

Is your emperor so idle all day long?

"Why, can't Grandpa Huang come over to see you?"

While Ying Zheng was speaking, his eyes were fixed on the dishes behind the little Huangsun.

The dishes cooked in an iron pan are obviously completely different from those cooked in a tripod.

The alluring color and the scent of chlorine were not only for Ying Zheng, but also for many guards and servants who were present, swallowing unconsciously.

Ying Mu almost died of anger.

Look at me?

Bad old man, would you please show some face?

Come to see me sooner or later, so you can come and see me at the time of your meal? !

His grandma, old man, your face is much thicker than the kitchen chopping board.

"Okay, since people have seen it, Grandpa Huang is busy with business, please go back, grandson still has to eat."

The little Huangsun puffed up his cheeks and said unhappily.

"Don't be in a hurry, grandpa heard that you, Mu'er, have been in a bad mood recently and your appetite has been poor. Grandpa was very worried, so he deliberately turned down his official duties and came to eat with you."

After finishing speaking, Ying Zheng waved his hand and shouted:

"Why are you still standing in a daze, put the dishes on the table quickly, and add a pair of bowls and chopsticks for the widow."

After finishing speaking, Ying Zheng couldn't wait to sit down at the dining table without waiting for the little emperor's grandson to take the table.

Lying day.

Can you do this?

The surrounding guards and servants were speechless.

Is this really a high-ranking and powerful emperor Yingzheng?

This is a bit too shameless.

I obviously came here to grab a meal.

But righteously said, "I am worried about my grandson's poor appetite, so come over to accompany me."

Your Majesty, it's no wonder you were able to destroy the six kingdoms and become the number one hegemony in the world.

If you just talk about the degree of shamelessness,

0-ooo begging for flowers........

You are simply rare in the ages and rare in the world.

We can't accept it.

Ying Mu was so angry that he almost wanted to scold his mother, but when he saw that the bad old man had already sat at the dining table, Ying Mu couldn't care less, and immediately rushed over to start.

Can't wait to start eating.

There is no way, according to past experience, if it is a little slower, I am afraid that the soup will be wiped out by this bad old man.

Ying Zheng first poured himself half a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup.

He first observed that the ingredients of this dish seemed ordinary.

It's just a small red melon fruit, and a soup cooked with broken eggs.

Ying Zheng took a sip carefully.

Dig the grass!

His eyes straightened instantly.

"This taste is amazing!"

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"Salty and sour, sour and sweet, the fresh and tender egg flower slips into the mouth, turns into tenderness, and blooms like a flower among the taste buds."

Delicious!

Delicious!

Delicious!

A simple and simple vegetable soup, Ying Zheng drank it all in one gulp, feeling refreshed all over.

Suddenly, he suddenly thought of the dark broth that his own royal chef cooked for him every day.

Dare to claim that according to the secret method handed down from the ancestors, it has been boiled for three days and three nights, and the essence of the world, the sun and the moon has been integrated into it. This taste should only be found in the sky.

paralyzed,

Obviously, even the vegetable soup that my little grandson makes casually is not as good as it.

Even the widows dare to fool, it's true!

When the widows returned after eating, they chopped off the heads of these useless royal chefs!

While Yingmu started, he casually glanced at Grandpa Huang next to him, and was startled.

He saw the bad old man drinking the soup, with intoxicated, refreshed, and murderous expressions appearing on his face one after another.

Worthy!

Old man, you are a snake spirit! ?

And he seems to be very sick.

Drinking tomato and egg soup, can actually drink so many rich expressions.

Convince YOU.

Looking back, I'll see if there is melatonin in the system mall, and I can exchange a few courses of treatment for the old man to replenish.

After Yingzheng finished his soup, he pointed to another dish with his chopsticks and asked curiously:

"Mu'er, why is this dish of yours in pieces? What's the name?"

"Kung Pao Chicken." The little emperor's grandson said in a milky voice.

Ying Zheng was stunned. The name of this dish is really strange. Could it be related to defending the palace?interesting.

corpse.

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Ying Zheng picked up a diced chicken with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Immediately, a slight spicy taste stimulated the taste buds.

He chewed it lightly again, only to find that it was tender and delicious, as if he was eating diced meat, but it didn't look like diced meat.

Chew a few more times, the cheeks and teeth will remain fragrant, and the aftertaste will be endless.

Ying Zheng was suddenly stunned.

"This little diced meat is ten times more delicious than barbecue."

"Why does the world have such a wonderful taste?!"

"I feel like the widow has spent the first half of her life in vain!"

Qin Shihuang was eating, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"Grandfather, why are you crying after dinner?"

Ying Mu didn't know, so he asked.

"Nonsense, why did Grandpa Huang cry?"

Ying Zheng secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a stiff neck.

"It's obviously because you put too much chili in this dish, it chokes your nose."

,,Have it? "

Yingmu took a bite of the diced chicken, "Two Nine Zero" tasted it carefully, and said suspiciously:

"I think it's alright?"