Tragedy of Time Traveling Companion Reading

As a second-generation ancestor who is used to delicacies from mountains and seas, fried and fried, and even spicy hot and sour rice noodles with hot and sour noodles and mutton skewers, you let him eat for several days without salty or bland, fragrant or smelly. , lukewarm, lukewarm, without the slightest characteristic of a meal like chewing wax, this kind of pain cannot be described in words.

So when the second son, who was carved in powder and carved jade, looked like the golden boy and fairy in the painting, entered the kitchen with a bitter face and deep hatred, not only the chefs and others were horrified...

"Is there any chili?"

"Is there any cumin?"

"Is there MSG?"

"Do you have black pepper juice?"

"Any ketchup?"

"..."

A group of people, including Han Tuidang and the housekeeper, almost broke their necks, and Han Yancai left the kitchen under Han Tuidang's tugging with a resentful expression on his face.

"Ayan! You have to remember that the gentleman stays away from the kitchen!" Han Tui said earnestly.He felt the need to teach this grandson a lesson.

"But that thing is too unpalatable..." Han Yan pouted with aggrieved expression.

"Even so you can't—"

"Wait a minute, I thought of it!" Han Yan suddenly interrupted Han Tuidang's lecture, and then walked into the kitchen involuntarily.

"..."

I asked the master for a gill fish and a piece of cooked fresh mutton with skin on.Han Yan motioned to the people in the kitchen to light the fire.Then clean the gill fish by yourself and remove the head and tail.The fish is cut into long cubes, and the cooked lamb with skin is also cut into long cubes.Ignoring the shock of other people in the kitchen when they saw their skilled knife skills.Han Yan puts oil in the pot and heats it up, adds green onion and ginger, stirs the fragrance, puts gill fish and fry it slightly, puts mutton, adds soy sauce, Shaoxing wine, refined salt, rice wine, a little water, boils and cooks over low heat. Add sugar and simmer for a while, use high heat to thicken the soup, and add pepper.Put the gill fish pieces on the bottom, put the mutton skin up on the fish body, install the head and tail, and pour the marinade.While roasting the mutton, stir-fry the cabbage heart with refined salt and monosodium glutamate, and surround the sides of the mutton...

After about a stick of incense, a fresh scent floated out of the pot, causing everyone to twitch their index fingers.When the fresh fish and sheep were ready, Han Tuidang didn't care about preaching, took out the bowls and chopsticks and couldn't wait to taste it...

He narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and chewed the delicious fish carefully. It was delicious and mellow, so delicious that Han Tuidang almost bit off his tongue, and Han Ze couldn't care less about talking and kept eating...

Han Yan, on the other hand, put a chopstick of fish into his mouth in nostalgia, and a feeling of emotion permeated his whole body in an instant——

This is what people eat!

Several people ate up a dish, but they still kindly left the soup for the idlers who were watching.Looking at the people who were enjoying their food, Han Tuidang asked with a puzzled look: "Ayan, how can you cook?"

The outstretched chopsticks paused slightly, and Han Yan said casually: "It was during the few days when I was sick that I dreamed that someone cooked food for me every day. I remembered it when I woke up... "

"Oh? Then why are you so proficient in knife skills?" Han Tuidang asked slowly with squinted eyes.

Biao looks down on the otaku who stay at home in the 21st century!

Of course Han Yan didn't dare to say that, but said vaguely: "Isn't Ah Yan practicing martial arts every day? I think the posture of cutting people is no different from chopping vegetables!"

In one sentence, Han Tuidang almost dropped the bowl.But looking at the people watching one by one, at least save some face for his grandson.After all, cannibalism is soft!Immediately said vaguely: "The real kung fu on the battlefield is much better than this..."

"War knives are also knives, and kitchen knives are also knives. Martial arts in the world all lead to the same goal. As the saying goes, all roads lead to roads..." Han Yan shook her head, and brought out Jin Daxia's remarks to learn and sell.

He was talking about joy, but he didn't see that Han Diandang, who was smiling and indifferent, gradually began to think deeply...

After finally fooling Han Tiao, Han Yan, who was full of wine and food, wandered back to the room to take a nap.As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by Han Da——

"Second son, Qingnu said he wants to see you!"

Who is Qingnu?Han Yan scratched her head in a daze.Watching Han Da remain silent.

"It's the slave you bought back!" Seeing that Han Yan had forgotten about him, Han Da had to remind her.

It was him!

Han Yan suddenly realized.Without a doubt, he followed Han Da to the outer courtyard.

When she got to the outer courtyard, Han Yan's eyes brightened when she saw the boy who had been cleaned.It's not about how beautiful this boy is - with his own skin as the standard, it is estimated that there will be no one who is more iconic than him in the whole man.It's just that this boy is a rare hero.The slightly tanned skin and the very delicate appearance with thick eyebrows and big eyes give people a very generous and gentle feeling.The most eye-catching thing is the boy's gentle and calm eyes. Even after suffering like that, the tenacity and persistence in the eyes cannot be retreated, as clear as the stars in the sky.

Looking at the boy like this, Han Yan frowned involuntarily.Is such a person really a fugitive slave?

The boy saw Han Yan who was slowly approaching, and immediately walked two steps to Han Yan and bowed to the end: "Little Wei Qing, thank you for saving my life, my lord!"

what?

Wei Qing?

It was Wei Qing?

I actually saved Wei Qing?

This is too golden finger!

The next second, Han Yan's beautiful peach blossom eyes stared in disbelief, staring at Wei Qing who was bowing in front of him dumbfounded, speechless for a while.

After a while, Han Da, who couldn't stand it anymore, coughed twice to wake up Han Yan who was immersed in wild thoughts.Only then did Wei Qing, who was already extremely sore and limp, be rescued.

"Are you really Wei Qing?" Han Yan still felt incredible.

"Yes." Wei Qing tugged at the hem of his clothes a little cautiously.Looking at the exquisite little master in front of him, who was much prettier than a girl, he was a little at a loss.

"What's your mother's name and what does she do?" Han Yan asked with relish.

"My mother's surname is Wei, and she's a maid in Pingyang Houfu." Wei Qing said respectfully.

"Who else is in your family?" Han Yan continued to ask.

"There is also an older brother and three older sisters. They are called Wei Changjun, Wei Junru, Wei Shaoer and Wei Zifu." Wei Qing replied respectfully with lowered eyes.However, Han Yan in front of him became more and more surprised the more he heard it.

It really was Wei Qing.But how could he become a fugitive slave?

Hearing Han Yan's question, Wei Qing was silent for a moment, and then said with difficulty: "I am not a fugitive slave, the head of the Zheng family is my father, Zheng Ji..."

Han Yan instantly understood.It is indeed recorded in history that Wei Qing's mother was a servant in Pingyang Hou's mansion, and had an affair with Zheng Ji, a county magistrate who also worked in Pingyang Hou's house, and Wei Qing was born.Life in the Wei family was very difficult, so Wei Qing was sent to the home of his biological father Zheng Ji.But Zheng Ji let the young illegitimate son herd the sheep, and the sons of Zheng's family didn't regard Wei Qing as a brother, so they criticized Wei Qing at will. (Qing is a member of the Hou family. When he was young, he returned to his father, and his father used to shepherd the sheep. The sons of the first mother were all slaves, and they were not counted as brothers. —— "Historical Records of General Wei Hushi Biography").Wei Qing lived in such an environment and suffered a lot, which left a deep imprint on the formation of his character.Later, when Wei Qing was a little older, he didn't want to be enslaved by Zheng's mansion any more, so he returned to his mother and became a riding slave of Pingyang mansion.

But now, due to the instigation of Han Yan, the butterfly's little wings, there has been a little deviation. At least Wei Qing can't go back to the Pingyang Hou Mansion.Han Yan will not let go even if she dies.

At the moment, she gently asked Wei Qing to take good care of her wounds, and Han Yan returned to the room while thinking about how to arrange for the general.