I received my adopted son in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 39 Fried dough sticks tofu brain and math problems
His father's life is in his hands, Sima Lang is willing to be a cow or a horse, not to mention making papers.Without hesitation, he picked up the pen and ink prepared by the guard and began to answer the questions seriously.

Old Dong asked the guards to light a stick of incense again to calculate the exam time, and then... nothing to do.

I was regretting that I had only produced one set of papers yesterday with Jia Xu, Li Ru, and the director Tian Yi, and I didn't think that Sima Yi would come with me, when I suddenly heard a loud 'gurgling' sound.

Only then did Old Dong cover his stomach, and said to Sima Yi with a smile, "If my nephew doesn't mind, why don't you have breakfast with me? If you guessed right, you probably haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"Uncle hasn't eaten yet?"

"Well, I've been waiting for you two for a long time, I'm afraid you two won't come, and I'm afraid you two will mess around..." Realizing that I had slipped my tongue, I quickly changed the subject with a smirk: "Well, that... my niece will also eat something together ?”

"Don't eat!" The store value of being gentle and virtuous has been exhausted, Cai Yan doesn't have any good looks at the moment.

But then, her beautiful Qiong nose twitched slightly, she looked at the food brought by the chef suspiciously, and couldn't help but whisper: "What is so fragrant?"

Sima Yi also sniffed vigorously, his cynical face was full of surprises: "That's right, why is it so fragrant?"

On the tray brought by the cook, there was a large bowl of tan soup, and white... food that looked like tofu, but was whiter and more delicate than tofu.

There is some sesame oil on the soup, which is fragrant and fragrant, and seasoned with dried shrimps, green onion and coriander.

On the side plate are eight or nine sticks of golden oil shiny pasta, which looks fluffy and crispy, and there are several small plates of pickled vegetables.

"Nephew, come and taste it. This is the tofu nao and fried dough sticks developed by my uncle."

Seeing the long-lost breakfast, Old Dong was so excited that he almost shed tears. He seemed low-key but showed off: "In order to make this breakfast, I had to first turn the dipping sauce into soy sauce and use it to hang pork bone broth. Then I trained After three days of ramming the goods, I barely learned how to fry deep-fried dough sticks."

"Mother, Taiwei's cooking skills..." The chef with a bruised nose and a swollen face wanted to cheer him up, but he had no education, so he could only say after holding back for a long time: "It's really amazing. I never thought that I could do this for breakfast!"

"Uncle can do everything, his skills are amazing, my nephew is an eye-opener." Sima Yi, who was worried about his father's life, planned to be polite to Old Dong.

But when he saw this delicious breakfast, he remembered that he hadn't eaten a single grain of rice last night, so he immediately changed his tone: "Given this by the elder, I dare not say it. Thank you for your kindness."

Immediately imitating the old Dong's appearance, he picked up a deep-fried dough stick and bit it in his mouth, and his eyes changed instantly: the aroma of wheat flour was fully stimulated by the oil, and the crispy aroma spread to the tip of the tongue.

I scooped up another tablespoon of tofu nao, and it melted in my mouth, and the broth was delicious.

Coupled with a piece of crispy pickled white radish slices, the wonderful enjoyment immediately makes the body and mind happy.In his 11 years of life, he has never had such an experience.

Dong Zhuo, who was snoring and eating happily, was still not satisfied, and regretted: "It's a pity that there are still tea eggs, but if you want to get that, you have to get out the fried tea first..."

Glaring at the cook, he said, "When will you be able to get the iron pot made by someone?"

"Tomorrow!" The cook trembled, and replied in fear.

"Look at your virtue!..." Old Dong curled his lips and said, "With the guidance of this old man, you will be the No. 1 chef in Luoyang and even the whole world in the future. , enough to ensure that your future generations will be rich and have no worries about food and clothing.”

The chef was taken aback for a moment, then his face was overjoyed, and he bowed his head to thank him: "My little man, thank you Taiwei, thank you Taiwei!"

"Well, in the future, we should be more festive when serving meals, and a mournful face will affect the appetite of this old man." Old Dong then nodded, and instructed: "For example, when you bring a pot of chicken soup in the future, you have to laugh first, be enthusiastic, and sing 'ah hey hey, Here comes the chicken soup', only the style of the No.1 chef, understand?"

"Taiwei is benevolent and generous. Giving a man a fish is not as good as giving him a fish. This is rare in the world."

Seeing this, Cai Yan sincerely praised him.Seeing Dong Zhuo and Sima Yi wolfing down their food, I felt a little hungry before I knew it.

After all, she only ate half of her breakfast.

Then he just waited impatiently for Dong Zhuo to give him a step down, and then invited himself once more, then he would...begrudgingly eat something, so as not to be angry with him.

Old Dong was not used to her at all, and deliberately shook his head with a half-smile: "Unfortunately, I invited you to eat just now, but you didn't eat..."

"Uncle..." Cai Yan subconsciously acted like a baby, her tone soft and sweet.

The two brothers of the Sima family were startled, and hurriedly refused to listen, one snored loudly while eating, and the other answered the questions vigorously, pretending not to hear.

When Cai Yan realized it, she also blushed with embarrassment, not knowing how to deal with herself.Fortunately, Old Dong laughed loudly, waved his sleeves and told the chef: "What are you doing still standing there, go and get another serving."

Cai Yan, who took a sip of the tofu nao, seemed to have little stars in her bright eyes, and her face was full of incredible joy: the combination of the salty and refreshing tofu nao with deep-fried dough sticks and pickled vegetables seemed to have some magical power, making the People stop after one bite, the more they eat, the more addicted they become!
At the same time, I also had a whim: If this tofu brain is mixed with honey and maltose, it may have a different flavor.

Sima Lang on the side was miserable.

Like his younger brother Sima Yi, he has not eaten a grain of rice since last night.

Originally worried that his father's life would last, but he raised his head and looked around, eating one by one with great joy. This kind of stimulation...it was insane!
"Uncle, elder brother too..." Although Sima Yi couldn't speak the sound of jiazi, he still felt sorry for his brother, and planned to suggest that he should eat first and then do the questions.

But before he finished speaking, Dong Zhuo flatly refused: "No, he can't eat it yet."

"Why?"

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and they must first suffer their minds and wills, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and disturb their actions..."

Just kidding, in the future Sima Lang will be arguing with vendors in the busy city, fighting wits and courage with those cunning officials, he can't even stand this little stimulation, how can he let him do anything with confidence?

"What uncle taught is, my nephew thanks."

Sima Lang's whole body was shocked, hearing the string song, he understood the elegant meaning, and understood that this exam was not only related to his father's life, but also seemed to be related to his own future.

But after answering some previous questions on the past and policy, his brows gradually frowned, and he couldn't help but whispered the following question: "A merchant in Luoyang bought a bucket of wine for 26 yuan in Dongshi, and sold it for 28 yuan. I bought it back with 30 coins, and then traded it with a merchant in Bingzhou with 33 coins. I asked how much the merchant earned?"

"Yinong put chickens and rabbits in the same cage. There are 30 heads and 88 feet in total. How many chickens and rabbits are there?"

"Jiangzuo Temple undertakes the construction of the mausoleum. The Zuo Xiaoling can be completed in June of the seventh year, and the Right Xiaoling can be completed in September of the sixth year. After the left and right school orders start together for one year, the Zuo Xiaoling will undertake the construction alone. How long will it take for the mausoleum to be completed? "

After finishing reading, he said in a daze, "Taiwei, this question..."

"It's very tricky, isn't it difficult?" Dong Zhuo couldn't help laughing, with a look of "deception and tirelessness" on his face: the pain of math problems should start from the Han Dynasty!

Get to know the "crazy swimming pool manager", "clear division of labor, tacit cooperation, and a conscientious foreman in the industry", "a perverted old farmer who insists on putting chickens and rabbits together and counting his feet", "buying and buying mentally handicapped businessmen" , and the power of the questions of "running back and forth between A and B, stopping and reversing the driver without any problems"!

Gentleman's rituals, music, archery, censorship, calligraphy, and counting six arts, don't say you can't count—this is the government affairs you will be most often exposed to in the future, don't even be inferior to the sixth grade students in the previous life.

Sima Lang curled his lips when he heard the words, and said disdainfully: "The person who asks such questions...is his brain sick?"

"The first thing to do in building a mausoleum is to keep it secret. If people know the location, what's the point? You Xiaoling started work for a year but disappeared. It's totally unreasonable. According to the "Han Law", these people should all be executed!"

"In addition, chickens and rabbits have different living habits. Chickens eat during the day and rest at night; rabbits rest during the day and move around at night. Raising them together will inevitably interfere with each other and affect growth."

"There is also the Luoyang merchant in the first question. Since Zhimao and Bingzhou merchants can benefit, why don't you buy a bucket of wine from Dongshi for 26 yuan, and insist on buying it back with 30 yuan?"

Old Dong's face with a smug smile suddenly darkened, and suddenly he felt that the tofu nao and fried dough sticks were not so delicious: "These questions were written by the old man himself..."

Sima Lang: "..."

(End of this chapter)