Daqin: The opening system asked me to propose to Lu Su

Meng Tian was really shocked.

Because in the many years since he joined the martial arts, such a majestic and mighty formation is really rare.

Chen Hao, on the other hand, looked at the original Zhe soldiers with emotion.

This original Qi family army fought in all directions during the Ming Dynasty and made great military exploits.

Not only under the leadership of Qi Jiguang and other national heroes, they fought against pirates and repelled foreign invaders in North Korea.

He even guarded the frontier of the Liao Dynasty, shedding the last drop of blood to encircle the land of the Han family.

In the last battle, they used offense instead of defense, risking their lives, and defeated the Eight Banners cavalry with fear.

Chen Hao thought more than once, if everyone in this army was equipped with a good horse, would the final outcome of that battle be death.

"I don't want to be named Marquis, but I hope Haibo will be peaceful."

Before he knew it, Chen Hao once again recited Qi Jiguang's poem, which was full of his life's ambitions.

Meng Tian tilted his ears, and suddenly his pupils shrank.

It turned out that Chen Xiandi's ambition was so lofty that he didn't seek fame and wealth, but only for the livelihood of the common people in the world.

Thinking of this, Meng Tian suddenly respected Chen Hao.

I am really fortunate that I followed the Emperor Shihuang Weifu before and met such a genius in the world.

At this moment, Meng Tian no longer has any doubts about whether Chen Hao can defeat the Hun prince.

On the spur of the moment, he raised Chen Hao's shoulders and said, "My dear brother! I heard that you opened a branch of Tianxia Restaurant in Xianyang a few days ago."

"Oh! My brother originally wanted to go to congratulate him on the opening day, but the business is really too busy."

"Today, it's better for my brother to be the host. How about treating you to a delicious meal?"

Meng Tian let go of his worries, and there was a trace of expectation in his eyes.

Chen Hao rolled his eyes, thinking that Lao Meng was also calculating.

Don't go to other restaurants, just find your own head.

Although they said they were going to treat guests, they were actually here for dinner.

"Okay, okay! Lao Meng, I am convinced."

"I finally know how you always win the battle at the border. It turns out that it is because of your stingy personality."

He sighed helplessly.

Fortunately, the system rewards a lot these days, so don't worry about it.

Thinking of the branch store that I told the sisters of the Lu family to open in the capital, I suddenly became interested.

And at this time, the bustling streets in the eastern suburbs of the capital.

In front of a high-end restaurant, a hunchbacked figure was suddenly kicked out of the door by several soldiers.

At the same time, in the private room on the second floor of the hotel, there was a white-faced boy in brocade clothes.

He was holding a lupine in his hand, staring angrily at the downstairs on the window sill.

But another man with a handsome face next to him kept trying to comfort her.

"Brother Huang, I think it's better to forget it?"

"The other party is just a cook, why is it so difficult for him."

There was a hint of sternness in the Lufan man's eyes, and he looked at the stinky tofu on the plate, becoming more and more fierce.

He stretched out his hand, looked angrily at the shopkeeper next to him and shouted: "I want you to make some tofu with a very good taste, are you just using this to fool me?"

"Don't dare, dare not! Mr. Jianglu, how dare we have such guts!"

"This cook is our newly hired temporary worker. I just gave him a probationary period just to see that he does have two brushes."

"Unexpectedly, this idiot turned out to be just a fake person."

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper kept slapping himself in fear.

I'm afraid that this irritable young master will get angry, and I'm afraid my life will be lost.

It turned out that they were the two sons of Zulong Yingzheng.

The one holding the fan is the young master Jiang Lu, and the one who keeps persuading is the young master Gao.

"Brother Huang, I think it's fine."

At this time, the handsome man on the side continued to persuade.

However, the son, Jiang Lu, has no intention of releasing him at all.

"Emperor brother, you don't understand!"

"These people who are in the wild are just vile. If you don't give them a little color, the people in the market don't know what they will think of our royal family."

After speaking, he immediately waved his hand to make the soldiers downstairs beat him harder.

Hearing the miserable shouts from downstairs, the shopkeeper suddenly felt the flesh on his face twitch.

He knelt down with a "plop" and begged for mercy.

Young Master Jiang Lu's vicious reputation resounded throughout the entire capital, as long as he had a little ear, he would know that he was the most reckless one among Zulong's princes.

At the same time, it is also delicious, almost all the restaurants in the capital have his shadow.

Therefore, being a chef in Xianyang City is a high-risk thing.

No, a month ago, a chef was directly beaten and disabled because the dishes were not cooked to the taste.

"Pity."

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper sighed.

Because the chef just now is the most skilled one I have seen in recent years.

He slapped himself harder, hoping that this violent young man would calm down quickly.

When Young Master Gao saw it, he finally felt a little unbearable.

Then he grabbed Jiang Lu's sleeves and said with a serious expression: "Didn't the father teach us to forgive others and forgive others, this tofu smells, maybe it was an unintentional mistake."

"unintended mistake?"

Jiang Lu was even more annoyed, pointing at the plate of tofu and sneering, "If it's unintentional, then the damn cook won't let me eat it."

Thinking of this, Jiang Lu became even more angry.

It's just that suddenly he felt a silence outside, and the voice of the cook who was beaten just now disappeared.

Just as he was about to get up and ask questions, he found a young man walking up from the stairs.

While walking, he shook his head and sighed, "I can't even taste the delicious stinky tofu. This is a pity in life."

Seeing himself, instead of kneeling down, he had a smile on his face.

"This guest, if you think it's not delicious, you can change it to another dish."

"There's no point in yelling, beating, and killing!"

When Jiang Lu heard this, he was very angry and laughed.

"I'm here to teach the cook who doesn't understand the rules. Who are you? How dare you meddle in my affairs."

He looked up and saw the man's handsome face.

If this son's father Zu Long saw it, he would happily call out "Chen Qing is you".

It's a pity that the young master, Jiang Lu, is the one that Ying Zheng finds most annoying among the young masters, and he was never given a chance to go to court.

Therefore, even if he was in person, he would not know the Chen Hao who was in front of him, but who was currently ruling the court.

At this time, Chen Hao had already repelled the soldiers downstairs, and led the chef upstairs with disheveled hair and curled up.

And right in front of his eyes, the latest task of the system has been generated.

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for triggering the plot selection. 】

[Choice 1: Fight the injustice for the chef and reward the "Complete Works of New Oriental Cuisine". 】

[Choice 2: Calm things down, and reward Bai Yi, a hundred-year-old king. 】

Chen Hao frowned, watching the rewards given by the system, his mouth twitched.

Although he already has a full set of knowledge of "Eight Major Cuisines", he doesn't need to be proficient in another cooking skill.

However, the technique of "New Oriental Cooking" can be taught to apprentices.

In the future, if you want to maintain an ocean-going fleet, you will need a lot of investment.

Opening a restaurant is undoubtedly a good way to open source.

As for peace of mind, forget it.

People are bullying to the face, so why should they be shy?

Chen Hao's eyes returned to Jiang Lu's face, and he asked this tyrannical young man, "Sir, don't you know me?"