my grandfather was qin shi huang

Chapter 24: The First Emperor: Should You Beat or Should You Beat?
Qin Shihuang raised his eyebrows suddenly, and glanced at him calmly from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing that the boy's face was normal, his expression was off, it seemed that he just mentioned it casually, and he looked away calmly, as if he didn't hear it, walked to his seat, turned around and knelt down, and waited. He asked Zhao Ying to serve him a meal.

"If it's really delicious, I'll definitely reward you today—"

"Father, you are the emperor, you speak the words of the king, and you say what you say, so don't let it count..."

Zhao Ying casually followed, and then unceremoniously sat down opposite the first emperor.

Anyway, the master I want now, Emperor Shihuang is impossible, and it doesn't matter if I give it or not, anyway, as the emperor's grandson, I don't lack anything.

Seeing the guards in the hall, their eyelids jumped wildly.

Today, it was useless for Zhao Ying to urge. As soon as this side sat down, the maid over there took the bowls and chopsticks very consciously and brought them in front of the two of them. Zhao Ying sat up on his knees, filled the bowls, and responded happily .

"Come on, Father, taste it while it's hot and see how it goes..."

The white jade-like sliced ​​noodles are sparsely matched with a few emerald green okra, and on top of the okra, there are a few slices of thin, brightly colored beef.

The aroma of oil, meat, noodles, and minced garlic, all these smells intertwined and blended together, rushing towards the face. Emperor Shi Huang, who didn't have much appetite before, suddenly had a bit of appetite for no reason.

He tentatively stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a few and put them in his mouth.

Smooth and refreshing, the taste is mellow!
"Not bad!"

The First Emperor couldn't help but nodded approvingly.

"It's just that the beef looks a little thin, remember to put more next time..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Ying cheerfully fished out a few pieces of beef slices from the earthen pot, which were obviously much thicker than his side, and put them in his own bowl.

"Beef is not easy to digest, you are old, eat less, it is not good for your body..."

First Emperor:……

I dare you to eat well, but I can't eat well?

This was the first time someone dared to use his age as an issue, and he was not allowed to eat something delicious.

The first emperor was almost amused by Zhao Ying's operation!

In a fit of anger, he stuffed several slices of beef into his mouth.

Hmm, it's full of fragrance and tastes good!
At this moment, he saw Zhao Ying take out a few cloves of garlic that had already been peeled from his sleeve like a magic trick, and stuffed it directly into his hand.

"Come on, father, this must be served with sliced ​​noodles, otherwise it will not be strong enough, come on, try it too—"

As he said that, before Emperor Shihuang could react, the dog clicked, took a bite of garlic, sucked it again, and took a big mouthful of sliced ​​noodles.

How delicious is Zhao Ying eating now!
There are more than ten catties of meat for a meal, and several catties of pasta are added.

To him, this bit of knife-sliced ​​noodles is a tooth-making sacrifice to suppress hunger, so it tastes extra delicious.

Seeing the dog take a mouthful of garlic and a mouthful of noodles, the first emperor looked at the garlic clove in his hand with some doubts, took a tentative bite, and then picked up a piece of sliced ​​noodles with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

hiss--

Spicy and fragrant!

It was unexpectedly delicious!
So, driven by Zhao Ying, the super food and broadcasting scene, on the long and narrow table, the grandparents and grandchildren, each with a garlic clove, and the other with a bowl of sliced ​​noodles, faced each other, slurping, eating so much Call a hearty.

In the entire hall, only the sound of the grandparents and grandson eating noodles was left.

The first emperor ate slowly, and Zhao Ying ate fast, but this guy ate a lot.

So, it was the same as yesterday, he didn't hold back his hunger, and Shi Huangdi finished eating, holding his stomach and belching comfortably, while looking at Zhao Ying who was still gobbling with interest.

Not to mention anything else, watching this child eat feels comfortable, and even his appetite improves a lot.

"What on earth is your sliced ​​noodles made of? It tastes pretty good..."

"Flour made from wheat..."

Stopping the movement of chopping noodles with broaching knife, Zhao Ying raised his head proudly.

"I haven't eaten it—"

"Wheat flour?!"

Shi Huang's eyes widened immediately.

Of course he knew about the flour made from wheat, but he never expected that it could be made into such a delicacy!

"Yes, it's made from wheat, which is ground into flour. Not only can you make sliced ​​noodles, but you can also make dumplings, fried dough sticks, sesame cakes, steamed buns and other delicacies. To be honest, it's more delicious than what we often eat now. The corn is much better. If the imperial court can vigorously promote it in the future, so that the common people can eat this, who in the world will not praise the kindness of the father..."

Hearing Zhao Ying mention this, Shi Huang couldn't help but slowly put away his smile.

Looking at the grandson who was trying his best to sell wheat flour in front of him, Qin Shihuang's face recovered a bit.

This involves the national economy and the people's livelihood, and it is not just a simple chat between grandparents and grandchildren at the dinner table.

"Do you think this thing is worth promoting?"

"Of course! It's so delicious—"

Zhao Ying nodded without hesitation.

The history of more than 2000 years in later generations has proved that wheat and rice are well-deserved staple foods, and Zhao Ying answered this point with confidence.

"good to eat?"

The first emperor's expression darkened suddenly, and he stared at Zhao Ying coldly.

"Do you know how much money it takes to build a stone mill, how many man-hours it takes, how many people and how much effort it takes to grind a set of flour? If you don't have servants to serve you, and you don't have the status of the eldest grandson of the Great Qin Emperor, you won't be able to eat three meals a day." , hungry and cold day and night, and you have to work hard to support the family, tell me, do you still think so?"

Zhao Ying: ...

Somewhat speechless, he looked at Shi Huangdi who suddenly turned black.

"Father, your old man directly said that my idea is unrealistic, and I don't know how difficult people's livelihood is - can I not know that grinding noodles requires manpower and material resources, which will increase the burden on the world? If I have no solution to the problem, Dare I say that?"

Zhao Ying complained a little.

"You old man don't even look at whose grandson I am..."

Yo, you're still out of breath!

Qin Shihuang raised his eyebrows jokingly.

"Oh, I'm still blaming you wrongly - let's hear it, I want to see what good ideas my grandson has -"

Zhao Ying chuckled, and moved forward mysteriously.

"I have my own plan here..."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his body, picked up his big porcelain bowl, and drank the soup inside, and then let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, hearing is believing, seeing is believing, I will show you a good show in a few days..."

Emperor Qin Shihuang:……

This stinky boy even betrayed himself.

However, this is not important. Even in his opinion, it is not important whether Zhao Ying can figure out a solution to this problem. There are so many people in the world who have not been able to solve the problem. Why should a teenager The child figured out the solution?

The important thing is that he understands the hardships of people's livelihood, and even wants to solve the problem!
As for others, they can be cultivated slowly.

"Okay, then I'll wait here—"

Having said that, Emperor Shihuang looked at him with a half-smile, and lightly tapped the somewhat jumpy grandson with his fingers.

"If you can't come up with a solution to the problem at that time, be careful and hit your board—"

Although his temperament is very to his liking, and he is also a bit clever, but what should be beaten should be beaten, and his temper should not be spoiled.

(End of this chapter)