The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

These people eat well, drink well, and take a lot, only fools rebel!

So, he demonstrated it himself and ate hot pot.

Hearing that Mr. Yan Ge was going to go to the battle in person to show the migrant workers how to eat delicious food, the Bailian disciples were laughing and joking, and quickly surrounded them with a sea of ​​people.

Yan Song invited a few people to the table, but these people either thought it was poisonous, or they didn't dare to be the first in the world, and they all said that you come by yourself, we will just watch.

Yan Song shrugged: "If you don't eat it, I will eat it myself! Don't look for me later."

The hot pot is boiling, the red oil and the tumbling peppers reveal an attractive red color.

Yan Song smiled and poured a plate of thinly sliced ​​beef and mutton into it. After a while, the aroma of the meat mixed with the aroma of red chili oil floated in the air.

The Bailian disciples who were watching around were stunned when they smelled the fragrance.

"smell good!"

"What kind of aroma is this? Why haven't I smelled it before?"

"It seems really delicious. I can't stand it! I'm so hungry!"

"This strange chili is really so delicious? Saliva!"

The White Lotus Sect members all salivated.

Yan Song smiled and put a piece of red oily beef into his mouth, enjoying the food on the tip of his tongue. Although it was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue, he tasted the long-lost taste again, which moved Yan Song to the point of tears.

"5555, I haven't eaten hot pot for several years. I've had enough of Daming's food, it's so refreshing!"

Yan Song was delighted, and the onlookers of the White Lotus Sect couldn't bear it anymore.

"Old Yange, we want to eat too!"

"that is!"

Yan Song rolled his eyes: "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned to death? Why do you want to eat again?"

These officials and Bailian believers are all thick-skinned.

"Oh, what did I just say?"

"I didn't say anything just now."

"Eat, eat, eat~~"

Li Madou, Nima De, Lu Quan, Gai Nie, Nie Yinniang and other acquaintances all sat down with shy faces and giggling, and Yan Songhong couldn't even leave.

A few people ate together, and it was delicious.

In the end, even the stern-faced Hai Rui couldn't help but sit down and eat and drink.

Hai Rui gave Yan Song a big thumbs-up while being teared up, and said to Yan Song with his tongue out, "Yan Song, although I usually disagree with you, but I feel like a confidant after eating your hot pot." Feeling. You and I can be called wine and meat friends."

Yan Song rolled his eyes wildly: "Go! Who wants to make friends with you!"

This is the story of Yan Song's invention of hot pot.

In the next few hundred years, Tianjin became the birthplace of hot pot and became the business card of Tianjin.Wherever Tianjin people go, they proudly declare: "The greatest contribution of Mr. Yan Ge to Tianjin is not the construction of Tianjin Port, but the invention of hot pot."

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Right now, Yan Song was speechless watching Michelangelo's bereaved friend Descartes, and brought him into the world of heavy-tasting hot pot as soon as he came up. He was sweating profusely, eating spicy hot pot shirtless, and drinking sour plum soup.

Poor generation of aesthetic masters, Michelangelo, who is a kitsch man, has changed from being full of aesthetic theories such as the golden section line and the boundary line between light and dark, to a shirtless uncle on the roadside who picks his feet.It’s true that eating hot pot can ruin your life, and aesthetics is a passerby from now on.

Yan Song walked to the table and coughed: "Don't bother eating! Speaking of Michelangelo, you haven't given me your design yet."

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Michelangelo ate Hesse with his head covered, how could he hear Yan Song's words when he was drunk?

Yan Song was furious. In a few days, he would compete with Wang Jiaping and the princelings.

He said coldly: "I didn't take out the design drawing, what kind of hot pot are you eating? You are not allowed to eat it in the future!"

Poor Michelangelo, with a piece of fat mutton stuffed in his mouth, was stunned, his eyes full of innocence, it was even more tragic than knowing that he was going to be burned.

"No!" Michelangelo let out a mournful howl, regardless of the fact that the hot pot was very hot, he protected the hot pot in front of his eyes, and said tearfully, "Prime Minister Yan Song! You can't be so cruel! I can't live without a hot pot! "

Yan Song was speechless for a while: "This is the first time you eat this food?"

Michelangelo said confidently: "Do you understand love at first sight? What we estheticians want is love at first sight! I have already decided that from tomorrow, no, from today, I will only eat hot pot for breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper!" It must also be of this taste."

Yan Song rolled his eyes for a while.

Even breakfast and supper are hot pot?

alright, you win.

"If you don't give me the design, don't even want to eat hot pot!" Yan Song smiled devilishly: "What's more, in this cafeteria, there are many things that are more delicious than hot pot!"

He pointed to the distance.

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Chapter 516 The ultimate delicacy-fried dough sticks! 【5】

Michelangelo looked up...

can not?