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

Glenima honestly reported the names of those people.

Wu Jue wrote down one by one, and the doubts about Glenima dissipated a lot in his heart. At least he was able to say these personal names in a decent manner, and it didn't look like he was lying.

After remembering the name of the person, Wu Jue did not let him go, but arranged for a ranger to take him to live nearby.

Granima smiled wryly.

He still underestimated the pride of Mr. Zhengyang, or Miss Wu. They were happy to see what they accomplished, but they didn't want to be led by the nose.

Is this the self-esteem of Datang people?

It's really enviable.

Glenima sighed, lying on the bed, looking at the window leading to the sparse starry sky, his eyes gradually filled with complicated emotions, sometimes he also thought, if only he was also from the Tang Dynasty .

You don't have to be like this now...

Maybe even be a reader.

Hey, when I finish this matter, I will move to Chang'an City and let my son be a scholar. If my son is not good enough, let my grandson be a scholar.

A Tang scholar.

Just when the Tubo businessman began to fantasize about how his offspring would become a real Tang Dynasty man and how to truly live in this land.

Tongfu Restaurant.

Supper is still hot.

Wu Jue waited for Yin Xuan to finish receiving the guests, and quietly walked to his side. This female dragon who was baring her teeth in the phoenix's nest, now restrained her fierceness, was cute and sweet, just like Li Lizhi.

"Da Lang, a Tubo businessman came from Fengchao today." Wu Jue whispered, staring at Li Yuan who was about to come closer to join in the fun.

Li Yuan hesitated a little.

He was terrified of this little girl, always thinking that she was the kind of person who would strangle him to death with white silk.

Yin Xuan nodded noncommittally.

Wu Jue went on to say: "He gathered a group of people and planned to use your name to dig minerals in his own country, and then sell them back to Datang at a low price."

"The price is a third of what it is now."

Yin Xuan smiled slightly: "They are really willing."

Now the prices that Datang gives to other countries are all fair prices, which belong to the kind of manual mining, which can make more or less money.

If it is a third... no matter how low the salary is, or even no salary, it may not be profitable.

"I guess I'm going to make money from other places." Wu Jue said, and added that she has a thorough study of merchants and trade, and she knows exactly what these people are going to do.

Speaking of this, Wu Jue smacked his lips, his face full of displeasure.

Li Yuan took another half step back.

Gun Gun, who was about to come over to act like a spoiled child, also hesitated, tentatively moved his paw forward, and seeing that Wu Jue didn't come up to beat him, he tentatively took another half step forward.

Yin Xuan grabbed it by the ears, half pushed and half carried it over, rubbed its chubby face, and continued: "Have you figured out what to do with this piece of meat?"

Wu Jue was silent for a while: "I plan to get a World Chamber of Commerce."

After only uttering these few words, Yin Xuan understood what Wu Jue was going to do.

"Go and talk to the household department yourself." Yin Xuan thought about it for a while, but he didn't think this thing was abrupt, and it would be a good thing for him to establish rules earlier.

Ministry of Accounts.

Wu Jue curled his lips, and responded with some reluctance.

From her point of view, the Ministry of Finance is just some kind of stuff, with so much money in hand, and only doing so little. This year, the railway to Turkic was built.

What about Yangzhou?
What about Yizhou?
It's not good to repair a one to go to Guangfu.

And yet... neither.

If I let myself do this, at least one more thing can be repaired.

Wouldn't it be good to finish this mouthful of meat by yourself?Of course...Wu Jue also understands why Yin Xuan gave such orders, it's not that Yin Xuan can't eat by himself.

Distributing a small piece of meat to Datang and finding a thug who can mobilize tens of thousands of troops is a surefire thing.

The rangers raised can't be used to fight, they have to explore the new world with Xue Rengui.

Wu Jue rolled a few rolls, pinched them until they meowed, and then went back with some barbecue contentedly, ready to reward the bald researchers who had worked hard and stayed up all night in Fengchao.

It's not that I want to eat it!

Yin Xuan watched Wu Jue leave, turned his head, and looked further away—after the curfew was not set in Huaizhen Square, the whole street started to make snacks one after another.

Lamp, BBQ.

It has almost become a standard item in Huaizhen Square after nightfall. Although there are no cumin and chili powder in those shops, the roast meat cooked carefully has a special flavor.

There are also some shops that continue to make a living during the day and continue to do the business of fried skewers.

But Yin Xuan was not satisfied.

How can there be only two kinds of snacks, barbecue and fried skewers.

Although barbecue is indeed the king of the night market, but there is only one king, and only one servant, fried skewers, how can it be called the kingdom of the entire night market?
So get yourself some snacks?
the next day.

Yin Xuan set up a pot in the kitchen, poured pork bones and wrapped spices, boiled a pot of thick and whitish soup, and poured a layer of oily and spicy peppers.

Then it continued to simmer on the pot. This is not for use during the day, but a new snack that Yin Xuan is going to take out at night.

Boiled skewers, of course...it is generally called Oden.

Yin Xuan has eaten authentic Japanese oden, but he doesn't like it very much. Their taste is very strange, and they don't seem to have a moderate taste.

The bland ones are to die for, the greasy and salty ones are greasy and salty to die for.

But... people in this land have always been generous with their own whimsy when it comes to food. When Yin Xuan was very young, there was a shop in front of the school, which sold boiled water under the name "Oden" string.

The taste is excellent, and Yin Xuan still loves it even after he went to university, but he only goes back occasionally, and he can no longer find that small stall, nor the little girl who ate skewers together.

This made Yin Xuan full of expectations for "Oden cooking" when he was a child.

Until he ate it himself.

The soup base made of white radish and kombu, served with bonito soup, is not delicious.

It is far worse than the one I ate when I was a child.

Should I give this food a name?Oden cooking is definitely not good, it always reminds me of a bunch of people with fake faces and hypocrisy.

Then call it...Guan Zhong Boiled?

Thinking of this, Yin Xuan burst out laughing, this name is also suitable, anyway, Chang'an is located in Guanzhong.

Wait until evening.

A small pot filled with hot soup was moved outside the house, exuding steaming water mist full of enthusiasm, mixed with the aroma and drifting away, but...there is a barbecue next door, and the aroma did not break through the blockade of the barbecue aroma.

Li Yuan poked his head and walked over with his hands behind his back.