Encounter Qin Shihuang on a deserted island

Chapter 258 Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo

Hou Ye's mansion has everything you want, there is no shortage of vegetables, let alone meat.

This meal is a feast for the oiran, so he must not let her down.

Braised pork knuckles in soy sauce, roasted duck, roasted chicken, stewed chicken soup, steamed fish, etc.

After busy work for almost an hour, I made more than a dozen dishes and three or four soups in a daze!

The oiran is the top brand in Wanfenglou, and her life is not extremely extravagant but not bad.

Plus there are so many suitors, the only way to impress her is to do this.

Of course, Chang Yu didn't fancy her, he just wanted to satisfy her.

After all, she was a beauty.

If it can make her happy, she will naturally try her best to do it.

When I saw a dozen dishes I had never seen before were placed in front of me.

The oiran was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.

Just smelling it makes people salivate.

Compared with the food in Wanfenglou, it is obviously not at the same level!

If Wanfeng Tower is a fairyland on earth, then the dishes made by Chang Yu can be described as fairy garden delicacies!
"Can I really eat it?"

she asked a little anxiously.

She, who has always been able to stabilize her aura, is actually a little cowardly at this moment!

"of course can."

Chang Yu handed over the chopsticks with both hands.

"It's made just for you to eat."

She grabbed the chopsticks, but did not move them for a long time, Chang Yu pretended to be dissatisfied.

"Could it be that you dislike it?"

"I made this carefully!"

The oiran hurriedly waved his hand and said with an apologetic smile: "I didn't mean that, it's just that these dishes are like a dream and not real."

"It's like a dream, it's real when you put it in your mouth."

Chang Yu was a little funny. These dishes were not very exquisite, they were just made with more care.

If there were knives and forks, it would have been a Western-style meal for her.

However, for her, this kind of ordinary dish is enough to make people wonder and dare not move their chopsticks.

Even though she could smell it, she still felt unreal. Is this really something a human can do?
"Who do you say is not human!"

Hearing her muttering, Chang Yu was annoyed and amused.

"No, I'm asking. Are you really a child of the Xian family?"

"Hurry up and eat! The food will be cold later!"

Don't ask this kind of question, it's not annoying if they ask, Chang Yu is really annoying!

Use uneaten chopsticks to pick up vegetables for her and put them in a bowl: "Try the taste quickly."

Seeing Chang Yu's actions, Hua Kui was stunned.

According to their rules, they don't serve food for others, if they do, it means they treat the other party as their wife.

She raised her head and looked at Chang Yu in surprise. Although she was not as handsome as those noble boys, she was indeed very gentle towards people.
Not to mention other things that calculated her, from the current point of view, it is indeed very gentle, and it is easy to make the little girl fall in love.

But it's a pity, she is also the number one oiran of Wanfenglou, and she has seen too many worlds.

Just like this, she wouldn't be tempted, but she wasn't disgusted either. Chang Yu gave her some food.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Chang Yu was puzzled, why not have a good meal?
"There are so many dishes, if you don't eat any more, it will be really cold!"

Chang Yu pretended to be distressed and said that this was all carefully prepared by him!

The oiran quickly came back to his senses: "Okay, okay, I'll eat!"

Immediately, under Chang Yu's gaze, he picked up the meat in the bowl with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Well!
At the moment of entrance, the soft and tender juice is a bit sour and sweet, and it is particularly refreshing and not sticky!
"What is this?" There seemed to be stars shining in Hua Kui's eyes.

"Braised pork."

"What meat?"

The oiran was very puzzled, he had never heard of it, but it tasted really good!
Immediately, she picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork, and just as Chang Yu wanted to say that it was a little spicy, she swallowed it.
"What did you want to say just now?" She smacked her lips and picked up a piece of chicken with her chopsticks.

"No," Chang Yu shook his head strangely, staring at her mouth, guessing that the spiciness was coming soon.

"Why do you keep staring at people's mouths?" Hua Kui noticed Chang Yu's eyes.

Only then did she realize that she had no image at all, and she became a little shy!
"Not so spicy!"

Mouth seems to be burning!
What is this? Why is it so spicy!
She fanned her mouth with her slender hand.

Chang Yu laughed out loud.

"It's comfortable, I thought you didn't know spicy food."

Although this twice-cooked pork doesn’t have too much chili pepper.

But for Daqin who doesn't have chili, this level of spiciness is obviously very spicy.

The oiran was relatively delicate, and was stimulated by the hotness, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

The cry made Chang Yu feel distressed, and hurried to find her a glass of ice water to suppress her.

There is a well in the mansion, and the temperature in the well is low, but it is not too damp to use as a refrigerator.

Of course, not everything will be put down, only watermelons and the like.

There are hundreds of people in the whole house, and there will not be any leftovers that can't be eaten and stored.

A mouthful of ice-cold well water came in, and the oiran calmed down a lot, but he still breathed out with his little pink tongue.

"Why is this so spicy!"

She has a shadow on that dish of twice-cooked pork.

However, the strange thing is that I still have endless aftertaste. Even though I don’t want to eat it because it is so spicy, I still want to eat another piece.
Chang Yu didn't stop her either. After eating this kind of spiciness, she probably got used to it.

In addition, there are a lot of cold dishes. If she really can't stand the spicy food, she can just eat a few cold dishes to suppress it.

She rarely drinks chicken soup or anything like that.

Seeing her tender skin seems to drip out, Chang Yu thought it was replenished by drinking more chicken soup.
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!" The oiran rolled his eyes angrily and amusedly.

Her skin is good, it is natural, and if it is not supple and smooth, what kind of oiran is she?

When eating the sauced elbow, I disliked that the chopsticks couldn't add up, so the good guy just grabbed it with his hands and gnawed it!

"Brother, your goddess image is gone!"

"Goddess?" Probably meant to praise her beauty.

She tilted her head cutely, and then ignored the way Chang Yu looked at her.

I have never eaten such a delicious thing in my life, if this is a dream, then eat more!
Seeing how she was holding the food protection with her hands, Chang Yu shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, as long as you are a human being, you will disregard your image when it comes to food.

It is said that if you want to catch a man, you have to take his stomach first.

If you were a woman, the same principle would apply.

Food is the most important thing for the people. Individuals know how to eat, and there is no resistance to delicious food.

"Eat slowly, no one will grab you." Chang Yu pushed all the delicious food, which she liked, in front of her.

Her appetite is neither big nor small, basically she empties most of the dishes.

She didn't like to eat, only a few and chicken soup, Chang Yu naturally didn't waste it all.

While eating, they also talked a lot, not only limited to the structure of Daqin, but also had unconstrained ideas.

Regarding her questions, Chang Yu would answer her everything he knew, and he wouldn't say anything that shouldn't be said.

When talking about a fable, she was almost fascinated by it.

For some reason, Chang Yu thought of "Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo" and asked her if she wanted to listen to it.

She immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and Chang Yu could easily fascinate people when he told stories.

Compared with those storytelling masters in the teahouse, they all tell it better, and it just happens to be a story for dinner.

(End of this chapter)