Xiao Han was really scared when he saw the old man like this, for fear that the old man would go crazy again and kill him with a knife. However, when he mentioned the happy event, Xiao Han suddenly became energetic and said excitedly: "Master, have you received the news? ?Xue Ju is dead!"
As soon as these words came out, I heard a "hiss..." sound of cold breath that lasted for a long time. Then I looked at a group of old men, who were looking at Xiao Han as if they were aliens. Their eyes widened and they couldn't even blink. Don't blink!
As an old friend, Xiao Han, his treasured apprentice, is the main target of Old Man Hua to show off to, but Old Man Hua always beats and scolds Xiao Han when they meet. He doesn't have much time to be nice and angry, but he really likes Xiao Han in his heart!
So he kept talking to his old guys about every little thing about Xiao Han. These old men all knew very well about the bet with the Imperial Medical Office!
It may be a problem since ancient times. People with academic backgrounds and grass-roots backgrounds have never been dealt with. For Xiao Han's face to face with the people of the Imperial Medical Office, although the few old men felt relieved, they were also worried. At this moment, they heard that Xiao Han actually The prediction was correct. Every old man looked at Xiao Han as if he had a toothache and looked at a monster. He was speechless for a while!
"Xue Ju...is really dead?"
After being stunned for a long time, Old Man Hua suddenly walked forward quickly, holding his teeth and asked in a trembling voice! I'm afraid Xiao Han is using them to make fun of him!
Seeing the old man suddenly become trembling, Xiao Han hurriedly approached him: "Really! How can I lie to you about such a big thing?"
"Why are you dead? Did you curse him to death?" Old Man Hua looked at Xiao Han in surprise, his hands trembling even more seriously!
"I've been cursed to death by you!" When Xiao Han heard this, his enthusiasm was immediately chilled to his heart. He really wanted to knock the old man down with a throw over his shoulder! Why does everyone say he has a bad mouth? If word of this spreads, will he still live in Chang'an?
Liu Yidao, who had half-black and half-white hair, was the last one to arrive. He didn’t know much about the bet. Of course, he also had a problem. He was a master in medical skills, but he was an idiot in terms of emotional intelligence. Even if he knew, all this mess He won't take it to heart.
He was confused as he listened to the two people talking in code, and couldn't help but come up and ask: "Hey, what's the curse? What are you trying to do?"
"Ha, it's nothing, nothing!" Liu Yidao asked. The old man and the young man jumped up and waved their hands at the same time, as if they were electrocuted. Good guy, this man is probably sick. It is said that he has a glorious history of making his son angry and vomiting blood. , explain to him! Are you still alive?
Liu Yidao on the side was even more confused, but because these two people were always unreliable, he didn't think too deeply and clapped his hands: "Xue Ju is dead? Is he the one outside the city who is blocking us from getting out? Hey, if you die, just die, why does it matter how he died? This is a good thing, why don't we cook two side dishes and save a pot of wine? "
"Okay, okay, I think it's okay!"
As soon as this idea came up, it immediately received strong support from several other people. Several old men clapped their hands excitedly, all of them drooled, and hurried to the kitchen! The old man and Xiao Han were left looking at each other.
Does Xue Ju's death have anything to do with eating?
Xiao Han was confused, and Old Man Hua was also confused, but judging from the appearance of this group of old men, they probably wouldn't leave a drop of the soup if they were late, so hurry up and follow them.
Xiao Mansion, well, although it doesn’t even have a brand, the kitchen has already become famous. All this was promoted by foodies in the military!
A simple plate of stir-fried vegetables can keep these country bears busy for a long time! A serving of sweet and sour pork ribs spread throughout half of Chang'an City. However, Xiao Han had just arrived and didn't know many people. Moreover, the technology of iron smelting and alcohol making had been blocked by the army, so the people of Chang'an only heard about it but never saw it. This person, let alone have a meal of authentic Xiao Mansion wine.
Now Xiao Han has stopped working in the kitchen, and has left everything to the fat soldiers. Although there is still a gap in skills, it is still pretty good. After all, you can't always let a marquis cook, right? !
I don’t know why the Marquis is so happy today. Even the liquor that was buried less than two days ago and was supposed to be aged for ten years was dug out. However, the fat soldier didn’t care about this and took good care of the Marquis. That’s business!
After frying the last dish on the iron-making stove, extinguishing the fire and sweating, the fat soldier sat on the ground, looking at the new apprentices in front of him who were busy packing up tools and cleaning the stove, with many thoughts.
These days may be the most glorious time in his life!
Ever since Xiao Han discovered this rough man with a big face and thick neck from the auxiliary soldiers, he who used to only be able to chop people with a knife finally discovered his true talent!
A kitchen knife with a large wooden handle and a large head seemed to be the ultimate weapon of a swordsman in his hand! The shredded green onions and ginger slices were so cut that even the founder, Xiao Han, was amazed! Although the cuisine he learned from Xiao Han was not very different, his talent was there and coupled with diligent practice, within a few days, even the Marquis was full of praise for the food he made.
With this skill, he stole the show in this courtyard. Everyone who saw him smiled and shouted "Fat Master". These days are becoming more and more comfortable, so even if Manager Chai Shao comes to dig up People, he would fight to the death!
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the iron-making furnace. Originally, the Marquis ordered the bricklayer to give him a new stove, but he couldn't let go of the iron-making furnace. Whenever the Marquis had a meal, he would always sit in this iron-making furnace. Cooking has become his spiritual sustenance. Every time he uses it, he has to ask his apprentice to wipe it carefully with a cloth. Not only because the Marquis loves cleanliness, but also because it has become a sacred object in his heart!
Sitting on the ground for a while, listening to the sound of grabbing food from afar, as a chef, there is no sound more beautiful than this! However, when he turned around and saw the young apprentice following him, his eyes slowly turned cold.
"Hey, hey, hey... stop, come here, I have something to tell you!"
The fat chef spoke, and he looked unkind. The few apprentices who were busy working looked at me, and I looked at you. I didn’t know what this master was going to say, but he was still so solemn, so he quickly put down the work in his hands. Come up.
The fat soldier looked at the boys from beginning to end, and then from beginning to end, without speaking in a hurry. The few who looked at them felt guilty, and some of them were sweating. Then he slowly said: "You all You know, master, I am a rough man. I could only chop people with a knife before. I crawled out of the pile of dead people not once or twice. I thought I would either be hacked to death in this life, or I would be old and unable to chop people anymore. Like He died like a wild dog, but I never expected that when I followed the Marquis here, the young Marquis was compassionate and taught him a good craft! So, from that time on, Master, I made up my mind to be born under the Marquis. Death is the work of the Marquis!"
Having said this, the fat soldier paused and glanced at a few people coldly! The cold eyes seemed to chill the air! Although I haven't held a horizontal sword for many days, the hostility on the battlefield has not been completely lost. One glance made the hairs of several apprentices stand on end in the hot weather!
When several apprentices lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the fat chef, the fat chef smiled coldly and continued: "Originally, the things you are doing should be done by people in the palace, but the Marquis said that they have other things. Things have been done, so I let you come into the mansion! Today, I am here to explain to you! Although Lord Marquis is compassionate and wants you to have something to eat, so he recruited you into the mansion, but you still remember when you entered the mansion At that time, what did Brother Zhang Qiang say?"
Several apprentices raised their heads, looked at the fat chef, nodded, and someone said: "Remember! As soon as you enter the Marquis' Mansion, you will have no shortage of food and clothing, but you must be loyal and never have second thoughts. If you violate it, you will be struck by lightning!"
Several young people sparsely memorized the limerick compiled by Zhang Qiang. Although none of them were literate, they still remembered this simple limerick.
The fat chef nodded and sat by the stove with his majestic sword: "There are not many rules in our house, especially those messy and strange rules in other noble houses, but!"
Speaking of this, the fat soldier gritted his teeth and said these two words very hard: "However, having few rules does not mean that there are no rules. As a member of the Hou Mansion, the first thing is loyalty! If any of you dare to have second thoughts, Without me, Lao Xue, the people in our mansion can tear you apart alive! Don’t think that I don’t know what each of you is thinking. Yesterday, the stewards of Baihualou came to see any of you, huh..."
