Chapter 220 This thing should only exist in heaven

"Father, do you think that method really exists?"

Li Yingzi narrowed his eyes at this moment, and his appearance was exactly the same as Li Jing.

Li Jing smiled and said lightly: "Yingzi, many things in the world may be connected somewhere."

"Maybe there is such a method, but we haven't seen it yet."

Li Jing's voice was not loud, but rather tactful.

Li Yingzi pouted, and the heroic spirit in his eyebrows burst out: "I think there is no such method at all."

"In the Han Dynasty, so many people with literary and military strategies couldn't think of it, which means it doesn't exist."

Things like respecting the past and despising the present happen in any era. In Li Yingzi's world, such people can't exist, otherwise how can they still fight after so many years?

At this time, Li Jing no longer cared about what Liu Xuan said, and those words were very plain in his eyes. As a general, he hoped that it was true.

At this time, his eyes were focused on Da Zhuang, and the whole person seemed to be possessed.

The maid quickly brought the dishes to the table in front of him.

Li Jing came back to his senses. Facing Da Zhuang, the look in his eyes was very unusual.

Li Yingzi looked at her father with some curiosity. This look was very strange. The last time he had such an expression was when Li Jing saw the silver spear.

That was the most enthusiastic love of a general for weapons.

"Guest, the dishes are all here. Please enjoy."

The maid took the opportunity to open the lid, and the atmosphere changed in an instant.

Mapo tofu, an intoxicating fragrance instantly burst out, directly hooking Li Jing's nose.

"Hiss..."

"This smell..."

Li Jing took a deep breath and leaned back a little, trying to straighten his back, otherwise it would seem that he had never seen the world.

"Yingzi, you..."

Li Jing turned his head and wanted to ask his daughter, and then he was dumbfounded.

Li Yingzi is not Li Jing. She doesn't care about her image, and she doesn't need to pretend. As soon as the four dishes came up, the fragrance instantly conquered her completely.

At this time, Li Yingzi had already put a piece of meat into her mouth with the chopsticks in her hand.

Instantly, the softness and elasticity of Dongpo Pork were completely released in her mouth. It was still a little hard, but it melted instantly in her mouth.

It was like when it snowed, the snow was obviously very cold, with some cold stubbornness, cold and slightly hard.

But once it was put into the mouth, the snow melted instantly, and everything melted away.

There seemed to be an inexplicable fragrance flowing between the teeth, and Li Yingzi's eyes, which were originally full of heroic spirit, instantly became soft.

Food can always make people relax.

Good food can always make people restore their basic colors instantly.

Li Yingzi was full of heroic spirit, and at this moment, she took a bite and directly restored her little girl's posture.

After all, she was a woman, and after all, she was still a girl after relaxing in her heart.

"Mmm... delicious!"

Seeing Li Yingzi eating heartily, Li Jing didn't care so much, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Let's start with Dongpo Pork.

In less than a few breaths, the Dongpo pork was eaten up. There was still some soup in the plate, shining with an attractive taste. Li Jing didn't care so much, picked up the plate directly, and poured the juice into the rice bowl.

The soup mixed with the rice, just like being wrapped in a delicious sauce. The rice was fragrant and instantly added a touch of moving taste.

Saliva began to flow uncontrollably.

"This Dongpo pork should be pork."

Li Yingzi suddenly said something for no reason.

Li Jing nodded. This taste is like the texture of pork, but it is obvious that this taste is very different from the pork they have eaten.

Pork is smelly, which is a consensus of the people of the Tang Dynasty.

But this taste is like a fairy delicacy, a heavenly delicacy.

For a moment, Li Jing felt very curious in his heart. Does Lantian Hou Liu Xuan really have the magic of stealing the sky and changing the day, turning waste into treasure?

In the previous conversation with His Majesty, Li Jing heard His Majesty's generous praise, but Li Jing didn't take it seriously at that time.

Wasn't Ma Zhou also praised by His Majesty back then?

Now, he understood one thing, Liu Xuan and Ma Zhou are different.

Liu Xuan's cooking skills can be walked sideways in the Tang Dynasty.

No one can refuse such delicious food.

The braised chicken, the chicken is tender and just the right degree. When he put it in his mouth, Li Jing felt his scalp tingling and trembling all over.

This taste is like the horn of spring. It is obviously late autumn and winter is coming soon, but this taste makes him have an illusion that spring is coming.

Then there are Mapo tofu and boiled fish.

For these two dishes, Li Jing is still restrained, after all, he is still adapting to the spicy taste.

Li Yingzi is not polite. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and is carefree. After taking a bite, he feels refreshed all over, as if soaking in a hot spring.

The heat from the spiciness stimulated every part of the tongue, and it was as if there was a fire burning in the mouth. In an instant, Li Yingzi almost drank the soup of the boiled fish.

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Today, there was a strong wind in Chang'an.

When the strong wind blew, everyone couldn't help but wrap up their clothes tightly.

The wind passed by the Datang Hotel, taking away a little bit of smell, as if guided by something, and it caused a sensation in an instant.

Neighbors, the noisy crowd in the West Market of Chang'an, couldn't help but feel hungry. They walked on the road one by one, feeling uneasy, as if they had been hungry for days and nights.

The small vendors in the West Market knew that their chance had come.

That was the Datang Hotel. If you wanted to eat delicious food, you had to queue up. Only a hundred people could eat it a day.

But there was no need to queue up for other snacks here.

In the past half month, they had discovered this rule. Anyone who passed by the Datang Hotel would always buy more food. Obviously, the dry Hu bing would make your stomach bloated if you ate too much, but when those people put it in their mouths, it was like eating a delicious food.

It wasn't until the small vendor went to the door of the Datang Hotel himself that he understood.

The dry Hu bing was not important.

The important thing was that the saliva in the mouth had already wet those things.

The small vendors selling Hu bing and cakes were happier than each other. They wished they could hang their stalls directly outside the Datang Hotel.

These days, they made a lot of money and were very happy.

Fang Xuanling strolled to the West Market, and today he wanted to buy something for his wife and two concubines.

Originally, he wanted to buy some rare things, after all, they were all family members.

However, Fang Yiyu followed him today, and it seemed strange no matter how he looked at it.

"Yu'er, do you want to go to the carriage and take a rest?"