Fan Qiang started to repair the military tent again. The hailstorm that night the emperor seized the commander, and the tent was even more broken. Now, not to mention the daytime, there were clear jade pillars in the tent at night. When you opened your eyes, you could look at Sister Chang'e in the moon. It was so embarrassing. Which king in the world is as hard as the emperor? In this way, those historians were still staring at the emperor and wanted to be a minister all day long. When Fan Qiang thought about it, he was angry and wanted to throw these guys into Jingshui to feed the king~8.

This level of rags tests Fan Qiang's skills, so he practices very slowly. Sometimes he stops and thinks about how to splice it to be more perfect? ​​To achieve a feeling that it seems that it has not been cultivated, and old things are like new? Fan Qiang has always had high standards and strict requirements for needlework, which means he wants to part with Jing Jian. That boy is said to be improving his needlework and thread level, and he wants to become the best man in the Qin Dynasty. When he thinks about it, he is despised. Just you?

After wiping his beard, Fan Qiang snorted coldly, his indescribable femininity was inexpressible, and his eyes flashed when he lay on the military tent. He accidentally saw Bai Dong's new military tent that originally belonged to the emperor. He was even more angry and glanced at the injured boss of the official camp who seemed to be changing to a chef.

Under the scorching sun that gradually became hot, a strange cookware was opened. It looked a bit like a kettle, but the bottom was flat, and the mouth of the kettle was much larger than that of an ordinary copper pottery. The lard boiled in the pot was boiling, making a strong aroma and sizzling sound.

Next to the cauldron is a new wooden tool that craftsmen in the camp rushed to work. It is much higher than the common table. It almost reaches the waist of an adult. There is flour spread out on it and a ball of kneaded noodles is piled up. The boy Bai Dong is cutting a piece of noodles with a vegetable dagger, kneading it into a small ball in his hand, putting it on the table and pressing it all over, pulling it into a long shape, and putting it together in pairs...

"What does this guy say about fried darlings? It's just such a gadget?"

Thinking of the "urgent bite" that once brought him a wonderful taste, Fan Qiang slipped down from the top of the tent and walked to the cauldron to watch. The lard was very fragrant, which made the Jun Shang and the civil and military officials standing beside him swallow their saliva, staring at the cauldron without blinking. He was also very curious and wanted to see how ghosts should blow it. This kid shouldn't be talking big, right?

"How many years have you not eaten fried dough sticks fried with lard?"

It was not disgusting, which made Bai Dong feel like a miracle. I remember that I had this kind of fried pasta when I was a child. My grandmother also taught me how to identify it. The noodles fried from meat are rarely seen with bubbles on it. It is fried in vegetarian oil and can be preserved for a long time. If you want to be healthy, you have to eat vegetarian oil and fried... But Bai Dong was greedy when he was a child, and he felt that the meat fried pasta was more fragrant and he could eat it smoothly. After adulthood, he understood what a healthy life means, so he said goodbye to this hobby. I didn't expect that he would make it once today to poison the emperor and ministers of the Qin Dynasty...

I had a good time to drink the celebration wine. When I woke up, all the birds and beasts disappeared. I ran to Yinglian and wanted to take a leave, but Yinglian caught him in front of me and asked him what new things he had to eat.

The war has stopped, and the messenger sent to the Wei State to negotiate also sent back good news. The merciful King of Wei Hui said that everything could be sat down and talked slowly. Ying Lian, who was getting stronger and stronger, breathed a sigh of relief and his appetite grew. Now there is no traditional food in the Qin State that he can like him. He has eaten it every day and is not chewed hard, but he can't eat good things every day, let alone this is a copycat product? Ying Lian felt that if he had put lettuce every day, he would sooner or later become a rabbit, so he put his hope on Bai Dong and wanted to take leave and go home. Don't think about it, I have arranged surprises for you, and it won't be over until you touched you so much that you can't spray your tears. You don't have to worry about the Sishu Camp for the time being. How can a high-prime person mix with the injured soldiers all day long? You are responsible for your diet. If new delicacies appear, I will have a great reward!

If you want to blame, you blame yourself for being humble. Old Man Ying grabbed his hand intimately and asked for advice. Bai Dong, who had been living in the workplace for half his life in the later generations, blurted out - 'The bean juice should have been eaten with the fried darling'. He thought it was inappropriate, and he was about to say that the thing was too oily, and he was afraid that it would be criticized by the historian. Old Man Ying, who had been lit by his eyes, pressed his shoulders and comforted him affectionately. He found some ointment when he broke the Shaoliang. If he put it down, it would be broken in vain. You can use it, the historian would not say much.

What else Bai Dong can say is not entirely because of the old man who won. Since he had soy sauce, he always wanted to make a fried dough stick in his dream, so he blurted out just now. Isn’t it because he was greedy? Speaking of which, it seems that it is good to fry this thing with meat, and eating it while it is hot can satisfy your cravings more than vegetarian oil.

The two fingers were in one place, and they were stretched and thrown into the cauldron. It ripped and swelled, and it was swelling. The long bamboo chopsticks turned over a few times. It looked golden and golden in the sun. Even the king and ministers were stunned. The dough blocks that were obviously long were thrown down, and they rose to more than half a foot in a blink of an eye. What method was this? I couldn't wait. Old man Ying picked up the fried dough sticks and shook them a few times. Look at Wen Liang. He was so fierce that he could see the lard overflowing from his mouth. He couldn't help but feel the same expectation, and he planned to take the turn of several people to make his turn.

"Okay, okay, Bai Keqing, the fried ghost and bean juice are indeed delicious in the world. This is also what you get in your dreams, taught by Mr. Guigu?"

I really want to say that Guiguzi had never eaten this thing, but he could only salute and nod. The ministers were immediately moved. Mr. Guigu told him personally, and he had to try it. He quickly lined up. Seeing the historian standing in the queue who had been asking for his own faults all day, Ying Lian felt relieved. This time he summoned the ministers to eat fried ghosts together to show that he was not the only one to avoid these historians' whining. This self-proclaimed iron-minded guy was indeed attracted by the food. It's so good. It turns out that you also like to eat, not the one who has no desires.

The king and his ministers were very ugly when they were eating fried dough together. They always reminded Bai Dong of the food stall in Dashalaner. Who was Yinglian? He was the first founder of Qin's real prosperity. Could it be that he was so greedy? Suddenly, he saw Yinglian standing in the wind with a smile on his face, holding a big old bowl full of soy sauce in one hand and a fried dough stick in the other hand, which smelled like the Buddha holding a flower and a smile on his face. What was this old man planning?

A sudden movement in his heart seemed to understand that the heroic young master Lian, who was so heroic, led the old Qin people to work hard today, how could the heroic monarch who seized the commander in front of the army be so lazy? The fried ghost is just a means of borrowing Ying Lian to convey some information. Perhaps at this moment, the old man had already thought about the arrangement behind him. The future will be the legitimate son Ying Quliang or the eldest son Ying Qian. He should have already had his mind.

Waving his hand to signal the ministers to retreat, Ying Lian pulled Bai Dong to squat in the shade that was not shining in the sun, put half of the leftover fried dough sticks in his palm, and suddenly said, "This thing is not very delicious... Bai Keqing, can you understand what I am talking about?"

"Your Majesty, let's go into the tent. You are sitting behind the desk and your ministers bow to the teachings. This is the principle of being a minister."

Bai Dong was really guilty. The dignified Qin monarch pulled him into the shade, talking like an old friend. He felt cold in his heart when he thought about it. For a doctor who had just entered the high aristocratic class, this was too strange in any case. It was not a pillar of the country but was favored by the king so lucky. This was not a good thing to celebrate. Bai Dong, who had no ambitions, just wanted to escape now.

"Hahaha, squatting at the door and talking about family and country is the habit of my old Qin people; in those years when I wandered in Wei, I often did this, with Fan Qiang and Li Di around me..."

Ying Lian smiled and pointed at Fan Qiang, who went to repair the tent, "Why can't it work now? Bai Keqing, I'm old and want to squat in front of the tent and chat with you casually. Isn't that okay?"

It's completely finished. The old man wants to have a heart-to-heart talk. He is not afraid of having a heart-to-heart talk with a nobleman, a civilian slave, or even a deadly killer like Li Di. Bai Dong is just afraid of having a heart-to-heart talk with a king of a country. People are afraid of having a deep conversation... If you know too much, you have to take responsibility. Starting from the frying ghost, the old man may have planned it? Obviously, he doesn't believe in the response of his title on the day he has won the title, and he has to dig deeper!

"Your Majesty, my minister suddenly thought of something important to do. I will say goodbye now and talk to you next time?"

Bai Dong made a quick decision and turned around quickly and was about to leave.

"Wait! Bai Dong, you are so humble that you are talking about the great affairs of the Crown Prince of Qin. Don't you know the crime?"

Ying Lian's expression changed suddenly and he sneered.

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There is another update today, a 4,000-word chapter, which is rushing through the light and darkness, and may be later, at around 11 o'clock.
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