Gold medal cosplayer in fast time travel

After several tosses, it was already noon.Although Qiao Mu had already made preparations, some preparations could only be made after he came to the Prime Minister's Mansion.It's only one morning, and he can't cover everything.Therefore, the taste and quantity of the food delivered have not been adjusted, and they are generally the same as when Qi Chu was there.

So Qiao Mu fell silent.

What the hell are these in front of you?One dish, one soup, without meat?Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, potato chip soup?It's cold in ordinary people's homes.

The cook in the Prime Minister's Mansion is really talented.After the green vegetables are stir-fried, they still look green and attractive.That bowl of potato chip soup, although the ingredients are simple, looks interesting.Thin potato slices of uniform size float on top of the soup, with occasional scallions as embellishments, making the color less monotonous.From the smell point of view is also full marks.In the thick atmosphere of human fireworks, the feeling of the ingredients themselves is not covered up, but well harmonized.If you want to describe it, it seems that the secular world of the lower Liba people and the nature of Yangchun Baixue are fused together.

However, no matter how good the chef's craftsmanship is, it can't hide this miserable fact!

One dish, one soup, all vegetarian.Not to mention two big men, a man in his prime is not enough.

Qiao Mu originally thought that he would have the prime minister's mansion's food for the first time, and let their cook cook another big meal tonight.Looking at it now, hehe, I'm afraid this first meal will be over.

"Mumu?"

While Qiao Mu was silent, Yong Si had already moved his chopsticks.The posture of Yongsi's chopsticks is different from that of ordinary people. He put two chopsticks together.Rather than saying that he uses chopsticks to pick up vegetables and rice, it is better to say that he uses sticks to pick up vegetables.Maybe it's because he has practiced to the highest level, and it's obviously a weird and laborious method, but he does it with ease, and the attack is sure to hit, and the food is delivered to his mouth steadily.Such a posture, apart from being steady, is nothing like that person.Qi Chu was clearly the most well-behaved posture with chopsticks, but in the end, his demeanor was better than anyone else's.Really, every move seems to be in the painting.

"Mumu?" He tilted his head and called vaguely while eating.

When he came back to his senses, seeing Yong Si's eating, Qiao Mu couldn't help laughing this time.

In the past, whenever he saw Yong Si eating, Qiao Mu thought it was very funny and cute.Seeing him devouring his meal, it seemed that there was a rare delicacy in heaven and earth in front of him.Looking at it like this, I also have an appetite.But this time, Qiao Mu couldn't help laughing.Such a simple meal, Yongsi eats so happily?Qiao Mu couldn't help feeling sad, Yong Si had suffered a lot.

At the same time, another question quietly appeared: Is that person also as beautiful as Jiyue when faced with such a simple situation?

"Yongsi, let's go out to eat." Qiao Mu took Yongsi's hand.

"Okay." Unsurprisingly, a sweet smile was attached.Then Yongsi couldn't help muttering again, "Mumu, the food here is too bland, without any flavor."

Suddenly, Qiao Mu picked up a chopstick and tasted it - full of astonishment.What Yong Si said was right, there was no smell at all, not even salt.

But why?

Who would believe such words?He is the Prime Minister of a country.

A strange pleasure appeared in Qiao Mu's heart. He didn't care what the reason was, but the fact is that a Qingming life is tasteless and tasteless.The people in this land love delicious food, and their love for food has reached a kind of paranoia.But tell him now that Qingming food is tasteless?

"Mumu, let's not eat here in the future, okay? The food here has always been tasteless." Yong Si blinked and acted like a baby to Qiao Mu.

"Okay. We will eat whatever Yong Si wants to eat." Qiao Mu replied Yong Si with a smile.

at the market

"Mumu, why are there so many people there?" Yongsi, who was full of food and drink, tugged on Qiao Mu's sleeve and pointed forward with great interest.Qiao Mu raised his eyes and looked over, it was Songyan Tea House, not anywhere else.

When going out, Qiao Mu made a simple disguise for Yong Si.That handsome face looked ordinary at this moment.The shape of the face can be changed, but the eyes cannot be changed.Those eyes were the most beautiful eyes Qiao Mu had ever seen.If Yongsi hadn't acted, it would be easy to tell him apart from Qingming.Yongsi's eyes can talk, even better than the storyteller in Songyan Teahouse.In Qingming's eyes, hehe, it was shrouded in mist.

At this moment, although Yong Si was asking Qiao Mu why there were so many people there.But how could Qiao Mu, who is so familiar with Yongsi, not understand, Yongsi is saying, let's go and have a look, just take a look~

Qiao Mu himself didn't want to go, of course he knew why Songyan Tea House was so crowded at this time.When he looked directly into Yongsi's eyes, he seemed to see the stars shining brightly, and he couldn't refuse Yongsi's request.

"Eh? Young Master, you're here!" Xiao Er, who was greeting people, saw Qiao Mu walking in, and asked casually, "Yesterday, another Young Master sat here early in the morning and has been waiting for you. The last time you two Have you met?"

Qiao Mu's smile remained unchanged, and he said slowly, "I see."

Xiao Er didn't care if they met or not, "Is it still the same as before?"

Qiao Mu nodded.As if suddenly, he saw himself ordering beef sake after the unsatisfactory person ordered peanut tea.

"Okay, a plate of beef, a cup of sake, a stack of peanuts, and a pot of tea!" Xiao Er's energetic voice gradually faded away.As the sound faded away, Qiao Mu also returned to normal.

These items were prepared long ago and brought up quickly.The wine was really mellow, Yong Si sniffed a little bit, like a puppy, sniffing hard.His nose was almost touching the jug, but Yongsi didn't pour the wine.Yong Si listened to Qiao Mu very much, he would act like a baby, but he was always very good.Even if he wants to do things without Qiao Mu's permission, he will endure them.Even if it's just a jug of wine.In contrast, Qiao Mu never refused Yongsi's request.How could he refuse such Yongsi?

He obviously didn't speak, but every movement of Yong Si showed his master's mood.

"This wine is very strong. If you drink too much, your head will hurt. Yongsi can only drink a little." Qiao Mu couldn't help rubbing Yongsi's head.

"Yongsi knows! Yongsi only drinks a little."

The wine was poured into the glass, very clear.He memorized Qiao Mu's words, and his head would hurt if there were too many.Yongsi is most afraid of pain.So he sticks out his pink tongue and carefully licks a little.With just a little bit, the taste of the wine will immediately spread to every corner of the mouth.

delicious!Yongsi narrowed his eyes, no longer licking, but slowly sipping.As a result, the wine was also stained on the pink lips, shining brightly.The wine has a mellow aroma and an attractive color.

Qiao Mu's throat tightened, and he quickly drank a few more glasses.

This is just after lunch, the people who are full of food and drink will come to this Songyan teahouse to sit for a while and listen to the story.They, what they like to hear most is the story of 'Concubine Chu'.

Where there is a demand, there is a market, and storytellers have a lot of stories in their stomachs.Maybe at the beginning, there was still a little bit of reliability.But later on, the storyteller became a novelist, scratching the itch of the audience.

Today, according to the tacit convention, it is time to tell the story of "Concubine Chu".

Yongsi listened carefully while eating.On the other hand, Qiao Mu was obviously absent-minded.He already knew that this Songyan tea shop was actually Qingming's own property.Brothels and teahouses have always been a good place to collect intelligence and observe statistics.Then, as the owner behind the teahouse, how could Qingming not know what story is being told here?

When thinking about meeting him on the first day, Qiao Mu thought he didn't know who the fifth beauty of the Song Dynasty was, which was even more amusing.

Oh, such a person.They were all scolded by people pointing their noses in front of their faces, and they were still so calm.Who will see the wind and clouds?Wearing that hypocritical skin, do you really not regard yourself as yourself?Or did he really think that if he changed his name to Qingming, everything would be peaceful?Also, it must be such a person to be able to do such a thing.Qiao Mu cast his heavy eyes on the storyteller.

There is nothing new recently, so I just talk about old things.Even if you already know the general old things, as long as they pass through the mouth of the storyteller, it will be different.Today, the storyteller is talking about repairing the Great Wall.

Ten years ago, Qi Chu became the prime minister of Song.Among the several major events after he took office, one was to repair the Great Wall.The Great Wall has a history of [-] years. After wind and rain, some parts of the Great Wall have been dilapidated.Moreover, the Great Wall left over from that year is no longer enough to defend the current territory, so it needs to be expanded.The young Qi Chu took over the position of prime minister and immediately proposed to repair the Great Wall.

However, repairing the Great Wall is so simple

How many people's blood and tears were used to build the Great Wall?Since it was built till now, how many criticisms has that emperor received?Now, Qi Chu actually proposes to repair the Great Wall?How many exorbitant taxes will be added?How many people will there be? Wives and children separated, families destroyed?

Naturally, not only the court, but also the people are also opposed.In the end, Wanmin wrote a petition.The matter has thus been shelved.

Such a case can not only highlight the cruelty of the idiots, but also show their bravery and wisdom.Even after ten years, it still makes people talk about it.Especially the artistically processed script now makes them even more excited.

Just as the storyteller photographed the gavel and the surroundings were silent, someone suddenly laughed out loud.

What is he laughing at?No one knows why.

"I'm not worth it for him." That man was also handsome, with profound features.

"Who are you?" The storyteller frowned, impatient with this special situation of not giving money.