my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 13 Huhai Sour
How dare someone eat at the same table with His Majesty!

This is disrespectful!
"Big……"

In a panic, he wanted to step forward to stop them, but before they rushed up, Qin Shihuang waved his hands calmly.

"You all step back..."

Everyone's eyes were horrified, and they secretly glanced at the young master who was kneeling and sitting opposite the first emperor, bowed his waist, walked out of the hall backwards, and before going out, he even closed the door very thoughtfully.

Hei took a step forward, before the first emperor picked up the bowls and chopsticks, carefully picked up the bowls and chopsticks placed next to him, and prepared to try it.

This is the rule.

Originally, there were people who were responsible for tasting food, and it was not his turn, the general of the Black Ice Terrace, to do it himself, but since everyone else was kicked out by His Majesty the First Emperor, as a courtier, he naturally took the responsibility very consciously. this responsibility.

However, before he could make a move, Emperor Shi Huang waved his hand to stop him.

"Okay, you step back—"

Hei withdrew his hand silently, although there was no wave on his face, his eyes still betrayed the shock in his heart.

His Majesty has repeatedly made exceptions for this Young Master Ying.

Zhao Ying didn't know the identity of this Hei, but seeing that he was serving Emperor Shi Huang's side, he knew that he must be a trusted confidant of Emperor Shi Huang, so he smiled friendlyly at Hei.

Picking up the bowl and chopsticks, he took a sip of the milky white mutton soup, then picked up a large piece of mutton and put it in his mouth. The delicious, crispy, plump mutton almost melted in his mouth, and his taste exploded instantly, which made him unable to help He narrowed his eyes happily.

It's not easy, after traveling for three days, I finally had a decent meal of mutton!
Hei nodded slightly, returned a gentle look, smiled humbly, and retreated to his corner again, like a shadow in the sun, standing there, motionless.

The monarch and his ministers have long been used to this kind of relationship.

Over the past few decades, there has been a tacit understanding.

Qin Shihuang fiddled with his small oval red fruit curiously, and his tone was a little uncertain.

"This is wolfberry, I remember it's a medicinal herb, right?"

Zhao Ying nodded with a smile.

"Yes, but it can also be used to stew meat or make soup. When you are free, you can also put it in a cup and drink it with hot water. It is good for your body—"

"Father, eat more. Adding wolfberry to this mutton soup will not only make it taste more delicious, but also have the effect of warming the heart and kidney, nourishing qi and blood, and nourishing the liver and kidney. Long-term consumption can improve chills Cold limbs, fatigue, fatigue and weakness. In short, if you are sick and recuperate, you are healthy, at your age, eating this is the best..."

This little mouth is pretty good at talking.

As for whether Zhao Ying was exaggerating the truth, he didn't mind, what was rare was the child's thoughtfulness.

Qin Shihuang smiled, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of mutton, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly, the juice flowed horizontally, and his eyes lit up instantly.

This mutton is full-bodied, delicious, tender, and crispy, without the slightest fishy smell of ordinary mutton. When you taste it carefully, there is even a faint sweetness. It is really delicious in the world!

I tried another sip of mutton soup. It was delicious, oily but not greasy, and warm. When I drank it in my stomach, even my stomach felt a little warm.

Seeing Qin Shihuang's expression, Zhao Ying knew that there was no mistake.

Immediately, his eyebrows were beaming, and he leaned in front of Qin Shihuang expectantly.

"Father, how is it, how is it, is it delicious?"

That look, like a child eager to be praised by the elders.Qin Shihuang couldn't help but burst out laughing, and nodded in embarrassment.

"Yes, this mutton is ingenious and interesting..."

Perhaps this stewed mutton with radish was really to Shi Huang's liking. Shi Huang ordered a bowl without knowing it. Seeing this, Zhao Ying knelt up straight and wanted to add more to Shi Huang, but Shi Huang shook his head and refused.

"I've already eaten—"

As he spoke, he glanced at his grandson who was still full of thoughts, and waved his hand.

"You only care about what you eat, don't care about me..."

After getting Qin Shihuang's order, Zhao Ying was not polite, stepped forward and brought the earthen pot, put it on the table in front of him, and let go of the speed directly.

So, one bowl, one bowl, one bowl, another bowl...

The wind blows the clouds!

At the beginning, Emperor Shi Huang looked at it with a smile on his face, but later he was dumbfounded.

He finally knew why this guy brought such a big crock pot here. His feelings were not because he was afraid that he would not have enough to eat, but because he was afraid that he would not have enough to eat!

He roughly estimated that the big earthen pot, including the meat and soup, must weigh more than ten catties?

Except for the first bowl, all the rest went into the grandson's stomach!
This amount of appetite is simply appalling.

Compared with the legendary Lian Po who fights rice and ten meats, his grandson is probably no worse.

"It's a really good appetite—"

Qin Shihuang genuinely sighed.

Zhao Ying wiped out the last piece of mutton in his mouth, picked up the bowl, and drank the mutton soup in one gulp, then continued to refill himself while replying.

"I didn't eat so much before, but in the last few days, my appetite has increased..."

For other things, you can cover it up. There is really no way to cover up your appetite. Instead of waiting for the first emperor to find out, it is better to get the vaccination in advance, which will look normal on the contrary.

Sure enough, when he said this, Qin Shihuang was not curious at all.

When children are growing up, their appetites increase. How normal is it? It’s not like we can’t afford it!
Therefore, the atmosphere in the hall is both harmonious and weird.

Qin Shihuang and his own grandson faced each other, and they huddled together in front of a few tables. One ate heartily, and the other watched with relish, which made Hei who was standing in the corner amazed.

The look in Zhao Ying's eyes became a little more friendly. His Majesty has never felt so relaxed in so many years.

"Report to Your Majesty, the Eighteenth Prince is asking to see you..."

Qin Shihuang was watching Zhao Ying eating, when suddenly he heard guards reporting from outside, the quiet and peaceful time of the grandfather and grandson was broken, Qin Shihuang couldn't help frowning slightly.

However, Hu Hai was his most beloved youngest son, so he nodded reluctantly.

"Let him in—"

Outside the palace gate.

Hearing the familiar voice of the First Emperor, Hu Hai, who was waiting outside the main hall, couldn't help but cheer up. Holding the boiled mutton he personally stared at, he went up the stairs excitedly, and the idea of ​​himself and his own A Weng had already begun to appear in his mind. Dinner, happy picture.

"Boy, I heard that Ah Weng has a bad appetite, so I specially asked someone to make your favorite boiled sheep, sheep..."

Hu Hai walked into the hall while talking.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he was stunned on the spot.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, I saw something!
My Aunt would actually allow others to eat on the same table as him!

(End of this chapter)