Wei and Jin Cooks

  Chapter 1007 Filial piety

  Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and said nothing.

  When Zhao Hu heard this, his eyes rolled. Was Zhao Cheng defending him just now?

  Zhao Hanzhang got up, straightened his robes and said: "Uncle, you are hungry all the way into the palace, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

   After saying that, he got up and left, and took Zhao Yunxin away by the way, and the maids serving in the hall immediately followed and retreated.

  As soon as he left the house, Zhao Hanzhang said to Zhao Yunxin: "Go and bring all the materials on the burned houses. By the way, bring the land deeds too."

   Zhao Yunxin responded.

  Zhao Hanzhang took Tinghe to the ear room, where there was a small kitchen, where Zhao Hanzhang and the ministers usually made tea and made some snacks.

  Now the palace is poor, the so-called big kitchen is for the guards to cook food, the emperor and Zhao Hanzhang's meals are all cooked in their own small kitchens.

  The small kitchen in the side room is responsible for the lunch of Zhao Hanzhang and the ministers on duty.

  Of course, it’s hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. With the amount of money allocated by Zhao Hanzhang, the cooks don’t have much room to play.

  The most sumptuous meal they have eaten in the palace so far is noodles with two eggs.

  At this time, Zhao Hanzhang wanted to invite Zhao Hu and Zhao Cheng to eat this bowl of noodles.

The cook immediately opened one of the vats, opened a fine cloth bag from it, and scooped out half a bowl of noodles carefully. He poured the noodles into the basin, then opened the other vat, scooped out a small half bowl of yellow bean flour from it, and poured it out as well. into the basin.

  He stirred it, then added a little water as he considered it, and moved his fingers quickly to make the flour moist slowly, and then dripped some water, he put the water bowl aside, and began to stir and knead in the basin.

   Zhao Hanzhang saw that it was interesting, so he rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands: "I'll do it."

  The cook hesitated for a while and moved away.

  Zhao Hanzhang began to knead the dough, not to mention, kneading the dough is quite fun.

  It’s a great exercise for arm strength. The most important thing is that when you press and pull, the surrounding area is very quiet, and your mind, which has been chaotic and sleepy due to the administration of politics in the morning, suddenly wakes up.

  Zhao Hanzhang got up thoughtfully, kneaded the dough, and she let it aside to the cook.

  The cook rubbed the dry flour with one hand, kneaded and beat it, and kneaded it into a ball after a while. When he walked to the stove, he saw that the soup was just boiling.

  He immediately picked up a knife, and cut the dough slices into the pot with ease.

  Zhao Hanzhang looked at his sword skills that were almost a shadow, and said with a smile: "This is good, I want to learn it too."

   Ting He: "... In the early years, my wife asked you to learn a few cooking skills. You didn't learn them, but spent time learning riding and archery and martial arts. Now you don't need to learn cooking skills. Why are you interested in this again?"

   "It's okay to learn some cooking skills," Zhao Hanzhang said: "You can be filial when it's critical."

  She observed the chef's skill in shaving the noodles, and she didn't look back until he finished shaving, so she stepped forward and said to the little waiter who was lighting the fire, "I'll cook it."

  The little servant was startled. He was squatting, but he fell to his knees, lowered his head and dared not speak, trembling.

  Zhao Hanzhang smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, I don't dislike you for not cooking well, but I said that I want to make noodles for the Seventh Lord, so I can't just knead the noodles, right?"

   "This kitchen job, I will also be able to light the fire."

  The chef hurriedly said to the waiter: "Why don't you thank General Ron?"

  The servant kowtowed again and again, "Thank you, General, thank you, General."

  Zhao Hanzhang saw his head slamming on the ground, his forehead was instantly covered with black ash, and it became red and swollen, and it looked black and red all at once.

  She felt sore, she stretched out her hand to stop him, with a smile still on her face, she waved her hand happily and said, "Everyone in the small kitchen has contributed a lot today, and tonight I will reward each of you with an egg, and the chef will have two."

  Everyone's eyes lit up, don't underestimate this egg, even Zhao Hanzhang, now only eats two eggs a day.

  Everyone quickly knelt down to give thanks.

  Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand, squatted in front of the stove, and thought about adding firewood to it.

  Chef boiled the noodles, picked them up, added soup, cracked two more eggs and boiled them, picked them up and divided them into two bowls, and added a handful of vegetables...

   Not long after, two bowls of noodles with meat and vegetables, half yellow and white and half green, are ready.

   Leaving aside the taste, the color and taste are at least top-notch.

  Although Zhao Hanzhang has only eaten lunch not long ago, he is a little hungry now because his brain is exhausted quickly.

  But she held back and took the two bowls of noodles back with the tray herself.

   Alas, the landlord's house has no food left, this is for Zhao Hu and Zhao Cheng.

  With a smile on her face, she walked towards the side hall very warmly, and then she bumped into Zhao Cheng coming out of the room with a serious face.

   Zhao Hanzhang's smiling face collapsed with a bang.

   At first glance, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Hu were not having a very pleasant conversation.

  After thinking about it, she handed the tray to Tinghe behind her, and walked forward.

  Zhao Cheng has already stood aside and saluted.

  Although he is an elder, Zhao Cheng never regards himself as an elder unless he is in Zhao's residence, talking about private matters or when he needs to discipline her.

  Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Chengdao: "There are no outsiders at this time, uncle doesn't need to see outsiders with me."

  Zhao Cheng straightened up, cupped his hands and said: "I'm fine, I'm going to step back first."

  Zhao Hanzhang stopped him and asked, "Did uncle quarrel with uncle again?"

  Zhao Cheng didn't speak.

  Zhao Hanzhang asked, "Did uncle persuade my uncle to donate the family property to me?"

  Zhao Cheng emphasized: "It is donated to the national treasury and donated to Dajin."

  Zhao Hanzhang nodded, thinking that he was right to emphasize, and then said with a smile: "Uncle must not want to."

  Zhao Cheng remained silent.

Zhao Hanzhang said with a smile: "If it were me, I might not want to either. For my uncle, his family property is second only to Uncle Cheng and his first cousin. Da Jin neither granted him a marquis, nor promised him wealth in the future. Why did he Do you want to donate your family property to the country?"

  Zhao Chengdao: "Without the protection of the country, how could he accumulate these wealth? Now that the country is in trouble, as a citizen, he should contribute his strength."

   "He has done what he should," Zhao Hanzhang said: "Uncle doesn't know how powerful my uncle is. In the past few years of fighting, his family's taxes and donations alone have supported my Zhao family's 50,000 soldiers."

"It wasn't raised for one day, but for four years. Only this time, the money he paid saved the whole state of Youzhou," Zhao Hanzhang said, "I don't hide it from my uncle. The amount collected this time is one-third of the money.”

   It is equivalent to a national tax collection, and Zhao Hu paid one-third of the treasury tax by himself.

  She sighed and said, "To be honest, if my uncle hadn't been so temperamental, I was afraid that he would cause a catastrophe. Only his taxes and donations in the past few years would have given him the title of marquis."

  Zhao Cheng, who had already calmed down, said immediately: "You can't seal him!"

  Zhao Hanzhang looked at him.

  Zhao Cheng smiled bitterly and said, "Sealing him is harming him."

Good night

  (end of this chapter)