Daming: The county magistrate cried poorly and Zhu Yuanzhang exploded in anger

After chatting with him for a while, Bai Xiaotao invited Zhang Song to be a guest at her home and invited him to the living room made of golden nanmu.

Seeing such a magnificent living room made of golden nanmu for the first time, Zhang Song's eyes straightened.

Sure enough, poverty limited his imagination.

No matter how rich people are so rich, it is really a miracle that they were not robbed during the war.

"Wait a moment and I will order my servants to cook. Just tell me what you want to eat. As long as you tell me the name of the dish, I can definitely make it."

Bai Xiaotao said with great interest, because he owns a restaurant, and some of them are chefs.

"I want to eat fried river noodles with fried snails and fried rice noodles, cross-bridge rice noodles, and snail noodles...I want to eat fried rice noodles with fried snails, fried rice noodles, cross-bridge rice noodles, and snail noodles..."

When it was difficult to do it directly, Bai Xiaotao was stunned when he told about the takeaway dishes.

"What are these? I've never heard of these dish names."

"Hehehe, this is my own dish created by Zhang Feng. After you eat it, even dragon meat will definitely not taste good."

Zhang Song said with a proud smile.

"Okay, okay, don't say these things are not available, if you have the ability, make them for me, and I will eat them."

"You need some rice when you make these things."

Zhang Song said.

For a family as rich as his, how much rice and other things would they want?

Ever since, Bai Xiaotao asked his servants to bring a bag of rice.

When turning around with Bai Xiaotao, Zhang Song bought a machine for making rice noodles on the system.

When she saw the machine, her eyes were stunned.

"What the hell is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

"Machine for making rice noodles!"

Zhang Song explained patiently.

Then Zhang Song started to operate the machine, and the rice noodles were produced in a short while.

As for making fried rice noodles, bridge rice noodles, snail noodles and the like, it couldn't be easier.

Zhang Song personally cooked fried rice noodles, fried river noodles, and snail noodles.

Bai Xiaotao watched from the side like a curious baby.

When she smelled the fragrant smell, her saliva almost flowed three feet long.

Because there is a special spicy sauce in these fried rice noodles, which is bean paste.

This kind of bean paste was not available in the Ming Dynasty.

Because it is from the system store.

So the smell of the pot will make people drool.

After the rice noodles were fried, when the rice noodles were placed on the table, Bai Xiaotao couldn't help using them. She picked up one of the chopsticks and put them in her mouth. Immediately, she was overwhelmed by the taste.

"Oh my god, it's so delicious. I've never eaten such a delicious thing! No matter what it's called rice noodles!"

Bai Xiaotao kept praising her.

"What's so strange, how about my own dishes? I can guarantee that even Zhu Yuanzhang has never eaten it. You are the first person to eat my kind of dishes. You are really lucky."

When Bai Xiaotao heard that she was the first person to eat this dish he made, she couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

"If this dish can be sold in my restaurant, I will give you [-]% of the money."

"I don't need you to do me a big favor. I will give you the recipes of these dishes and this machine."

Zhang Shuang waved his hand and said.

"No, how can it be. Besides, how can one machine be enough? I need a hundred machines and put one in every store, so that they can sell it while making it."

Zhang Song laughed.

"In fact, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. After it is made, it can be shipped to various stores after drying."

Hearing Zhang Song's words, she couldn't help but praise.

Imagine that there is only one such machine, even if it is produced in 24 hours, it will not be able to produce so many.

Zhang Song told him to wait outside the door and come in later.

Said he had a big gift for her.

Then Bai Xiaotao went outside the door and waited.

Zhang Song drew the system directly, and only bought a machine for making rice noodles in the store.

After buying it, he called her in from the door.

Bai Xiaotao walked into the room and saw more than 20 sets of rice noodles. The machine couldn't help but drop its jaw to the ground again in surprise.

"My God, where did you get it? Could it be that you know immortality? You can change many things?"

"No, I don't know fairy art. I met an old fairy by chance. The old fairy will help me. I can ask him for anything I want."

Zhang Song continued the previous lie.

"Okay, okay, don't treat me like a three-year-old child, I don't believe that there are gods in your world, this kind of nonsense is almost like fooling children."

Bai Xiaotao has never believed that there are gods in this world, and she is also an atheist.

"I'll give you all these machines, it's my reward for helping me."

Bai Xiaotao happily accepted the machine given by Zhang Song.

"You still have to teach me how to make rice noodles. You moved too fast just now, and I didn't see clearly."

What she meant was to keep Zhang Song here for a while.

Such a smart woman would have seen it at a glance.

But Zhang Song owed her a favor, and it was hard to refuse.

This agreed to Bai Xiaotao's words.

The construction site wasn't too busy, so Zhang Song had time to wander around.

After staying with Bai Xiaotao for three days, Zhang Song couldn't bear it any longer, and wanted to go back to Shihe County to say that he was also a parent official after all, and he couldn't live in your house for too long, lest the court comment.

It has been three days since Zhang Song was left here, and after three days of contact, the relationship between the two has become more and more intimate.

"Then you must come here often, and don't forget about me, Bai Xiaotao."

Bai Xiaotao said to Zhang Song reluctantly.

"How could I forget you, even if I forget myself, I won't forget you."

Bai Xiaotao is about 20 years old, tall and slender, wearing Ming Dynasty Hanfu, she looks very perfect.

So he is also one of the target women in Zhang Song's harem.

It is simply unreasonable for such a profitable woman not to be included in the harem.

Because Zhang Song's system costs a lot of money, even if he becomes a mule, it is impossible for him to earn so much money to upgrade the system to version [-].

So Zhang Song's goal in the future is to marry a rich woman, get money from there, and then upgrade the system to [-].

Each version of the system is opened.

There will be more items in the store.

Zhang Song wondered if there would be aircraft carriers, stealth aircraft, drones, atomic bombs, etc. in the store if it was opened until the [-]:[-] version.

If there is such a thing, it is really a dick.

He can form a division of troops at will, and he can unify the world.

Thinking about it, a nympho appeared on his face.

Dai Xiaotao thought that Zhang Song was thinking about the intimate relationship between the two of them for the past three days.

Involuntarily poked his forehead with his finger and said.

"What bad things are you thinking about?"

"How could I think bad things, an honest gentleman like me."

Zhang Song naturally didn't think of anything bad.He didn't lie this time, he told the truth.