Quick Travel: Start by pretending to be an envoy to help the First Emperor’s infrastructure

Chapter 8 His Majesty the First Emperor is a sweetheart

Ying Zheng didn't have much time to rest even if he was in Chang'an Township. Fortunately, Xianyang Palace was not far away, and the memorial was delivered without delay in processing.

He suddenly stopped carving, "The envoy is still tossing those beans with Wang Li?"

Naturally, someone specifically reported where the two of them went and what they did yesterday. When they returned to Wang's house, they were drying herbs and brewing bean sprouts. There was a lot of commotion, so Ying Zheng only asked today.

"Yes." Meng Tian is basically guarding Ying Zheng. He is fully responsible for the safety of Xianyang's inner city, and he is naturally well-informed, not to mention knowing that Ying Zheng is concerned about the divine envoy. "Today, the Mo family sent the things that the divine envoy needs, saying It’s called a stone mill, and the gods have always used it.”

Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slips and stood up, his aura even more majestic. He originally thought that Wang Li and the Divine Envoy were close in age and would have more to say. After all, the Divine Envoy's character did seem a bit childish, so he did not take the initiative to disturb him. But now it is Be curious.

"Go and see."

A slightly deep voice came out, Meng Tian bowed his head and said: "Here."

You'an, Wang Li, and the sergeant next to him who was called to pull the mill all stared at the millstone that was producing the bean juice. It was difficult for Youan to operate the millstone. The muscles in the arms of the Wang family's sergeant bulged when they pulled it, and they had to rotate from time to time. one.

Mr. Shi worked all night to make the stuff, and his eyes were still green and black, but his eyes were really energetic. He couldn't wait to send them over, and stayed to see if they were suitable.

You'an didn't need to do it herself, even if it hadn't been processed in any way yet, the aroma of the beans after being pressed into dregs made her think about sweet soy milk and various soy products in her head.

"Hurry up, take this and burn it in a pot, and the shelf you put up can be used as well."

A group of people were willing to be there under her command. If they saw the divine envoy ordering them to soak a large bucket of beans, Qian Shou, who came from a poor family, would still feel a little distressed, but now that they saw something new, they were in a happy mood.

The divine envoy is indeed the divine envoy.

The soy milk, which was not much in the first place, was divided into several uses. After extravagantly filtering it with unused coarse cloth, Youan continued to make extravagant arrangements for the kitchen to cook a pot of sweet soy milk with a tripod and malt sugar.

For the time being, she couldn't even think about the possibility of being poisoned by the cauldron, so she rewarded her mouth first.

When Ying Zheng brought Meng Tian over, he could already smell the sweet bean fragrance that filled the air. As the emperor of the Qin Dynasty, he naturally had no shortage of good things to eat, but there really weren't many delicious foods to choose from.

Sweetness is a taste that many people can't resist. What's more, now it's mixed with the aroma of beans, stimulating the fragrance of grains, even he can't resist.

You'an refused Wang Li's suggestion to test the poison and held a cup of steaming soy milk. The rich heat hit her face. Her eyelashes were covered with mist, and her eyes were full of excitement.

Who would have thought that one day she would burst into tears over a cup of sweet soy milk.

There was no time to let it cool down, so Youan slurped it in a very shameless manner, making the slurping sound that made everyone around him swallow.

"Does it taste good?" Wang Li stared closely at the soy milk in You An's hand. When he asked the question, he couldn't bear to move his eyes. He answered without waiting for her to answer, "It must taste good."

He couldn't wait that long, so that the divine envoy wouldn't poison himself, so he immediately filled a cup himself, drinking like a cow without the touch of his tongue, which made Youan frown as he swallowed.

Is the tongue also made of bronze?
"Delicious!" Wang Li drank it all in one gulp. A glass of soy milk was as refreshing as a glass of strong wine.

You'an glanced at the soy milk in his hand and wondered if they were drinking the same thing?

In her mind, she couldn't help but imagine the three generations of the Wang family drinking and talking, each more generous than the other, eating meat in large quantities, and then the cups were filled with sweet soy milk. She was amused by the messy thoughts in her mind.

"Has what the God Envoy wanted been made?"

When You'an saw Ying Zheng coming from behind, her eyebrows relaxed and she burst into a big smile. Every time she saw His Majesty the First Emperor in majestic attire, she couldn't help but think: He is indeed the ancestor of her family.

Shamelessly build a relationship first.

"Your Majesty." You'an's voice was lively, and because his mouth was temporarily satisfied, his voice was a little sweet, "I have made one, Your Majesty, would you like to try it?"

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on the soy milk that was still slurping next to him, and he didn't ask for any poison test, "Okay."

After accepting a cup of soy milk calmly, Youan handed out some to everyone else, just like handing out melon seeds on the first day. However, most of them were waiting for Ying Zheng to drink first and did not dare to go overboard.But on the other hand, His Majesty the First Emperor has tried the poison for everyone.

The sweet bean flavor fills the mouth, and the already pleasant flavor of caramel is perfectly balanced by the taste that I have never tasted before. Although Ying Zheng doesn’t drink as much as Wang Li, he can’t measure it at all. Quite a few.

Elegant eating speed.

"Is this food from the God Realm?"

Seeing the glimmer of hope in Ying Zheng's eyes, You'an's heart twitched, Your Majesty, your wish for immortality cannot be defeated.

This thing is just soy milk, it has no so-called longevity effect as you imagine.

She categorically broke Ying Zheng's fantasy, "No, gods don't eat."

So don’t have any illusions and just keep in good health.

Disappointment flashed across Ying Zheng's face, he really had unrealistic ideas.

"Then what's over here?" There was a square plate of liquid next to it, which was slowly solidifying visibly to the naked eye. Ying Zheng felt that it was very strange, and what was even more surprising was that it was actually made by Shu.

You'an looked at the tofu that was about to take shape and salivated. "Tofu may not succeed, but the tofu should be edible."

Today, no matter whether it can be made into tofu or not, she has to eat even a plate of loose tofu.

Then, things went out of control.

She looked at Wang Jian and Wang Ben who were coming over to try it one after another. A group of top people from Da Qin were all staring at a piece of unformed tofu. She felt stressed about the tofu.

After half an hour, the remaining tofu was pressed tightly with heavy objects, and Youan used the only seasonings to make sweet and salty tofu.

She is not picky, and the tenderness is mixed with some incomplete texture, but it does not affect the deliciousness. Whether it is sweet or salty, she finds it delicious.

Youan observed carefully that three generations of the Wang family were salty, and even Wang Li, who liked to drink sweet soy milk, was salty when it came to bean curd.

Meng Tian, ​​on the other hand, is just like her, not picky.

As for His Majesty the First Emperor, to her surprise, he turned out to be a sweetheart! ! !

You'an had a wicked smile on his face, openly picking trouble, and finding someone who was faster with his mouth than his brain to bully him, "Wang Li, do you like sweet food or salty food?"

Wang Li wiped his lips with a hint of disgust, "Of course it's salty."

Ying Zheng: Huh? ? ?

He silently put down the cauldron in front of him, and a battle between the sweet and salty parties was about to break out.

Wang Li noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and later he glanced at the sweet tofu pudding in front of his Majesty. He turned to You'an with a stiff neck, his eyes full of accusations. You'an didn't feel guilty at all and smiled brightly.

Wang Li felt like he was being stared at by His Majesty and his eldest father, and he didn't dare to turn his neck easily. Thinking of the gods digging holes for him, breaking jars and breaking pots, he wanted to pull someone into the water.

"Does the envoy like sweet food or salty food?"

Of course, the adults weren't really angry about this issue. They just saw the two people fighting openly and secretly, and looked at You'an with a bit of a theatrical attitude, waiting for her answer.

Yau An: Huh?

(End of this chapter)