Chapter 171 Li Shimin: This soup is so delicious that I am overflowing

Fang Xuanling ignored Li Shimin and smiled at Liu Xuan: "Thank you, little brother Liu Xuan, for your guidance. This small gift is not a sign of respect."

Liu Xuan smiled: "Old Fang, you're too polite."

Fang Xuanling was not polite at all. She looked at Li Shimin calmly, and then slowly said to Liu Xuan: "Brother Liu Xuan, this is not a trivial matter. If you can help my old house solve such a big matter, I definitely can't come empty-handed."

Liu Xuan smiled and nodded.

"Liu Xuan, Lao Fang, what are you talking about?" Li Shimin suddenly became curious. Could it be that there is some ulterior deal between Liu Xuan and Fang Xuanling?

Liu Xuan didn't say anything, and Fang Xuanling smiled and said nothing.

It’s so hidden, how can you bring it out?

"Why don't you two keep silent? You're making me anxious."

Li Shimin scratched his head and scratched his head, impatient. At this moment, he was not an emperor, but an ordinary middle-aged gossip in Chang'an.

"If you don't tell me, don't tell me. Liu Xuan, I have to taste the food you are eating today. This taste is familiar but also a little strange."

"Is it mutton?"

Liu Xuan smiled: "Then please."

The three huge boxes that Li Shimin brought were all filled with copper coins. After Liu Xuan took a look at them, he had them moved into the warehouse.

Fang Xuanling's box is more refined, unlike Li Shimin's rough box, which looks like it contains heavy objects.

The quaint little box is filled with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists.

In the backyard, Yaya and Da Zhuang sat obediently. Not only did they wear scarves themselves, but they also wore scarves for Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling.

It's just that Yaya's hands are a little light and she won't tie knots. The scarf strap around Li Shimin's neck can be loosened if nothing happens.

But Fang Xuanling's side was different. Da Zhuang was a bit strong, so he tied the rope in a tight knot while laughing.

Now Fang Xuanling rolled her eyes, as if someone had grabbed fate by the throat, and she felt uncomfortable.

It wasn't until Liu Xuan came over and easily untied the knot that he let out a long breath.

When the weather is cold, there's nothing better than a bowl of mutton soup to warm you up.

Special mutton bones, with the blessing of special kitchen utensils, have been simmered for several hours. The soup, which was originally like clear water, has now turned white.

In the huge sea bowl, the sliced mutton exudes a unique fragrance. It is sprinkled with chopped green onion, coriander, special spice foam, a little green salt, and then a piece of Liu Xuan's special mutton oil chili cubes. , condensed with fat and chili, lying quietly at the bottom of the bowl, like a young girl taking off her clothes, waiting to release herself.

The moment a spoonful of mutton soup was poured on them, Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling suddenly looked up in the direction of the kitchen.

Their bodies quickly became restless.

"Lao Fang, do you feel anything?"

"Master, what is that? It seems like something is moving."

"Yes." Li Shimin's eyes burned, "It's our hearts that are moving."

Fang Xuanling took a deep breath and tried not to tilt her body: "Master, if this smell had been there on that night, I'm afraid there would be no need to bleed."

No one can say anything about the Xuanwu Gate, but only two people can say it.

One is named Du Ruhui and the other is named Fang Xuanling.

Both of them were the ones who made the final decision for Li Shimin. At this time, Fang Xuanling mentioned the night at Xuanwu Gate and compared it with the taste of mutton soup. For a moment, Li Shimin's face stiffened.

No one has mentioned it in a long time.

But it seems that Lao Fang was right.

If that night, I had prepared such a delicious delicacy from heaven and earth and made soup outside Xuanwu Gate, I guess there would be no need to bleed.

A bowl of mutton soup, and the military power is already in your hands.

Do not believe?

Now ask Qin Qiong, if you were allowed to eat such delicious food every day, but you had to give up your current status, would you be willing?

Qin Qiong must be willing.

He was already old. During the battle at Xuanwu Gate, many people from Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji were also old and no longer young.

The maids shook their bodies and placed the mutton soup in front of the two of them.

At this time, Da Zhuang and Yaya were impatient, but they couldn't bear to have guests at home.

Yaya looked at Liu Xuan anxiously, especially when she saw Liu Xuan walking leisurely, she stamped her feet anxiously.

"Aye, hurry up, can I eat it?"

Da Zhuang was relatively calm, raising his head and swallowing quietly.

Li Shimin moved his index finger, as if there were ants crawling under his feet.

"Liu Xuan, why does this soup...smell so delicious..."

Liu Xuan looked at the two of them with a smile: "You came at the right time today. This pot of soup has thirty years of skill and is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Fang Xuanling rolled up her sleeves, held on to her beard, pouted her lips, stuck her head out, and took a gentle sip from the edge of the ocean bowl.

In an instant, a fresh and spicy feeling rushed straight to my forehead.

At this moment, the night became warmer.

"Good soup, good soup, this mutton soup is unparalleled in the world!"

Liu Xuan put the cut shredded pancake in front of him into the mutton soup with a smile.

Gudu Gudu...

The shredded cake, at this moment, hungrily absorbed everything in the mutton soup, and bursts of bubbles appeared.

After a while, I was full.

Liu Xuan picked up the chopsticks, picked up the shredded pancake, rolled up a piece of mutton with chopped green onion and coriander on it, and put it into his mouth.

The juice flowed down the corners of her mouth, making Fang Xuanling and Li Shimin restless.

Slurp...

Ya Ya is young and not as efficient as others in eating, but she eats deliciously.

The same goes for Da Zhuang. If Da Zhuang were to do food broadcasting in the future, I'm afraid all the broadcasters in the world would have to beg for food.

If such a person does food broadcasting, others will have no way to survive.

Today's Li Shimin and Fang Xuanling are even more exaggerated than Da Zhuang.

A bowl of soup was cleaned up in less than three minutes, and even the bottom of the bowl was licked clean.

"Liu Xuan, where is the pot, I'll go get it myself!"

Liu Xuan waved his hand: "Hey, Lao Li, Lao Fang, leave it there, I'll do it."

After a while, three bowls of soup were eaten, and Fang Xuanling and Li Shimin were excited and full.

At this time, Li Shimin finally realized one thing, he was full.

It felt like something was slowly coming out of his throat. He had to look up, stand up, and stamp his feet hard a few times before it subsided a little.

"Liu Xuan, I came here for another thing today."

"You want to build a house in Lantian, right? Let's find some time to go and have a look tomorrow afternoon. I've found the best Feng Shui master in the world for you."

Li Shimin blinked his eyes, as if he meant something.

When Liu Xuan heard this, he put down his chopsticks: "Old Li, have you really thought it through?"