Da Qin: At the age of six, I beat Qin Shihuang at the beginning

Chapter 134 This is not a test of the nose, but the limit of imagination

Chapter 134 This is not a test of the nose, but the limit of imagination

Not to mention, Qin Mu was really looking forward to that scene.

After the snails were fried, Qin Mu added the boiled bone broth.

After that, as long as you wait enough time, the most important soup base of snail noodles will be ready.

At that time, the unique smell of snails will fill the kitchen.

Qin Mu once tried it. After he finished making snail noodles in the kitchen, the hired cook ran away overnight without even picking up the bedding.

Because he was afraid that others would say that he stewed excrement in the kitchen for others to eat, and then he would be beaten.

Finally, Qin Mu visited the thatched cottage three times before inviting him back.

Although it was clarified at least three times in front of everyone, the cook just didn't enter the kitchen for more than ten days.

He built a set of stoves outside the kitchen without a teacher, and played with the concept of a transparent kitchen that may be thousands of years ahead of the times.

Speaking of this, most of them should know the power of snail noodles.

Chef should be the most tolerant profession, but he can't stand the devastation of snail noodles.

And what will happen to the father who has been bellowing and eating all the time since he was born?
As time passed bit by bit, Zu Long's face changed little by little.

The smell of snails became stronger and stronger, and Zulong's face became more and more ugly.

Finally, Qin Mu finally took out his nuclear weapon.

Grab all the sour bamboo shoots and throw them directly into the snail soup.

Zulong's face changed drastically, his eyes trembled, and he didn't dare to look in the direction of the cauldron.

At this time, it was almost dinner time, and the cook walked in with the apprentices, humming a little tune.

It's just that, when he saw the steam in the room, he smelled that unusual smell at the tip of his nose...

His face changed drastically!

"Oops!"

He pushed the apprentice to the door: "Quick... hurry up... this... this is..."

The apprentice didn't know why.

The chef scrambled and scrambled, and finally ran out of the kitchen before spitting it out again.

He was still in shock, and rejoiced again and again: "Fortunately, I react quickly!"

The apprentice looked confused: "Master, what is that?"

"what is that?"

The cook glanced at him: "If you don't understand the rules, I'll tell you this time! This is what I told you, snail noodles!"

"This is snail powder? But I didn't smell it..."

"You have a typhoid fever attack, and your nose is blocked, so of course you can't smell it! But, you have to remember, to protect the honor of my chef, you must not go on a crooked path like the lord..."

The little apprentice nodded half understanding.

"Master, I can't smell it anyway, so I just went to see how the assist is done!"

The little apprentice went into the kitchen.

Not long after, his voice came from the kitchen: "Hey, Master, I seem to be able to smell the smell! This smell is really unique... Ugh..."

Qin Mu kicked him out without giving him a chance to spit it out.

He looked at Zulong, and his father was obviously trying his best to endure.

That face looked impassive on the surface, but anyone familiar with him knew that his facial muscles were stretched to the limit.

Zulong endured very hard.

It's rude to spit in front of other people.

He is the king of a country, he must not lose face like this!
Isn't it just smelly?
What kind of?
When I go to court, I wear a ring all over my body and a flat sky crown on my head. In order to maintain the majesty of the king, I often sit motionless for a long time!

There will be no sound in the ring, and there will be no shaking of the beads on the front and back of the flat crown!
No matter how big the news is, it can't shake his mind. Isn't it just a little smell now...

vomit……

"Hahahaha!"

Qin Mu burst out laughing.

Brat, tease daddy!

But why doesn't he feel bad? !

Qin Mu didn't wait much.

To be honest, even he couldn't bear the taste of the moment.

He grabbed the rice noodles and threw them into the pot. He only needed boiling hot soup to cook the rice noodles, and then they were ready to be cooked.

The translucent rice noodles were rolled up and down in the hot soup, and when they became transparent, Qin Mu finally decided not to wait any longer and scooped them up.

Then, fried peanuts and yuba skins were added to the bowl, and a bowl of snail noodles finally appeared in front of the two of them.

Qin Mu stuffed a bowl into Zulong's hand, then took the bowl himself, and walked out.

The smell in the kitchen was so strong that even Qin Mu, the instigator, didn't want to stay there any longer.

When the cook saw Qin Mu come out, his eyes widened.

"My lord! My lord! When you eat this snail powder, you have to find a good place! Don't let people smell the smell and think that my rice is stinky!"

Qin Mu giggled, and chose the location farther away.

If Zulong didn't have snail noodles, he might have been dragged down by the cook to chop them up.

Talking to the lord like this, is there a difference?

However, now his attention was all on the bowl of snail noodles, and he didn't pay attention to what the cook said.

Qin Mu himself doesn't care. He is essentially a modern person. In his heart, everyone is human. How can there be any distinction between upper and lower?
Soon, he and Zulong came to a corner.

In order to make it easier for the people in Zhuangzi to eat, Qin Mu imitated the university cafeteria in his previous life, specially set aside a courtyard, and built many tables and stools for eating.

He and Zulong are at the farthest corner of the table and chairs at this moment, trying to minimize the influence of snail noodles on others.

Until now, Zu Long's face is still full of resistance.

Qin Mu looked at him, ignored him, and took a sip of the soup with a smile.

Well, not bad, at least above average for me!
"Father, look at this first and I'll eat it. This snail powder also pays attention to how to eat it!"

"Pick a snail first, and gently suck it towards the opening, and the meat of the whole snail will be sucked into the mouth."

"Then take a sip of rice noodles, then take a vegetable leaf and drink a sip of soup."

Qin Mu demonstrated while explaining, and took a big mouthful after sucking it.

Then he picked up the rice noodles again, this time with peanuts and yuba skin.

He demonstrated the whole process.

Just for the demonstration, I ate half a bowl.

Zu Long looked across from him, not to mention being entangled in his heart.

How miserable was Mu'er's life before?
How did he eat such a smelly thing?

Even enjoy eating so much?
Zu Long thought that the taste of sour bamboo shoots was the limit in the world, but this fusilli ruthlessly broke his perception!
If the sour bamboo shoots are a corner that has not been cleaned for 300 years, then the smell of snail powder is the boots of soldiers who have fought for [-] days in a row and have not rested for a day!
It's not a question of whether it stinks or not.

It's a matter of the limits of your imagination.

You can think of how smelly it is, and the snail powder can be even smellier than that!

Therefore, Zu Long began a deep self-examination in his heart.

Why did I actually abandon him in the first place?
If it wasn't for that miserable childhood, how could he fall in love with this kind of thing?

Zulong suddenly burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)

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