"Let the meat sit in there for a while and then eat it when it's cooked."
Feng Yong gave another order.
Although many people cook mutton for the fresh meat taste, Feng Yong would rather wait until it is cooked before eating it.
Otherwise, in the next generation, we can have surgery to treat parasites or bacilli, but there is no cure in this era.
Maybe Hua Tuo could cure it, but Hua Tuo's apprentice obviously didn't have this medical skill.
Zhang Xingyi put it inside for a while obediently, and then asked carefully, "Are you ready?"
"Okay, dip the meat in the juice and have a taste."
Feng Yong watched Zhang Xingyi put the meat into his mouth and asked, "How is it? Does it taste good?"
Zhang Xingyi didn't answer. After swallowing, he picked up a piece of meat and put it into the hot pot. "I'll try another piece later."
After watching her cook several pieces of meat in a row, her eyes turned into crescent moons, they realized that they had been tricked by her.
Just when Guan Ji was moving the chopsticks, Feng Yong had already put a piece of cooked meat into the seasoning bowl in front of her, "Xi Jun, please try it quickly."
Then someone kicked me under the table.
After sitting up straight, I took the opportunity to glance across the way and saw that Crescent Moon had been turned into almond-shaped eyes, and her mouth was bulging from how much meat had been stuffed into her mouth.
He looked very dissatisfied with being shown affection.
"Ahem, Siniang, you can also try this red oil soup. This is red oil boiled with bell peppers, which can ward off the cold. Mutton is also a warming and tonic food. It's just right to eat the two together."
Feng Yong coughed dryly.
"No, I just like this clear soup."
Zhang Xingyi snorted, then took a few pieces of meat and put them into the clear soup pot as if to demonstrate.
Guan Ji smiled and said, "This family banquet is just for Si Niang. You can eat whatever you like and leave your brother-in-law alone."
As she said this, she put the meat into the red oil soup without delay.
Feng Yong was annoyed and told Amei, "Go and get me a bowl of rice."
There is one disadvantage of eating hot pot. Without staple food, I always feel weak and unable to resist hunger.
He originally wanted to ask a few people if they wanted some staple food, but when he saw that the three women were all eating their chopsticks like flies and just staring at the gurgling hot pot soup, he stopped asking for trouble.
Although Li Mu remained silent, it was obvious that the red oil soup was very suitable to her taste. Except for the first time when she put the meat in the clear soup pot and rinsed it, the rest was all red oil soup.
She is indeed an authentic Sichuan girl.
Feng Yong ate quickly. He finished the rice in three naps and rinsed a large plate of mutton. He stood up and said, "Eat slowly."
Although the three women seemed to be eating happily, they were obviously worried about Feng Yong's presence, especially Li Mu. When eating, they always covered their mouths with their hands and ate in small bites.
It seemed that Feng Yong was worried for her.
He called Amei to follow him out, returned to the backyard from the front hall, and said to her, "There are two hot pots that have been washed in the kitchen. Take them to your room to light the fire."
"You can see what I do, and you can eat whatever you want." He burped and patted his belly, "Madam, you don't need to wait on me."
Seeing that she was still hesitant, he urged, "Go, what are you still waiting for?"
Amei whispered, "But Master, that is made of gold. How can your servant dare to use such an object?"
"Gold, what's gold? Copper is copper, how about gold?" Feng Yongyong waved his hand impatiently, "Do you still lack some copper at home? Go quickly, it's very annoying!"
I drove Amei away and returned to the house. As soon as I sat on the kang, I felt very warm. When it is warm in winter, I just want to doze off. When I doze off, I want to sleep...
I didn't know how long I had been squinting while I was lying down, but I felt like someone climbed onto the kang. It should be Guan Ji.
He was sleeping soundly and didn't bother to open his eyes. He mumbled, "Have you finished eating?"
Before the visitor could answer, a fragrant wind smelling of hot pot had already hit his nostrils.
It's just that this smell doesn't seem right?
Feng Yong sniffed again and heard someone say softly, "Well, I've never eaten food like this before, so I'm a little stuffed. Thank you A Lang."
"Thank me for what? This is for Siniang..."
At this point, the confusion in my mind finally disappeared, and I finally realized what was wrong.
Feng Yong got up with a start and shrank into the kang, "Siniang, why are you up here?"
"Seeing that Alang was sleeping soundly and there was nothing to cover him with, I wanted to cover Alang with a blanket."
Zhang Xingyi raised the blanket in his hand and prepared to move it over.
Feng Yong glanced at the door, sweating on his forehead, "Sister, please don't make trouble. The door is open. If Sanniang comes in and sees you, you will be in trouble."
"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Xingyi forced him into a corner and licked his lips, "My sister is still talking to Li Mu in the front yard. Will she be back soon?"
Seeing that Feng Yong was still talking, Zhang Xingyi's face darkened, "You're not a coward, if you do this again, I'll shout!"
call?
The sweat on Feng Yong's forehead had begun to flow.
"Amei is in the room next to her!"
"Hmph, give her ten courages, how dare she say nonsense?" Zhang Xingyi said without fear, "Don't be nagging! Just for a moment!"
Feng Yong didn't dare to move anymore.
Then my heart was filled with the smell of hot pot.
After a while, Zhang Xingyi said quietly, "I also know Alang's difficulties, and sometimes I don't want to let go. It's just that I can't do it!"
Having said this, she turned around and bit Feng Yong hard on the arm.
Severe pain came, and Feng Yong did not dare to say a word.
"Does it hurt?"
"pain?"
"It hurts, that's right, I feel the same pain in my heart."
Zhang Xingyi shrank and said, "But every time I think of A Lang's feelings for me, I feel that the pain is worth it. A Lang, I want..."
Feng Yong trembled and glanced at the door subconsciously.
"I want the secret hot pot recipe that Alang made specially for me."
"Okay, I'll write it to you right now."
Zhang Xingyi is not a person who doesn't know the importance of things. Knowing that Sister Guan will come back at any time, she reluctantly got down from the kang and laid out the paper for Feng Yong with her own hands.
The process of hot pot is not complicated and can be written clearly in three or two strokes.
Zhang Xingyi folded the paper, put it in his arms, and said softly, "Thank you, A Lang. I will definitely keep it carefully with whatever A Lang gives me."
"It's not something that's kept secret."
Feng Yong felt that she was making a fuss.
"Of course this hot pot is not something kept secret, but what about that peach blossom poem? Doesn't Alang want to keep it secret too?"
Zhang Xingyi's eyes were even more tender.
"What peach blossom gift?"
Feng Yong thought about it for a long time, but couldn't remember that he had written any peach blossom poems. He thought to himself, maybe someone used my name to write some articles?
Zhang Xingyi came over again and said softly, "On this day last year, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. I don't know where the faces are, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
When Feng Yong heard this, the body of a tiger, a dolphin, and a dog suddenly shook!
"Si...how does Si Niang know this poem?"
Then Feng Yong remembered a strange incident from that year.
When he went to the Qin Mansion, he happened to meet Du Zhen. The guy didn't even say hello to him, but just covered his face and ran away.
It turns out that the root cause is here.
Zhang Xingyi did not answer, but continued to say, "I was born before you were born, but you are already old after you were born..."
The dog's body trembles again!
Ma Dazui, I shouldn't have saved you!
Whether I let you die of illness in prison or be beheaded by the Prime Minister, it is better than being tricked by you now!
Why is Siniang so affectionate towards me? Now I finally know the answer.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps was heard outside, and Guan Ji hurriedly walked in. When she saw the two of them in the room, she was stunned for a moment, and her face became a little weird.
"Sister, I'm asking my brother-in-law for the secret recipe of hot pot." Zhang Xingyi raised the paper in his hand and smiled. "In the future, there will be cows falling to death on the ranch in Hanzhong."
Guan Ji's expression relaxed and she said with a smile, "Don't do more evil. There are many sheep in the pasture, so it's good to eat mutton."
She said this to Zhang Xingyi, and then immediately said to Feng Yong, "Alang, go to the front hall quickly, Uncle Zhao is here."
"Uncle Zhao?" Feng Yong's first reaction was the old housekeeper who stayed behind at Jincheng Zhuangzi, "I didn't ask him to come over! Did something happen to Zhuangzi?"
"It's General Zhao!"
Feng Yong was startled and hurriedly walked out, "Why did General Zhao come suddenly? And no one came to notify him in advance!"
"Put this coat on first, it's cold outside."
Guan Ji caught up with him, and while putting on Feng Yong's coat, she said, "Uncle Zhao doesn't look like he's in a hurry, he just came over suddenly for some reason."
Returning to the hall in the front yard, I saw Mr. Zhao sitting at the table with a majestic look, and Li Mu was waiting carefully, helping to pour the entire plate of meat into the hot pot.
It seemed that the table had been cleaned up, and a table was rearranged specifically for the old man.
Mr. Zhao didn't even look at Feng Yong. He just stared at the steaming hot pot and said, "Coming?"
It's as if he is the owner here.
Before Feng Yong could answer, the old man ordered Li Mu again, "Go get some more meat. This is not enough for Han Ya."
Li Mu didn't dare to neglect and trotted out quickly to prepare.
"Sit down, what are you doing standing there?"
Zhao Yun pointed to the chair next to him.
"Oh, okay, sit down."
Feng Yong finally came to his senses and sat down next to Zhao Yun.
Li Mu came back soon, holding a basin as big as his head in his hand, and complimented, "In ancient times, Lian Po could still eat a bushel of rice, ten pounds of meat, wear armor and mount a horse."
"The old general is so powerful that his food is not inferior to that of Lian Po. He galloped from Jicheng to Pingxiang, but he did not show signs of fatigue. He is even better than Lian Po."
Zhao Yun laughed and pointed at Li Mu, "I know you. Are you that so-and-so from Nanxiang?"
"I am a member of the Li family. I have a humble name and a nickname."
Li Mu was very wise.
"Yes, it's that Nanxiang Lady Mu!"
Zhao Yun kept laughing, "She is a heroine who even men feel inferior to. It's not simple!"
"Thank you, old general, for the compliment."
Li Mu had a modest smile on his face, feeling slightly blessed.
Zhao Yun turned around and glanced at Feng Yong, "You really have a good sense!"
ah? What does it mean?
Feng Yong looked at Li Mu subconsciously, and happened to meet Li Mu's gaze looking over.
Her face turned slightly red and she lowered her head in shame.
"Master...cough, old general, this..."
"Okay, okay, why don't I just say a few words to your wife Ru? Look at you, you look so worthless!"
"You and Erlang are biological brothers. As an elder, is this considered rude?"
Zhao Yun interrupted Feng Yong angrily and waved to Li Mu, "Okay, go down. I'll do it myself."
Li Mufu glanced at Feng Yong shyly, then turned and left.
You should explain it, this is related to your reputation!
Feng Yong watched helplessly as Li Mu walked out.
Zhao Yun scooped up the cooked meat from the pot, dipped it in the bowl, and swallowed nearly half the bowl of meat. Then he exhaled with satisfaction and nodded, "You really know how to enjoy yourself."
"Eat well, use it well, even if you choose someone like Madam, she will be a top-notch person."
The old man raised his thumb in a nonchalant way and praised him.
"Old general, she is not my wife."
Feng Yong weakly tried to defend himself.
"Go away! It's okay to deceive others with such words, but can you also use it to deceive me?" Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong with disdain, "Do you think I am blind?"
"If she's not Mrs. Ru of your family, then she is a maid? This is too much. This woman is no better than an ordinary woman, and she is not worthy of the main wife, but she should be given the title of concubine first, otherwise it will be too cold to others' hearts. ”
Mr. Zhao taught him a lesson in a serious manner, "If you make great achievements in the future, maybe you can give her a concubine, so that you can live up to being helped to manage such a large property for you."
"Okay, okay, the old general is right."
Feng Yong dared not say anything about the old man's interference in his own backyard, "But I don't know if the old general came suddenly this time. What's the emergency?"
When it came to business, Zhao Yun's face straightened up, and then he cooked a lot of mutton, and then asked, "Didn't the Prime Minister ask you to write a letter to Li Feng? Have you written it?"
"It's already written, but I haven't had time to send it out yet."
Feng Yong was shocked. Before he had time to figure out how the old man knew about this, he had to explain it first.
"Just leave it to me when the time comes, and I'll help you deliver it."
Zhao Yun slurped down another large bowl of meat and sighed, "It's a pity that there is no wine."
Can you speak well?
Feng Yong was full of complaints. The old guy's sudden visit this time was obviously related to Li Yan's incident.
He had no choice but to get up and go outside to get a jar of mead. He also ordered Guan Ji to keep everyone away from the hall.
"You just don't have the eyesight of Mrs. Ru of yours. You won't come up with anything good until I tell you."
Zhao Yun's eyes lit up when he saw the wine jar. He grabbed it and took a big sip before he burped and said, "This wine is good!"
"Old general, let's talk about business, business."
If I can't beat this old man, I really want to pick him up and interrogate him.
"Okay, let's get down to business." Zhao Yun took another big bite and then said, "The Qiang Hu over there in Longxi may be in trouble this winter, and I need you, the Qiang Protector Colonel, to make a personal trip."
Feng Yong was startled, "Qiang Hu from Longxi?"
Among the four counties of Longyou, the Qiang and Hu in three counties have been suppressed and pacified. Only Longxi is because the area is too large and the Han only controls the east.
So Feng Yong planned to leave the Qiang and Hu in Longxi until next year to deal with it, but he didn't expect that a problem would arise at this time.
"Yes." Zhao Yun nodded, "We have received news that not only is there a drought in Longyou this year, but there is also a severe drought in Liangzhou. The Qianghu in Liangzhou are having a hard time this winter."
Feng Yong frowned, feeling a little regretful, "I was negligent. I should have thought of this a long time ago."
The ancients didn't know what low pressure and humid air coming from the sea meant. Didn't they know the source of rainfall in Liangzhou?
On this point, I was indeed careless.
While he was thinking about it, he saw Zhao Yun take out another thing from his arms and hand it over, "I signed it before going to Longxi."
Feng Yong opened it inexplicably and took a deep breath on the spot.
He looked at the door, then lowered his voice and said, "Impeach Li Yanshu?"
"at the end."
Zhao Yun pointed out.
Feng Yong's eyes fell to the end, and he saw the names of Zhao Yun, Deng Zhi, and Ma Dai on it.
"I originally wanted you to deliver the letter to Li Feng first, and then come to find you, but something like this happened in Longxi, so I had to let you know in advance."
Zhao Yun took another sip of wine, as if he was talking about a very common thing, "Longxi is too far away, and it's too cold in winter. I'm too lazy to run there to find you later."
"Originally, you are not qualified to sign this matter, but because you wrote a letter to persuade Li Feng, so according to the Prime Minister's wish, you are also asked to sign."
Zhao Yun glanced at Feng Yong, slightly surprised, "You can actually keep your composure."
What do you know?
Our fourth mother has already analyzed this with me.
