WeChat shakes out 5000 years

Chapter 298 Shenyan
Chai Luo still wants to refuse. I am still confused about how I came to Xianyang Palace. How can I care about your nonsense? With those brain cells, it is better to think about how to return to the real society.I'm not a crazy old man, I play so capriciously in time travel.If your time travel is a one-way street, you can't find the tune even if you cry.

When other people travel through time, at least they can bring some special products, tools, potatoes, corn, etc., and it is not a problem to get the emperor's favor.At worst, he can be regarded as a talented person, and he can just open his mouth with three hundred Tang poems.

But what about yourself?
Just a suit of clothes, blood-stained and torn from the battle with King Yama.The poems accumulated in my mind were all returned to the language teacher a long time ago.

Do you need some capital to start a business?

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly heard the voice of the deacon and eunuch from the entrance of the main hall:

"Imperial chef Pao Ding has prepared steamed fish according to the instructions of the immortal master, please see me!"

coming!

Forget it, everyone is here, so let's eat fish first, because the stomach is not full yet!

After Fatty Ying gave an order, Pao Ding walked into the hall with a big basin, followed by four servants.

The steamed fish in restaurants of later generations were all served on plates, but now look at the utensils used by Pao Ding...

Well, it's quite affordable, a bit of Northeast cuisine style!
After Ying Fatty and Chai Luo had steamed fish in front of them, Li Si, Wei Liao and Meng Wu also received the same treatment.Pao Ding knelt down in front of Dan Chi and said loudly:

"Just now, this old slave used the method taught by the immortal master to make some more. I invite the king, the immortal master, and the three adults to taste it!"

Chai Luo grabbed the chopsticks, broke open the fish, and tasted a piece.

How else can I say that he is a professional chef, even without too many condiments, he can still make steamed fish very tasty.At least he was much better than a half-cook like himself.

"Not bad, not bad, to win Fatty, Pao Ding can make such a delicacy with just a few words from me, it should be rewarded a lot!"

"Uh, yes, what the immortal master said makes sense. From now on, Pao Ding will be promoted to the first-class imperial chef of Xianyang Palace. He will be given the first seat in the palace to research brand-new dishes and benefit the common people!"

To benefit the people?

This is really nonsense!
The emperor's royal kitchen is specially made for the princes and nobles. How do you let them benefit the people?

Chai Luo gave a thumbs up in his heart, and had to praise Fatty Ying for his cleverness and quick wit.

Knowing the identity of Pao Ding Mo's family, give him a chance to benefit the common people, what is this called?Do what you like!
Didn’t the Mohists advocate serving the common people?

Alright, I'll give you a chance to do it, to help the common people to study more dishes, don't be so special and always stare at the princes and ministers of Xianyang Palace!

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity!"

Pao Ding respectfully kowtowed to Fatty Ying, turned around and saluted Chai Luo again.

Fatty Ying was waiting for Chai Luo to communicate with Pao Ding. After talking about the reward, he stared at the "immortal" without blinking, hoping that this guy could say something.However, Chai Luo didn't seem to see Fatty Ying's eyes at all, and he moved extremely fast to compete with the steamed fish in front of him. Fatty Ying's eyes were cramping, but the immortal master didn't even fart.

Your sister, immortal master, how many days have you not eaten, and you are still reincarnated as a starved ghost!
"Ahem, it tastes good, Pao Ding, it's none of your business here, go down first!"

"Yes!"

With a promise, Pao Ding left.Wei Liao, Mengwu and the others were also quite depressed, waiting for the immortal master's long speech, but in the end...

Forget it, eat fish, eat fish!

Well, it tastes really good...

Pao Ding is much more than Chai Luo, and the fish he cooks is ample, unlike stir-fried meat, what Chai Luo cooks is enough for one person.

Soon even the soup and water went into the stomachs of several people, and each of them still seemed to be unsatisfied.Looking at the monarch and his subjects wiping their mouths, Chai Luo was speechless for a while.Is this the person who will be emperor in the future?There are also prime ministers and dignitaries?
In fact, how did Chai Luo know that in the pre-Qin period, people's food was outrageously monotonous, and there were so many tricks in later generations, making soup was considered a meal.

Fried?This is almost a great invention at that time, especially for the majority of foodie friends, it is simply good news!

There was a pillar behind him, and Chai Luo had almost eaten, so he leaned on the pillar to catch his breath.The huge physical strength consumed before was finally replenished a lot.All the people present were smart, and it was obvious that Cai Luo was very tired.

God, who can tire the god like this.

Meng Wu was the first to speak:
"Master Immortal, you look very tired now, what happened? Do you need help?"

This is actually not a good question.

Chai Luo's appearance can be seen by anyone. He just went through a big battle with someone, otherwise how could he be covered in blood?Especially the corners of Cai Luo's mouth, nose and other places, there is also dried blood, and bruises can be clearly seen on the exposed skin such as the face and arms.The brutality of the battle can be seen.Maybe the gods suffered a lot in this battle.

That is a fairy!
If you ask, it may affect the face of the gods; if you don't ask, it seems that you don't care about the safety of the gods.

Zhu Bajie looks in the mirror, he is not a human being inside and out!
The most important thing is that if a few gods fight, Chai Luo will suffer and need help.How can I help?
What the hell!

That's the same sentence, that's a god!

Fatty Win is not easy to speak, this kind of tangled matter requires people like Meng Wu to ask questions.Everyone had this question in their hearts, and when Meng Wu asked, everyone's eyes were focused on Chai Luo.

Especially Win Fatty, my heart is almost in my throat!Worrying about how he should respond if the immortal master asks for help.

reject?Mad, what are you going to do in the future!

Don't refuse, is there any use for gods to fight mortals?

Chai Luo didn't think too much about it, but he hoped that he could have two helpers to help him charge forward in the real world.This is much more difficult than getting a passport to go abroad.

He waved his hand, reached out and fumbled around in his pocket, yes, the cigarette was still there, he threw one in his mouth, lit the lighter with a puff, and took a nice puff.

A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god!

In the eyes of Fatty Ying and others, what is normal in modern society would be awesome!
Flame in the palm of your hand?

Miracle!
And the magic smoke from the mouth of the gods...

If Cai Luo could see the psychological activities of everyone, he might be able to choke himself to death with a puff of cigarettes.

Holy smoke, Nima, it’s almost like calling it poisonous smoke. Second-hand smoke is more harmful than direct smoking.The nicotine content is almost enough to kill a alive and kicking mouse.

"I want you to help, but unfortunately, you can't help me with this. Hey, forget it, let's not talk about this!"

Immediately, everyone's hearts returned to their stomachs, and they could finally concentrate on Shenyan...

(End of this chapter)