Chapter 116 Large Intestine Sashimi

Outside Chang'an City in the middle of the night, there are always some ghost-like shadows wandering around.

But this time, the lonely ghosts actually formed a group. Several people squatted in front of the carriage, stuck their heads out, lit a fire on the ground, and looked eagerly at the official road outside Chang'an City, seeming to be looking at something.

"Mozi, why don't we go back? It seems that brother Huaiyu won't arrive until tomorrow."

Niu Jianhu pondered and finally spoke.

Qin Huaiyu is the oldest and most prestigious among them. He has taken them everywhere to play since he was a child. Unfortunately, after getting married, he went to the fiefdom and it was difficult to meet him.

It takes more than ten days just to get from the fiefdom to Chang'an. If there is no official business, it will be fine. If there is official business, I am afraid it will delay things. They are used to seeing each other once a year.

"Mozi, have you asked clearly where Brother Huaiyu was yesterday?"

Yuchi Baolin rubbed his hands and couldn't sit still. The night was cold and he couldn't wait. If they waited here, they might become slugs the next day.

"I don't know, that person is from Zuo Wuwei. When I came back from Babaili in a hurry, I saw Brother Huaiyu, uh..."

"Go back and wait again tomorrow."

The three of them got into the carriage dejectedly.

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something delicious."

Cheng Chumo suddenly looked at the two of them with a smile: "That's a secret recipe I got from Brother Liu Xuan. I heard it's extremely delicious!"

"Seriously?" When Yuchi Gong heard about Liu Xuan, he immediately became excited, "Mozi, you can't lie. Brother Liu Xuan's cooking skills have impressed us all. What we ate today were tomatoes and scrambled eggs, and That boiled fish is the best in the world."

Cheng Chumo froze, no, I just said it casually, pretending to be polite.

Where did I, Cheng Chumo, ask Liu Xuan for the secret recipe? I don’t even know how to cook. Weren’t you injured when you cooked beef last time?

If you don't sleep at night, are you going to rebel?

Niu Jianhu and Yuchi Baolin believed it, their fiery eyes were like looking at a big girl, which made Cheng Chumo's face burn.

"Well, Huzi, Linzi, aren't you sleepy?"

Niu Jianhu patted Cheng Chumo on the shoulder: "I'm not sleepy, but I'm hungry. Let's go for a walk and eat your secret food at your house!"

Yuchi Baolin yawned and cheered up: "Don't worry, Mozi, I won't let you two secretly eat delicious food behind my back. I have to go and take a look!"

Even if the bull blows out, he must catch it even on his knees.

"Let's go to my house. Just in time, there is a pig in my house that I can't get rid of."

"Mozi, what shall we eat today?"

"...large intestine...sashimi!"

…

In the Cheng Mansion, Cheng Yaojin squatted in front of the fire, smiling.

"Brother Qin is not here today, so we three brothers will have something good to eat."

"How about it? I learned this technique from Brother Liu Xuan. When it comes to making chicken, we, Lao Cheng, are the most professional."

The weather was a bit cold in the evening, Yu Chigong kept sneezing, and Niu Jinda squatted in front of the stove and played with his arms.

"Old Cheng, let's tell you something fun. Guess what Liu Xuan did to make His Majesty directly confer the title of Marquis of Lantian?"

When Cheng Yaojin heard this, he immediately scratched his head.

He didn't know what was going on here.

All I know is that His Majesty suddenly announced one day that Datang had a new marquis.

"Old Niu, you just stopped me from asking this question. Let's not talk about what Liu Xuan did. We don't know what your Majesty is doing now."

Yuchi Gong looked at the two of them from the side, recalling Li Shimin's temptation when he was inflated, and suddenly trembled for no reason.

"The king's heart is unpredictable. It's better not to speculate casually. Come, have something to eat."

Cheng Yaojin grinned: "You can just eat what you want! Why are you trembling?"

For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward.

Cheng Yaojin is good at everything, but he always says some inappropriate words in his mouth when eating, making the already poor taste more delicious.

"Lao Cheng, aren't you a professional at cooking chicken?"

Cheng Yaojin glanced at Niu Jinda: "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

"Try it for yourself. This taste is nothing like Brother Liu Xuan's technique. It's not like we have never eaten chicken cooked by Brother Liu Xuan."

Cheng bit the golden stem's neck and took a bite. The smug look on his face suddenly turned into pork liver.

What's going on? They're both chicken, so why do they taste so different? Is there any difference between chickens from the East Market and chickens from the West Market?

At this moment, the three people's ears started to move together, as if they heard some exciting words.

From the wall of the courtyard next door, Cheng Chumo's voice floated out: "Don't talk about this smell anymore, brothers, let me try it first!"

"This thing smells bad and tastes delicious!"

At this time, Cheng Chumo and the others had cloth stuffed in their noses. They looked at the dark juice in front of them and the pig intestines cut into sections. As if they had made up their minds, they picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece, and started eating. Put it in your mouth.

It was obviously for food, but the three of them had a determination to die that would kill thousands of people.

"Wait!"

"You three good guys, what good food can you eat?"

"Put it down and let me come first!"

…

After a while, there was a lot of excitement in the Cheng Mansion.

The sounds of vomiting, yelling, and feeble breathing continued to sound.

It didn't slowly disappear until late at night.

The morning sun shines on the West Market, covering people with a golden coat.

On the street, several newly opened shops are very conspicuous.

These shops all have black signs, and the clerks inside are also quite energetic, standing straight outside the shops.

Liu Xuan prepared breakfast early in the morning and took Yaya and Dazhuang out.

Liu Renyuan walked in front, Xue Rengui followed behind, Dazhuang and Yaya each held a fresh meat bun made by Liu Xuan in their hands, eating with oil dripping from their mouths.

"Yaya, you are a girl, you should be reserved when eating."

"Aye, what is reserved?"

"Reserved means that this thing is yours, but you can't eat it all in one bite in a hurry, you have to eat it slowly."

Yaya rode on Dazhuang's shoulders, and suddenly the movement of her hands stopped. For a little brain, she can remember anything you ask her to recite very quickly.

But if you ask her to understand something, she will be a little down.

"Aye, modesty, isn't it that you clearly want to eat, but you can't say you want to eat."

Liu Xuan smiled and rubbed Yaya's head. In an instant, the two braids on Yaya's head that Zheng Liwan had braided became messy and developed in the direction of a pillar.

"Almost."

Ya Ya frowned, looked at Liu Xuan, and started to chatter: "Aye, you said you can't say almost."

"This is almost, that is almost, and it will always be a little bit less in the future."

"Those big sisters clearly wanted to eat you, but they didn't eat you, but ate delicious food. This should be modesty, right?"