What is the taste?
smell good!
Sitting upright behind the desk, the bored Ying Zheng sniffed lightly and looked up, only to see Zhao Hao walking over with a small tripod in his tray, as if offering a treasure.
"Father, I have kept you waiting for a long time."
Zhao Hao smiled and placed the tray on the table in front of Ying Zheng, then raised his hand to signal to Ying Zheng: "Father, please try it and see if the taste is to your liking!"
"Is this the tomato omelette noodles you're talking about?"
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked calmly.
In fact, I was very surprised and very interested.
As the First Emperor, he had never tasted any ingredients or delicacies from mountains and seas, but this kind of food with a sweet and sour aroma made him feel very tempting, and it was the first time he smelled this smell.
"Yes, Father, this tomato was found in a mysterious cave by my son who searched deep in the mountains. This side is also made of fine wheat and hand-ground flour. It has been kneaded seven or forty-nine times and cut with a knife. made;
As for this egg, it cannot be exchanged for gold. It is the first egg laid by a free-range hen. "
"this"
After hearing Zhao Hao's introduction to this bowl of noodles, Ying Zheng became even more interested.
However, he still didn't move his chopsticks.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Gao couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
Except for enjoying the delicacies cooked by the imperial chef in his palace, the First Emperor never ate food from outside easily.
Even if you want to eat it, someone needs to test the poison.
But this time he came to Chu Nan Pavilion, it was just Ying Zheng's impromptu decision, so it was naturally impossible for him to bring the poison-testing palace attendant here.
Although it was impossible for Young Master Hao to poison his father, what about the others?
Thinking of this, Zhao Gao swallowed subconsciously.
It's so difficult for him.
If the palace attendant didn't test the poison, then he would have to do it.
"Your Majesty, this old slave can't help but salivate when he smells this smell. Can you give me a sip of soup?"
Zhao Gao felt a hundred reluctances in his heart, but he almost begged towards Ying Zhengdao.
"Soup?" Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, and then said in a funny tone: "Isn't that what Zhao Fu ordered? There is still something in the pot, I'll have someone fill a bowl for you!"
"ah?"
Zhao Gao reacted and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, no, I will just drink the soup from your majesty's bowl of noodles."
When he said this, the expression on his face was as if he had eaten a fly.
Ying Zheng sat behind the desk, smiling and saying nothing.
Naturally, he didn't believe that the bowl of noodles was poisonous. Even other people in Chu Nan Pavilion couldn't poison him.
Because other people in Chu Nan Pavilion were willing to risk their lives for Zhao Hao and openly defy themselves, which is enough to show Zhao Hao's status in their hearts.
Therefore, they would never harm Zhao Hao.
Seeing that Zhao Gao was acting out of character, Zhao Hao would be a fool if he didn't understand what he meant, so he waved his hand to Zhongxian and said, "Go get an empty bowl."
"promise."
Zhongxian responded and quickly ran out to get an empty bowl for Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao quickly picked some noodles from Ying Zheng's small cauldron into a bowl, then poured half a bowl of soup, stirred it together, and handed it to Zhao Gao: "Just drinking soup is boring, eating some noodles will help." smell!"
Thank you!
Zhao Gao took the noodle bowl with a grimace.
Putting aside whether it was poisonous or not, he was confused because it was something he had never eaten before.
What to do if it doesn’t suit your taste?
Do I want to spit it out in front of His Majesty and Young Master? Ouch, just kill the old slave!
Even though he was reluctant in every way, Zhao Gao had to eat, so he hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and took a sip of the soup.
This bite almost made Zhao Gao jump up because of the heat.
Zhao Hao next to him looked at him funny: "After mincing the tomatoes, fry them with oil to make tomato oil. It will play a role in keeping heat on the surface of the noodle soup. It doesn't look hot, but it is actually very hot. Zhao Fuling Eat slowly!"
If that's the case, why didn't you tell me earlier?
Are you trying to harm me? !
Zhao Gao scolded Zhao Hao in his heart, and at the same time fanned the cool breeze with his hands to relieve the heat.
Ying Zheng, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at Zhao Gao curiously, wondering what the tomato omelette noodles tasted like.
At first, when he saw Zhao Gao's expression distorted, his expectations for the thing called tomato omelette noodles in front of him dropped.
But after Zhao Gao relieved the heat, he was squeaking, his eyes were bright, and his expressions were getting richer and richer.
"Huh? Huh?"
Two syllables that sounded suspicious and surprised came out of Zhao Gao's nasal cavity.
Zhao Hao looked at him with a warm smile and said nothing.
Are you kidding me, almost no one can refuse this delicacy, tomato omelette noodles!
In the Qin Dynasty more than two thousand years ago, there were originally few seasonings. Coupled with the unique sourness of tomatoes and the deliciousness of bone soup, it has a sweet aftertaste, which is definitely suitable for all ages.
After one bowl, the expression on Zhao Gao's face changed.
He looked at Zhao Hao and then at the steaming small cauldron in front of Ying Zheng. He picked up the bowl and started licking it.
When Ying Zheng saw this, his interest immediately rose.
"Zhao Fu Ling, how does it taste?"
Zhao Hao asked Zhao Gao with a smile.
Zhao Gao nodded while licking the bowl, and said vaguely: "It's so delicious. Let your majesty have a taste."
Good times?
Fragrant?
Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Gao strangely, thinking how delicious it was and how he could speak in dialect.
Something that could make Zhao Gao break his guard and speak in the Guanzhong dialect must taste good.
"Hey, what's this? There will be something more delicious later!"
Zhao Hao smiled, raised his hand towards Ying Zheng and said, "Father, eat it while it's hot. I've also prepared side dishes for you and will deliver them right away!"
After saying that, without waiting for Ying Zheng's response, he took Zhongxian and rushed out of the room without stopping.
For a time, only Zhao Gao and Ying Zheng were left in the entire Chunan Pavilion hall.
Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Gao, then at the tomato omelette noodles in front of him, then picked up the chopsticks, picked two, and put them in his mouth.
As soon as you take it into your mouth, you immediately feel an aroma rushing into your mouth. Then, just by chewing it gently, the noodles are broken into several pieces, and the aroma lingers in your mouth.
"this"
Ying Zheng's eyes widened with surprise.
After eating two mouthfuls of noodles, he took another mouthful of soup, which made him feel ten times more sour.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Hao's research on food is truly superb. Such ingredients are rare in the world and are indeed delicious!" Zhao Gao looked at the small cauldron in front of Ying Zheng and said.
Ying Zheng gulped down the noodles, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Do you want to eat it again?"
"Yes, yes!"
Zhao Gao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Ying Zheng smashed his mouth and said with a smile: "There is no problem in touching the oil. Let him do it again later. Let's change to a bigger tripod."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Just as Zhao Gao and Ying Zheng were happily communicating in dialect, Zhao Hao and Zhongxian walked in again carrying trays.
"This is?"
Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao looked at the tray at the same time.
Inside the tray were hot and aching meat buns, as well as milky white and sweet soy milk.
"Father, this Roujiamo is freshly made. The roasted meat inside has a strong flavor. Try it quickly. There is also this soy milk, which is added with whole grains. It is healthy and delicious!"
Zhao Hao introduced it while placing the tray in front of Ying Zheng.
With tomato omelette noodles on the floor, Ying Zheng was very interested in the food served by Zhao Hao.
He couldn't help but pick up the meat buns and took a bite. Suddenly, the smell of meat hit his nostrils and his eyes widened.
"Good times, good times!"
Ying Zheng nodded vaguely.
Zhao Hao smiled and then glanced at Zhongxian, who immediately brought another tray to Zhao Gao.
"Ling Zhao, this is what Young Master has prepared for you!"
"I"
Zhao Gao didn't expect Zhao Hao to take such good care of him, so he couldn't help but be moved and raised his head to look at Zhao Hao.
But he saw Zhao Hao looking at him at the same time, with a special meaning in his eyes: You know.
"?" A question mark slowly appeared on Zhao Gao's forehead. After a moment of reaction, he realized that Zhao Hao wanted to create an opportunity for him to be alone with Ying Zheng.
have to! He is soft-spoken and uses tricks on others.
Anyway, Your Majesty is so kind to Young Master Hao, so why am I attracting suspicion here.
Now that I have accepted Young Master Hao's favor, I might get some benefits in the future.
Thinking of this, Zhao Gao showed an 'I understand' smile, nodded slightly, took the tray from Zhongxian's hand, and said to Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, I burned my mouth just now, and I want to go outside to cool my mouth before eating. "
"Go!"
Ying Zheng was concentrating on tasting the food at the moment and didn't pay attention to the 'private deal' between Zhao Gao and Zhao Hao, so he casually agreed to Zhao Gao.
Soon, Zhao Gao walked out of the room.
Just as Zhao Hao was about to speak, he saw Ying Zheng suddenly raised his head: "Go and cook the tomato omelette noodles again, and change to a bigger one!"
"Well"
Zhao Hao was stunned and thought to himself, does the First Emperor have such a good appetite? Three ounces of noodle soup, two steamed buns, and a can of soy milk? Still not full?
It's true that the prime minister's stomach can hold a boat, and the emperor's stomach can swallow mountains and rivers!
However, it is by no means a bad thing that the First Emperor took the initiative to ask for extra meals.
Zhao Hao didn't hesitate and ran out with Zhongxian.
Ying Zheng was sitting behind the desk, eating meat buns while looking at Zhao Hao's leaving back, his eyes a little more meaningful.
This kid should show his fox tail later, right?
If it's a trivial matter, for the sake of this bowl of tomato omelette noodles, I can go out of my way to show mercy.
But openly resisting the law and disrespecting the emperor will be punished by death no matter what!
It's useless to just please me, you have to come up with something practical, something that can save their lives, such as the so-called 'divine thunder'.
Ying Zheng looked back and made a plan in his mind.
Not long after, Zhao Hao walked in with a big pot of tomato omelette noodles.
"Father, the face is here!"
Zhao Hao smiled and put his face in front of Ying Zheng.
With a smile on his lips, Ying Zheng picked up the chopsticks and sucked them.
This time, he ate slower than before, chewing carefully.
Zhao Hao was worried and scratching his head.
I don't know how long it took before Ying Zheng finished eating the noodles in Dingzhong and said to Zhao Hao: "This noodles tastes good. It's still early. I'll take a nap here for a while. Don't let anyone come in and disturb me."
"Ah? This"
Zhao Hao was a little speechless, wondering why the First Emperor went to bed after he was full, and he hadn't even talked about business yet!
However, the First Emperor ignored him at all. He leaned back, slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Gulu!"
Soon, Ying Zheng fell into sleep.
The whole room was filled with thunderous snoring.
Zhao Hao looked at Ying Zheng with a complicated expression and sighed secretly.
Sure enough, accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger!
Judging from the current situation, the First Emperor should still be very satisfied.
Otherwise, it would not be like this, and they would have started killing Zhongxian and the others long ago.
In the past, I always felt that the First Emperor was magnanimous and would not care about anything. He even went crazy to death on several occasions.
Looking back now, the First Emperor was indeed very tolerant of himself, but only to himself.
Because he is his biological son.
It is said that tiger poison cannot eat its seeds.
No matter how ruthless and ruthless the First Emperor was, he would never kill his own son.
But to outsiders, the First Emperor's temper was not that good.
If not, how could he be a hostage in Handan and finally survive to sit on the throne of King Qin? How to fight for power and profit with ruthless people like Lu Buwei, Lao Ai, and the Queen Mother Zhao?
How to unify the six countries and establish unparalleled achievements?
His thoughts dispersed, and Zhao Hao's eyes gradually became clear.
Zhao Hao's eyes froze when he looked at the 'beer belly' that was rising and falling behind the case not far away.
Traveling to the present, he had contact with the First Emperor no less than ten times, but after so many times, he had another bold idea more than once.
That is to touch the belly of the First Emperor.
They say the hair on a tiger's butt is hard to touch.
Can Zulong's belly be touched?
The more Zhao Hao thought about it, the more he couldn't suppress the turmoil in his heart. He couldn't help but tremble all over and his eyes were blurred.
Now that the dragon's belly is in front of him, he feels that if he doesn't touch it, he will be like Bai Chuanchuan.
"Anyway, there are no outsiders now, just touch it, just once."
Muttering in his mouth, Zhao Hao looked around, cautiously approached Ying Zheng, stretched out his hand, touched the rising and falling beer belly, and raised the corners of his mouth.
so excited!
So exciting!
This must be my most glorious moment in history!
Oh my God!
I was actually touching Qin Shihuang’s belly!
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