I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Li Yuan paused, followed Li Shimin and the others into the room.

The high-speed train greeted him with a smile on his face: "Guest, are you here? What are you going to eat today?"

The past few days have been an uncomfortable period for the high-speed rail.

There were not many guests, so he started to relax.

He feels sorry for this leisure time—especially when there is a fat man who competes with him for work, making him work for an hour a day, and the rest of the time is basically sitting at the door in a daze.

Only guests can make him excited.

"Have a mutton hot pot, and an extra serving of mutton." Li Shimin waved his hand, very proudly, "The rest of the dishes, except Manjianghong, will also be served."

"Two servings of rice, corn, etc."

This made the high-speed rail a bit difficult. After counting with fingers for a long time, I couldn't figure out how much copper coins should be charged.

Yin Lulu bounced over, reported a number, and then relieved the high-speed rail.

Holding the vermilion pen, Yin Xuan drew a circle on Li Shu's paper, glanced at Li Yuan who was walking in the middle of the crowd, and walked towards the kitchen.

An old man with a pale complexion, dark circles around his eyes, and disordered breathing, who seemed to have kidney deficiency.

After being in the court for a long time, there will be some habits subconsciously.

Like Cheng Yaojin and the others walking together with Li Shimin, the one in the center must be Li Shimin.

But now among this group of people, the one in the middle is actually that little old man?

There is no one with a higher status than Li Shimin in the entire Tang Dynasty.

But if you want to say, Li Yuan is the only one who can make Li Shimin stand out.

Can Li Shimin call out Li Yuan, who can be an otaku in Datang without going out of the door and not going through the second door?

This surprised Yin Xuan a little.

It took a lot of time for Yin Xuan to finish a recipe. Every dish is ready for one dish to be served by the high-speed rail. The dish cannot be kept for a long time on this day, and it will cool down after a while.

Li Yuan looked at the dishes on the table, held up his chopsticks, and remained silent for a long time.

Cheng Yaojin knew the faults of being emperors, so he took the first chopsticks, and then Li Yuan moved his chopsticks, followed Cheng Yaojin, and picked up shredded potatoes and pork.

Just smelling the fragrance made Li Yuan move his index finger.

Put it in your mouth.

Bite off the crisp potato shreds in one bite, and sip the tender shredded meat. As he chewed, the two ingredients wove together in his mouth, making a complex twist.

This is a potato shredded pork with green peppers.

That bit of spiciness leaked out quietly from the inside of the ingredients as he chewed.

It was a mischievous and mischievous pony, who stepped on his tongue happily, and then grunted. Li Yuan's throat moved, and the pony turned into a touch of warmth and fell into his stomach.

tasty!

Li Yuan regained his spirits, and took another chopstick with tomato scrambled eggs.

The yellow egg is covered with a layer of light red gravy, which is plump and crystal clear. After the entrance, there is a faint and fresh taste.

It was another docile pony. With a groan, it fell into Li Yuan's stomach and met its brother.

It is a different kind of delicacy.

Li Yuan rubbed his chopsticks, and at this moment—Gao Tie put a portion of boiled pork slices on the table, the pungent aroma surged, and hit his nose heavily like waves.

It was as if someone had roughly opened his nostrils and stuffed this scent in forcefully.

"Ah!" Li Yuan couldn't hold back and sneezed.

The bright red pot, with sharp coriander and minced garlic in the center, looks like an isolated island in the Red Lake.It's just a mere dish, and it can be made like a picture scroll.

But when it is in the picture scroll, it still maintains the appetite that attracts people-the most basic and biggest charm of dishes.

"Is this dish edible?" Li Yuan swallowed.

Hot breath, different bright colors.

It made him think of the fly agaric that came out after the rain, the same bright red color, the same white spots dotted with falling stars, but that thing was not edible.

Li Shimin nodded: "Of course."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece first and put it in his mouth.

Li Yuan looked at his son's blushing face instantly, and was a little suspicious. He even wondered if his son would rather risk his life in order to let him eat such inedible food.

But the aroma was alluring, he was like a crab living in a crab slave, unable to control his hands, picked up a piece of meat wrapped in chili, and put it in his mouth.

Both Wei Zheng and Cheng Yaojin were dumbfounded.

Even if they are used to eating it, they have to shake off the pepper before they dare to eat it. The emperor is so fierce?

Li Yuan didn't know it.

As soon as the meat slices entered his mouth, he felt as if he had been slapped severely, and an unruly horse was rampaging and pounding in his mouth.

This made Li Yuan suddenly feel empathy for his concubines.

It's just that he can't tolerate any other ideas now.

The hot taste made his face turn four degrees red, and sweat stains appeared on his forehead, rolling down his cheeks. This feeling was a little uncomfortable.

But he wasn't disgusted at all.

Instead, it made him happy.

After smacking his lips, he could still recall the taste of sliced ​​meat, which was tender, delicious, and wrapped in garlic, and he was surprised to find that this unruly horse was so beautiful.

Li Yuan took another piece of meat with his chopsticks, and carefully shook off the pepper on it before putting it into his mouth.

This time he was finally able to taste the meat slices more carefully.

Two times spicy mixed.

It also made Li Yuan's eyes straighten.

At this time, the soup in the copper pot boiled, Li Shimin picked up the empty bowl beside him, sprinkled a pinch of coriander familiarly, scooped up half of the bowl of soup, and handed it to Li Yuan.

Li Yuan took it, blew on it to dissipate the hot air, took a sip from the side of the bowl, and the soup fell into Li Yuan's mouth.

The heat should have made the spiciness more intense, but the delicious taste of the mutton soup made the spiciness disappear a lot, like a bundle of good fodder falling in front of the fierce horse.

Lie Ma stopped snarling, lowered his head and gnawed, and became quiet.

It just stomped the horse's hooves on the spot, shook its head a few times, and let out a long sigh.

Li Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and looked forward.

This made him slightly stunned.

Obviously nothing has changed, but he feels that the world in front of him seems to have added a layer of color, and the feeling of watching a shadow puppet show through a layer of cloth is gone.

The air also became active, the soup boiled in the ears, the charcoal fire burst, Wei Zheng scolded Cheng Yaojin, and Cheng Yaojin ate the meat wheezingly.

At the next table, Li Shu, Li Lizhi, and several other little girls whose names he could not name were eagerly discussing things that he could not understand at all.

What kind of feeling is this?
Li Yuan touched his heart.

It is "come alive".