A burst of tempting meaty aroma escaping through the leaves wrapped in the outer layer, lingering on the tip of the nose, making the mouth water.
"Today the restaurants have started to close, and Ci knows that you can't find a place to eat today."
Wei Ci lit several charcoal basins, and when the indoor temperature rose slightly, he took off the thick fur wind covering his body.
"I don't know when the restaurant will open..."
Zhang Ping asked while eating, and he didn't care about the rule of not saying anything.
"It should be the fifth day."
Wei Ci doesn't know the exact date, it's just his guess.
The Government Affairs Office closed two days in advance, for a total of seven days. Counting the time, the restaurant outside might open on the fifth day of the first lunar month.
During this time, Zhang Ping had nowhere to buy food.
"Go to Jamboree tomorrow to buy a woman who can cook and do laundry..."
Zhang Ping said last time that he was going to buy it, but he has not yet gone.
Wei Ci's expression was a little hesitant, and even Zhang Ping, who was a little sluggish, could feel his abnormality.
"Zixiaoke has something to tell Ping, even though it is, there's no need to be so hesitant."
Wei Ci sighed, "Has Xiheng thought about staying in Xiangyang County?"
Zhang Ping frowned, he was not stupid, he naturally understood that Wei Ci was trying to recruit him for his lord.
"Ping's character, Zixiao, you know, and you are the most impatient of those government affairs. If you stay in the government affairs hall all day and deal with a bunch of vulgar things, Ping can't stand it." Zhang Ping has already refused.
Some people want to pacify the four seas of Kyushu and return the ambition of Qing Haiyan, such as Wei Ci.
Some people just live by, no matter how noisy the outside world is, they just like to indulge in their own world, such as Zhang Ping.
Everyone has their own aspirations and cannot be forced.
Wei Ci showed a faint smile, "Now this lord, her character may be exactly what Xiheng wants."
Zhang Ping raised his eyebrows and snorted, "How do you say this?"
"Xiheng has studied all kinds of siege equipment and defense equipment. It just so happens that the lord is also a fellow."
Wei Ci's voice was slow and slow, and she was not at all worried that Zhang Ping would not be moved.
For a person like Zhang Ping, there is no other master who fits his heart better than Jiang Pengji.
Wei Ci understands her, and what she is best at is not fighting or talking guns, but "employing people".
Taking Zhang Ping as an example, his government affairs are not very good, but he is obsessed with government objects, and he is quite talented and aura in design and manufacturing, so Jiang Pengji can't let Zhang Ping have too much government affairs, the biggest possibility is to throw him in the Wood workshop, set up a similar department, specialize in this one, and then squeeze it to death.
However, Zhang Ping, who is enthusiastic about the organization, will not only not hold grudges, but will be happy to be squeezed.
Typically, it was sold and paid for the number of people.
Zhang Ping was not so easily persuaded. After all, no one knew how much water was in his words.
"Ci will show you something. After reading it, Xiheng will make a decision."
After speaking, Wei Ci took out a roll of bamboo paper from his sleeve.
This roll of bamboo paper has not been cut open, and it has a large area. After it is slowly unfolded, it is full of strange objects painted with charcoal blocks.
The layman can't understand it, but Zhang Ping, a scholar of the Mo family, is most sensitive to this thing, and he almost rushed to grab it.
Zhang Ping carefully looked at the design of the crossbow, and after a while, his eyes became brighter.
He suppressed his excited voice and asked, "Who painted this?"
"The master drew it by herself. She is curious about the Mo school. It's just because of the family heritage, she still studied Confucianism."
Zhang Ping was fascinated, and after a while he sighed regretfully, "It's a pity."
It is a pity that a good seedling of the Mo family has entered the Confucian school in vain.
What's even more unfortunate is that, according to Jiang Pengji's current status, it is impossible for her to study.
Blind for such a good talent and aura.
The corners of Wei Ci's lips were raised a few degrees, and she asked him softly, "Did Xiheng agree?"
Zhang Ping wanted to roll his eyes and said angrily, "This trip is really a big loss."
Knowing that there is such a pit waiting for him, Zhang Ping would never follow Wei Ci north.
Wei Ci's expression was pure and kind, and her tone was embarrassing.
"There are many more complicated equipment drawings in the master's study... This one in your hand is still the one that Ci and the master talked in a good voice, and the master reluctantly agreed to let Ci bring them out... If Xiheng is curious about other drawings, Ci can do it. I can't help you."
In fact, Wei Ci just asked Jiang Pengji if there was something in her hand that could catch the Mo family, and she threw it.
Zhang Ping was angry, and said angrily, "Wei Zixiao, you are also a black heart."
In order to attract people to join the team, even such a shameless method is used. I don't know that he can't resist the temptation
The smile on Wei Ci's face remained the same, even brighter.
"My lord is going to hold a New Year's banquet, does Xiheng want to go there together?"
Zhang Ping was still a little depressed at the moment, so he opened his mouth and said, "Don't go."
Wei Ci said, "There is no stock of rice grains at home. Is Xiheng planning to drink the northwest wind until the restaurant opens on the fifth day of the first day?"
Zhang Ping was dumb: "..."
This time, he was really speechless.
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered one thing, how did Wei Ci solve the personal dietary problem during this period of time
Zhang Ping asked with a bald mouth.
Wei Ci replied, "The government affairs hall has a special kitchenette, and the meals are good on weekdays."
Especially after Wei Ci came, everyone's living standards rose, and even Qi Guan asked them to complain that they had been exposed to Wei Ci's light.
Because Wei Ci is a patient, she needs to take good care of her body. Naturally, the food must be fine and balanced.
Jiang Pengji took the scriptures from the audience in the live broadcast room, and is now learning and selling.
She made a pot and other utensils, taught the chef how to fry in oil and how to add seasonings to make the food more delicious.
Only then did the audience in the live broadcast room know that the world where the anchor lives is so backward in diet!
The food of this era is still simply boiled, can this be tolerated
The seasoning is at most salt and pepper.
There is not even a pot for cooking, let alone cooking!
Many foods are boiled directly with hot water, such as boiling cabbage with a little salt... This kind of tasteless food.
Oh, it's winter and no cabbage at all.
Not to mention steaming, frying, popping, roasting, sautéing, frying, stewing, stewing, frying, simmering, mixing...etc.
As for the eight major cuisines described by the audience in the live broadcast room, there is no need to count on the 5,000-year-old foodie country.
Even if Jiang Pengji doesn't talk too much to enjoy, but after a long time, she is also a little greedy by the audience in the live broadcast room.
So it is understandable that Wei Ci has gained a little weight during this time.
Like the marinated chicken legs that Wei Ci sneaked back today, Jiang Pengji took the chef to experiment several times, and wasted a lot of ingredients and seasonings. This kind of marinade has already made Feng Jin not want to go home. kitchen,
Even so, the audience in the live broadcast room was still picky and felt that she had eaten too hard.
[Kneeling down and calling Dad]: Alas, poor anchor, I really want to order a cross-dimensional takeout, so that you can gain insight.
[Last update]: Hey, Huangji Villa, why hasn't the yellow braised chicken rice I ordered yet
[Celebrate Longevity]: Poor anchor, I just ordered a rice bowl with shredded potatoes and beef to give you a taste.