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Chu Shize, who had just returned from the camp, ran up to Li Xiaoji with crooked eyebrows, looked around, and handed him a small cloth bag.

"What is this?" Li Xiaoji took the small cloth bag and did not open it in a hurry. He looked at Chu Shize with confusion. What new thing has he come up with?

Chu Shize usually liked to tinker with small devices, so Li Xiaoji subconsciously thought that they contained sophisticated hidden weapons.

"My mother made rice cakes for me. I wanted to share the taste with you, so I left some for you." Chu Shize said, touching his head in embarrassment.

There was only one widow in Chu Shize's family. The mother and son depended on each other and lived in poverty. However, when Chu Shize unexpectedly showed his natural talent when he was six years old, he was supported by the whole village.

With the help of the whole village, Chu Shize started to practice martial arts with a stumble. After he was able to enter the camp on the outskirts of Beijing, he became the pride of people from all over the country.

In order to allow him to work hard in the military camp and serve the country with peace of mind, people in the village took turns helping his family with farm work to reduce the burden on his mother.

The mother and son kept the kindness in their hearts deeply and waited for the day when they would be successful and famous to repay them one by one.

Chu Shize can't promise anything yet. After all, he has no battlefield experience. Climbing to a high position and making light promises is both frivolous and easy to cause trouble.

His mother would cook some food from time to time to give back to the villagers. The courtesy was light but the affection was heavy, which was more or less meaning.

The rice cakes this time were also made from the rice that his mother had finally squeezed out. Some were left for Chu Shize, and the rest were given to the villagers who were helping in the fields.

Chu Shize knew that people like Li Xiaoji were never short of good things, but they always paid attention to courtesy when interacting with others, as long as their intentions were in place.

People who agree with you will not care about the price of a gift you send, especially if they know your situation.

People who are not on the same path are often good at calculations. They are afraid that they will suffer losses, so there is no need to interact with each other.

On weekdays, Li Xiaoji would always share whatever delicious and fun food he had with the people around him. Because he and Chu Shize had a similar temperament, they would always leave a portion for each other as soon as possible.

It was Chu Shize's turn, so of course it was the same, not to mention that he regarded Li Xiaoji as a younger brother in his heart.

Hearing that it was made by Chu Shize's mother, Li Xiaoji instantly felt honored. She stared at the small cloth bag with bright eyes, picked it up and took a deep sniff.

After a long while, he said sincerely: "Then thank Brother Shize for cutting me off. This smells delicious and will definitely taste even better."

Chu Shize looked at Li Xiaoji's expectant look and said funnyly: "Then try one first. The longer you keep this one, the worse the taste will be."

Li Xiaoji stopped being polite, opened the small cloth bag, picked up a dark yellow rice cake and ate it.

Although it is not as delicate and delicate as the desserts in the palace, and the texture is slightly rough at the moment of entry, it is better than being made by my mother, and it has a friendly taste.

A person whose mother loves him, even his breath will be sweet, making people enviable and yearned for, but he cannot force it, after all, there are some things that cannot be persisted in.

Chu Shize, who was still a little worried that Li Xiaoji was not used to eating, was slightly relieved. Seeing that he likes to eat, that's right. If nothing else, the food made by his mother always tastes good.

When the atmosphere was just right, Wang Qin appeared out of nowhere. He coughed lightly, attracted attention, and said, "What are you two doing here?"

"Eat something!" Chu Shize replied, and Li Xiaoji glanced at Chu Shize. After receiving permission, he motioned to Wang Qin to have a bite too.

Wang Qin swallowed it in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "It doesn't taste very good. Hey, if you two eat this, you might as well go to my place to eat meatloaf. My sister-in-law just sent someone to bring it to me, and it's still hot!"

"..." Chu Shize twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "The way you eat it, you can't taste anything. What kind of meat pie is it? It's not the rabbit meat that makes my body itchy after eating it, right?"

"Don't worry, it's the best pork this time." Wang Qin smiled apologetically, remembering the last time Chu Shize had a rash all over his body after eating the rabbit meat pie made by his sister-in-law.

Hearing that it was pork, Li Xiaoji and Chu Shize looked at each other and followed Wang Qin happily. It was rare that they had a rest today, so they should relax when they should.

Lu Yingyang returned to the palace. Maybe there was something going on in Ju State. Qin Shi's sister had given birth and he had to take a look. Yan Minchen went back to his hometown and said that his grandmother was dying and the camp had approved a leave.

Only Li Xiaoji and Wang Qin Chu Shize were together. The three of them were of different heights, fat and thin, and they formed a team, but they didn't look lonely at all.

Seeing the way Li Xiaoji and Chu Shize were following Wang Qin, others could tell at a glance that they were going to eat delicious food again. The in-laws of the Wang family and the ancestors of the Yang family had served as imperial chefs.

And there is no saying in the Yang family that it is passed down from male to female. Men and women are the same. However, if a daughter gets married, the skills inherited can only be used by the family and cannot be used to make money.

Therefore, Wang Qin's sister-in-law Wang Yang's famously good craftsmanship was fully used on her own family. She raised the younger generation in the family to be tall and strong, and they are the only scenery in the imperial city when they go out.

Wang Qin, the youngest brother in the family, left home early and practiced in a large camp on the outskirts of Beijing. He endured many hardships before he could gain a foothold.

Mrs. Wang Yang felt sorry for her little brother, so she sent him good things out of the blue, thinking that she would have to feed him until he was not around.

Taking advantage of Wang Qin's influence and the absence of other brothers, Li Xiaoji and Chu Shize were really lucky this time.

"It smells so good!" In the tent where there were only a few people left, the moment Wang Qin took out the meat pie, the aroma filled his nostrils, making Li Xiaoji and Chu Shize's eyes light up.

Looking at the two of them, Wang Qin pushed the meat pie forward in a funny way and said loudly: "Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste as good when it gets cold."

Li Xiaoji and Chu Shize were not polite. They picked up the meat pie and started to bite into it. The moment they entered the meat pie, they squinted their eyes with happiness. They felt that Sister Wang Qin's cooking skills were getting better and better, and she was doing better than before.

The atmosphere here is just right. Surrounded by the aroma of meat cakes, the Meng Palace over there is also harmonious, but the smell permeating the air is slightly ambiguous.

Nan Yi, dressed in pink dance clothes, danced under the tree, stretching her limbs to the rhythm of the musicians, like a nimble fox running playfully through the jungle.

Sometimes she hides her figure, sometimes she appears, revealing a pair of cunning eyes, which startles people, and then disappears quickly, making people itch and want to catch her immediately and see her appearance clearly.

Emperor Meng was sitting on a stone bench, drinking wine while admiring Nan Yi's dancing. His face was fascinated and his eyes were blurred, as if he could only see her.

Looking at the look in Emperor Meng's eyes, Nan Yi felt very proud. It was indeed Xuan Ziqing's fault that Xuan Ziqing didn't choose her. Didn't you see that the ambitious and resourceful Emperor Meng fell under her pomegranate skirt?

Feeling Nan Yi's pride, the system hidden in her mind looked helpless. It had taught this woman many times that those who serve the emperor with sex rarely last long. Beauty may be a weapon, but don't rely too much on it.

If you want to fully grasp the heart of the emperor, you must enrich your content, enrich your wisdom, and gradually become an indispensable talent around the emperor. You must not rush it.

But Nan Yi didn't listen to it at all. She didn't learn even half of the lessons she had learned in Yu State. When she was in Meng State, she still hurriedly threw out the weapon blueprints, thinking that she could control them just by looking at them. everything.

Tired system.