What magical special function does the Qiao’s sour radish slices have? It turned the two rival countries into fierce war again after a brief conflict. The curiosity of the founding members was suddenly hung in the sky. Everyone said in unison. With a show of hands, it was decided to divide the soldiers into three ways to find out.
The army of the North and South Zhongsan Road was supposed to have four people each, and whether it was three or four or eleven, they quarreled and agreed gradually. The two of them stayed in the middle of the command, the Canglang laughed and was not in the creation roster, but stayed in the center to do miscellaneous work. In line with the principle of men and women matching work, Zichuan Ran Zuiyue put up the sign of Emperor Xun in Creation Garden, choose one Feng Shui is the commanding place.
The emperor's seal is still necessary. Fortunately, there is no shortage of raw materials for engraving. The ground is full of round stones. Not to mention a large seal, even Mr. Yang Zhu, who lives in the corners of the world, is more than enough.
The stones in the rivers and rivers open their mouths, stare and smile, waiting for Zichuan Ran Zuiyue's name to be named, looking forward to becoming a symbol of supreme and noble imperial power from the state of self-existence and obscurity. However, most of them were disappointed, only a piece of terrace near the water, which had just been covered with Zichuan Ran Zuoyue's body temperature. Zichuan Ran Zuoyue pointed to a stone that she had been lucky enough to, and said to everyone, "That's it!"
"Zichuan, you didn't come to engrave!" Everyone smiled in surprise: "You just can't live with the stone..."
"No, I'm not a stone!" Ye Yu Yinfeng, who volunteered to take on the task of carving, backed in surprise: "Zichuan, don't be drunk, smash the bones and sell blood, I will buy the car, and the house is expected. Even if I can carve such a big stone, you can't hold it..."
"Just so little test, you just push three and four..." A sad tear hung before the little beauty's eyebrows. "Forget it! Forget it!" What are you doing? Everything is fake! "The Canglang laughed, holding his trousers in his hand, and walking out with a wet big seal in his hand, a pee pushing the crowd away...
"Urinary stones are unique in the universe!" Cang Wolf laughed and looked at everyone: "Who is born this year?"
"Me! Sheep..." The slanting night sky took the lead to lift it up.
"It's time for you to disperse your wealth!" The Canglang laughed: "It's printed, you won't be reluctant, right?"
"He's willing, I don't want it!" Zi Chuan Ran Zuoyue pushed Chu Liuxiang down, and pulled out a red silk from her waist.
"Don't!" Chu Liuxiang backed up and struggled, explaining: "These I can use sitting handed down..."
"Whhhhhh..." Zichuan Ran Zuiyue did not answer. Anyway, it is not his own. Besides, it is the power of the queen, whoever wants it. This is the power of the queen, so he shakes his hands like a mountain, and puts the red wrapped in Chu Liuxiang's waist. The silk satin was pulled out, poor Chu Liuxiang, spinning red like a top...
These are fake, but you can see similar shadows in real life. The history is magnificent. Some things have sunk and some things have risen. Everything is a joke in terms of fate. It is said that Feng Xiaolian, who has just been on the shelves after signing the contract and became a hit, has eaten all the treasures of mountains and seas, and suddenly feels that he has no appetite, and he can’t eat for a few days. This can be anxious. Lianxiangxiyu God Gaowei, who was afraid of losing his palm, let out a dry cough. The owner of the imperial kitchen hurried in with the left food officer who grabbed the meat and hurriedly reported the name of the dish: "Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, burned Flower duck, roasted young chicken, roasted goose, braised salted duck, sauced chicken, bacon, songhua, small belly, dried meat... ”
Feng Xiaolian shook his head.
"Sausages, assorted Supan, smoked chicken, white belly, steamed eight-treasure pig, stuffed duck with rice, canned pheasant, canned quail, braised assorted meat, braised goose, braised shrimp..." Zuo Shanguan was sweating profusely. Soak it out.
"Stewed shrimp, braised shrimp, pheasant, rabbit breast, vegetable python, whitebait, steamed hashi, braised duck waist, braised duck strips, clear mixed duck shreds, yellow heart tube," right food officer Reporting the name of the dish, he rushed in, and immediately flew out in a panic in Feng Xiaolian's hand: "
Braised white eel, braised yellow eel, bean drum catfish, wok-seared catfish, scalloped turtle, wok-seared carp, caught fried carp, soft fried tenderloin, soft fried chicken, assorted sausages, sesame butter rolls, braised fresh mushrooms, braised Fish breasts, braised fish slices, braised fish belly, vinegared pork slices, braised white mushrooms, braised three fresh, fried whitebait, braised eel..."
"How can this be good?" The culinary officer was sweating profusely, facing "steamed ham, fried white prawns, clams, fried noodles, fish, asparagus, hibiscus agar-agar, fried liver Jianer, fried liver in the south. Er, fried belly in oil, fried belly collar in soup..." "Fried golden silk, braised silver silk, fried in sugar, water chestnut in sugar, honey silk yam, candied fresh peach, scallop, fried nanbe, braised duck Silk, braised pandan, steamed chicken..." The officials said, "If you don't use it, remember to eat it. If you catch it, don't you? This brain, it grows on the neck..."
"My lord, we still have a baby!" A royal chef ran over: "Listen, these are my specialty dishes, yellow stewed chicken, big fried chicken, braised chicken, crispy chicken, fried chicken, Braised chicken nuggets, three fresh diced eggs, eight treasure diced eggs, steamed magnolia slices, fried shrimps, fried kidneys, fried tendons, pot roasted sea cucumbers, pot roasted cabbage, fried sea ears, watered frog, sweet-scented osmanthus wings, steamed Wings, fried poultry, fried shallots, fried pork ribs..."
"You make up the number of words!" The imperial kitchen officer kicked to the imperial kitchen, shrugged his nose, shed two drops of tears, waved his hands, dozens of people walked into the hall tremblingly, thumped and knelt on the ground, and said, "My emperor. Long live, thousand years old empress, for the minister, this dinner..."
"I'll report it to you!" Feng Xiaolian stood up angrily, and worked together: "Stewed chicken intestines, braised southern water chestnuts, elbow flowers in brine, mixed flesh, stewed stilts, pot roasted pig's feet Er, roasted mandarin duck, roasted lily, roasted apple, stuffed lotus root, stuffed glutinous rice, fried crab. Rhizome, assorted kudzu rice, stone fish, octopus, yellow croaker, oiled pork, sauced pork, red meat pot, White meat pot, chrysanthemum pot..."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The royal cooks stood up excitedly, slapped their thighs, and a few hummed and sang "Pheasant pot, Lantern pot, mixed noodle pot, water chestnut first grade pot, soft fried bird, dragon tiger egg, gorilla lips , Hump, antler, bear paw, milk pig, milk duck... "Run out.
"I don't want these!" Feng Xiaolian grabbed the embroidered shoes and threw them over.
"Emperor Qiantui expressly!" Everyone knelt down in sweat.
"I want to eat sour radish slices..." Feng Xiaolian sat down.
"Yes! Yes!" With a wave of the culinary officer's hand, the eunuchs walked in with all kinds of sour radish slices. In the blink of an eye, they crowded the hall. The sour radish slices were mixed with chicken shreds and belly shredded fish slices. Braised crab meat, fried crab meat, mixed crab meat, steamed pumpkin, stuffed squash, fried loofah, braised winter squash, braised chicken feet, braised duck feet, braised bamboo shoots, braised white rice, there is everything you need...
"I want to eat the sour radish slices from Qiao's family..." Feng Xiaolian floated softly, as if he had suffered countless saps, and the officials collapsed on the ground one by one...
"The emperor, they like to eat... sour..." Feng Xiaolian was already on her high shoulder, with a pair of jade hands lightly scratching the greasy nose tip of high latitude: "Qiao's sour radish slices, weight loss, beauty, appetite and pregnancy..."
"Did you hear it! Did you hear it!" Gao Wei stood up and roared angrily: "One hour later, if the empress can't eat Qiao's sour radish slices, you all hold your heads and squat into Yan Luo. Temple, wait on the old emperor to go!"
It’s really difficult to eat a slice of Qiao’s sour radish. Saxin and his party walked to the Great Wall of Chu, Yunyang, and finally found the Qiao’s sour radish shop. They had already gone to the building and asked about it before they knew Gaowei. He had already made the first step, taking advantage of the wind and night, swept away the pots and pots of the sour radish shop, and escorted the four members of the Qiao family. They went north, disappointed, and sighed.
In this way, the plan of eating sour radish slices separately from the north, the south and the east was removed. Everyone sighed. Fortunately, the Qiao's old store was useful. The two-in and two-out courtyards were clean and more than enough to serve as Emperor Xun's palace . Everyone waved and waved their hands. Zichuan Ran Zuoyue waved his tears to bid farewell. He drank the air at the blue light, drank and drank, and the sad tears pattered down. What a nice day at home, eating, offering, drinking and raising , Fangzhao, the car, the flesh of my heart grows...
In addition to thinking, everything is a god horse Fuyun. Zichuan Ran Zuoyue struggled for days without eating or drinking. Here, RMB can only be used as paper money, and the QQ forum is just empty talk. There is no money to live, and when he thinks about it, he has the feeling and impulse to sell himself. Fortunately, before the creation of Canglang laughed, he asked for a few coins in the antique market, and he still held Chu Liuxiang tore off a few meters of red silk from his body. With the faint scent, he stood up without hesitation, Xun Xun Mi walked over, sniffing, and found a hole under a blue brick.
Zichuan Ran Zuoyue was about to go down, and Canglang laughed and walked into the courtyard gate. Zichuan Ran Zuiyue hurriedly covered the entrance of the cave and walked out, pretending to be full of laughter with the crying wolf. "Bitterness! Bitterness!" Cang Wolf laughed and cried: "It's really better than codewords, better than constant updates, but not signing..."
The real bitterness is that the royal cooks of the Northern Qi Dynasty are studying the emperor's appetite for the recipes all day long. Who cares about a countryman's ancestors and can't make high-shelf pickled radish slices on cucumbers. "Feng Xiaopian, you're so tricky to eat!" Everyone cursed in their hearts, but couldn't yell in their mouths. They blushed one by one, putting pots and scoops under their feet, and hanging white cloths on the tree that was bent over. Gao Wei hurried out when he heard that he couldn't help Taixi. Feng Xiaolian, who followed him, was at a loss and found it fun, so he suggested Gao Wei to hide and hide together. The meat forest is there and the wine pond should have it. Gao Wei was about to give an order, and General Gao, who had been sent out to arrest people, hurriedly walked in, and between waving his hands, a plate of sour radish slices was brought up.
"My sour radish slices!" Feng Xiaolian was hiding from cats, a sour smell rushed into his nostrils, and ran over shouting, squeezed the slices in his mouth, chewed sweetly, shook his head, and rotated his body. He waved his limbs, hummed excitedly, jumped up, dreaming around the soul for so many years to pull the fragrant, sour and crunchy feeling, the heat caught every pore...
"Your Majesty, I love you, so I would like to eat sour radish shreds to Feng Xiaolian!" Feng Xiaolian plopped on her knees, knocking her head like garlic, "I love you for thousands of years..."
"Haha, Consort Lian Shu, you will never worry about not having the sour radish slices from Qiao's family anymore!" Gao Wei laughed.
"Really, Your Majesty!" Feng Xiaolian took a bite on Gao Wei's face.
"I have already sent someone to bring the Qiao family's head of sour radish slices, along with the bottles and cans!" Gao Wei took Feng Xiaolian to Wengcheng and pointed.
"The emperor, people think about that..." Feng Xiaolian got into Gao Wei's arms and commotion unhonestly.
Along the known and unknown routes of Qiao’s sour radish slices northward, the cherry seeds in a daze, Yeyu Yinfeng, Murong Mingxin, walking all the way, seeing the burning village, looking at the trampled fields, stepping on With many bones and bones, the three of them no longer have the urge to write. Instead, they feel that there is an occasional desire in the world, and there are countless homes destroyed, wives scattered, layers of forests stained with blood, rivers and rivers drifting corpses. As the group went north, the atmosphere of war grew stronger and stronger. When Emperor Wu of the Northern Zhou Dynasty saw that the postmaster Gao Wei was faint, he had already taken command of the army. He attacked the city all the way and gradually approached Pingyang, the gateway of Jinyang, the capital of Northern Qi.
When the front-line military situation was rushing in front of Gao Wei, Gao Wei, who was lying lazily on Feng Xiaolian, lazily opened his eyes, glared at the prime minister Gao Anak, and asked disdainfully: "For a few pieces of sourness. Turnip slices, Northern Zhou Wudi Yuwenyong dare to turn my face with me?"
"Your Majesty, the enemies of Qi and Zhou, a few slices of sour radishes are the fuse!" Gao Anaku shook his head while looking at Feng Xiaolian, shaking his head.
"What are you moving?" Gao Wei impatiently: "In front of the Prime Minister, be honest..."
"Your Majesty, I want to pee..." Feng Xiaolian smiled pity.
"What to look at? What to look at? Water and fire are merciless, knowing that Concubine Lian Shu is going to pee..." Gao Wei stood up, shaking his hands and blasting people out...