Early the next morning, as soon as everyone woke up from their sleep, the city gate of Qingyang County opened.
It was still the same recipe as yesterday, and it was still the same taste as yesterday. Tian Xiaoe, Second Sister Hua, and Little Sister Tang, along with their female chefs and the guys from the Lion House, delivered hot meals.
While nibbling snow-white steamed buns and eating big bowls of stewed vegetables, the newly arrived craftsmen and the driver from Dongping Prefecture were feasting. At the same time, they were also wondering in their hearts, how could there be such delicious steamed buns in the small Qingyang County?
I was tired and hungry last night. When I ate, I was like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. I just stuffed it into my stomach. Everything tasted delicious and I didn't think much about it at all.
When they ate again this morning, everyone noticed that the steamed buns they ate were white and juicy. Compared with the steamed buns they had eaten in Dongping Mansion in the past, they were simply different.
Of course, they had not eaten steamed buns many times in Dongping Prefecture. At that time, they thought steamed buns steamed with wheat flour were the most delicious in the world. Now when they compare them with the steamed buns in Qingyang County, they suddenly feel that the steamed buns in Dongping Prefecture are not as tasty. .
All the coachmen were whispering to each other. It seemed that Mr. Yun was the one who treated us with such good things. It was a pity that Mr. Yun was not from Dongping Prefecture, otherwise we could have worked for him more often!
Compared with a group of coachmen, a few craftsmen have less regrets, because they will work with Master Yun in the future.
I hope that when Mr. Yun is happy in the future, he can reward himself with two more big white steamed buns to try!
Not to mention this big white steamed bun that I have never eaten before, it is just an ordinary sour steamed bun. It is delicious if you can eat it once, and you can even fill up a meal.
However, someone soon discovered that Yun Chao's boys didn't seem to be like themselves, grabbing the big white steamed buns and eating them desperately.
What's going on? It's rare to have something so delicious. Why don't these soldiers rush to eat it?
Do they have very small appetites?
No matter whether it is a craftsman or a coachman, they are certainly not fools. No one thinks that a group of soldiers are all small eaters. There must be something they don't know here. Could it be that there will be something better to eat later? This group Are all soldiers keeping their stomachs empty?
So, the brave ones asked a boy named Zhao Baoguo under Yun Chao if there were any rules in the army, such as one person couldn't eat too much, and there were restrictions on steamed buns, etc.?
Zhao Baoguo was confused: "There is no limit. You can eat as much as you want, as long as you don't waste it."
"Then...then why do you all eat so little?"
Zhao Baoguo continued to be confused: "It's quite a lot. I've eaten two steamed buns. One steamed bun is half a catty, and both of them are one catty. Is it still less?"
"Less, too little! I've eaten four, and you've only eaten two. You don't seem to have eaten much..."
Zhao Baoguo finally understood: "Oh, I was just like you when I first came here. I wanted to stuff myself to death after one meal. But just wait a few days and eat every day. As time goes by, I won't be able to eat so much."
"What?"
Almost all the drivers around were shocked: "Eat every day? You mean, you can eat enough every day, not this kind of steamed buns, right?"
Zhao Baoguo laughed loudly: "Yes, no doubt, I eat this kind of steamed buns every day, big white steamed buns and rice, open and eat as much as you can!"
Under the envious gazes of all the coachmen and craftsmen, Zhao Baoguo's sense of superiority was sublimated, and the boys around him also proudly puffed up their chests.
Once upon a time, I was the same as these cart drivers and craftsmen, or even far inferior to them. I had one meal but no next meal, and today had no tomorrow.
Look at now, I can eat big white steamed buns and rice every day, but these coachmen are so envious that their eyes almost pop out. What is that sentence that Brother Chao often says...
Without comparison, there is no harm? Or old Versailles?
No matter what, I just feel so good anyway, why do I feel so good!
Before the craftsman and the coachman could recover from their shock, these bad guys stabbed people in the heart again:
"By the way, it's not just steamed buns and rice. Did you see these stews? There are many other things that are more delicious than stews. They are available every day. They are enough for three meals a day!"
"ah……"
Many craftsmen and coachmen wanted to jump into the nearby moat to wake up.
Is it because his brain is damaged or his ears are defective? How could he hear such ridiculous things?
It’s good to have a full meal, but three meals a day?
And you still have enough to eat, including big white steamed buns and rice every time?
This is not a big deal, but it still smells fishy every day, even better than the pork stew?
How is this possible, unless Mr. Yun is crazy!
Seeing that all the craftsmen and coachmen did not believe it, many boys turned on the Versailles mode:
What kind of super brother is the boy who spreads wealth in front of the Bodhisattva? His magic power is boundless and he can get whatever he wants!
What kind of super guy has the ability to bring the dead back to life? Just blow a breath of fairy air and the dead can come back to life!
Why does Brother Chao love the people like his own children? As long as they are ordinary people under his banner, even if a widower dies, Brother Chao will give him a generous burial!
…
After a conversation, both the craftsman and the coachman were all in awe of Yun Chao, their respect and love were beyond the sky!
It sounds like an exaggeration. If someone just says a few words, everyone will easily believe it. It is simply a fantasy.
However, this is still the case.
Even in later generations, when information was highly developed, there were still so many so-called masters who were held up to the altar, not to mention the ancient times when superstition was prevalent.
Youdao is that facts speak louder than words. As they gnawed on big white steamed buns that were whiter than their own mother-in-law, and ate white rice that was whiter than the girl in the goulan, all the craftsmen and cart drivers had to believe that if Mr. Yun was not the reincarnation of a god, how could he give it to him? Eat these delicious things by yourself that you never dreamed of!
These boys are not bragging just for the sake of bragging, they know what Yun Chao wants.
Craftsmen, Brother Chao calls them technical talents.
Now everyone just wants to make Brother Chao famous, and it's best to attract all the craftsmen... oh, technical talents in Dongping Mansion!
…
Yun Chao didn't know it yet, but a group of boys had already made a name for himself.
He is very busy now, dealing with the entanglement of a group of women.
"My dear benefactor, try the ginseng soup that Nunu made for you. Thank you for your hard work. Please take good care of yourself."
"My benefactor, these are the melon seeds you like to eat. Nunu peeled them out one by one last night. Eat them quickly. They won't taste good if they are peeled."
"My benefactor, this is a slave..."
Yun Chao's head was about to explode.
These girls don’t know who they learned it from, they are slaves at a time, it’s like nothing else in the world!
You've only been in the city for a few days, and you already want to go to the house and uncover the tiles, and surround me with your hands and hands. What on earth do you want to cause trouble?
"Stand at attention, everyone, stand still for me. Let's start reporting now!"
