"Good thing!" Wei Renshi, Jiao Haiqing and Zhang Ji surrounded the coal stove, watching the oil splashing in the pot in the middle, the mutton rolling, and the fragrance came over, and I couldn't help but exclaim.

"This thing is really good, it's a bit hot." Zhang Ji wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I'm sweating all over now."

"This thing was originally used in winter." Wei Renshi said: "But I haven't had time to make it for what I usually use. I can only make do with it first."

"Winter..." Zhang Ji looked around and sniffed again and said, "No, not bad! If this is placed in the house in winter, it will probably not be cold. He can also have hot water, and he can cook porridge directly in the house or study at the next table, and it will not be frozen. This... Wei Sheng has this thing?"

Wei Renshi shook his head and said, "It's not available for the time being. This is a test piece I made, so I just want it to be useful and it doesn't matter. If you do it in the future, it will be both beautiful. You can give Mr. Zhang a few sets at that time."

"That's so thankful to Wei Sheng." Zhang Ji nodded, thanked him, and said, "I haven't eaten this antique, but there are unique things that can taste this way."

"Wei Langjun's cooking skills are absolutely first-class." Jiao Haiqing said.

"It's not just cooking and taste." Zhang Ji said: "Sitting here and eating together, chatting about gossip, picking up the ingredients you like and throwing them into the pot, waiting to boil, and then taking them out to eat. This feeling is really unspeakable."

Antique soup is actually the predecessor of hot pot. Place a casserole on a stove, add soup to boil it, and then put the dishes into the casserole. Because food will make a "gum" sound when it is poured into boiling water, it is called antique soup.

A group of people sat in a circle around the stove, drinking and writing poems, while picking up the dishes in the casserole and eating.

Antique soup appeared in the Eastern Han Dynasty, but because of the limited method of making dishes and utensils, it was far from the taste of hot pot in later generations.

Not to mention Weiren made a dip sauce with dogwood and flax.

Huma was bought from Hu merchants in Luoyang City, which is sesame. As for dogwood, although the spicy taste is much worse than that of chili peppers, the peppers are still on the other side of the faraway earth, and Wei Renshi had no choice but to replace them with dogwood, which was better than nothing.

Hearing Zhang Ji say this, Wei Renshi smiled and said, "The particular thing about this hot pot is that is two words. One is reunion. Family or friends gather together to talk and laugh, grab chopsticks and compete for food. The other is heat, the cold winter is cold, and gathering with family or friends next to the fire. The food is full of sweat and refreshing. This is the heat and warmth of the body; either relatives, friends, family or friends, three cups and two cups of light wine, what do you care about when the wind comes outside the window? Family reunion and friends gather together, this is the heat and warmth in your heart. Therefore, this hot pot is most suitable for winter, when the family gathers together to eat, or a group of close friends gather around this coal stove, talking and laughing, playing and chatting, eating down, both body and mind, and feel refreshed."

"Not bad! Not bad!" Zhang Ji nodded repeatedly when he heard Wei Renshi's words: "Brother Renshi said this..."

After a pause, Zhang Ji shook his head and smiled, saying, "When talking to Wei Sheng, I always forget that Wei Sheng is a young man."

"Yes, I feel this way." Jiao Haiqing also smiled beside me, "I will not treat him as a young man in the future, but as a peer, but will be much easier to talk to."

Wei Renshi smiled and said, "The children of poor families have long been in the family! Come on, the mutton is cooked."

When the two heard this, they quickly put off their chopsticks. They competed and snatched each other, and the food was very lively.

During the meal, Wei Renshi suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Does Mr. Zhang recognize Mr. Liu Mengde?"

"Familiarity." Zhang Ji nodded.

"I heard that Mr. Liu went to Weinan as chief clerk, and I don't know what's going on now." Wei Renshi asked.

"Liu Mengde is a talented person and should be able to benefit the people." Zhang Ji said: "A few days ago, I heard that Liu Meng had written a letter, which made the saint Long Yan very happy. I think it was because he had been transferred to the censorate. My master heard that he was expected to be transferred to the censorate, but he didn't know whether it was true or false. With Liu Mengde's current rank, if he moved to the censorate, most of them would be supervising the censor."

"Mr. Liu is a person who cares about the people and knows how to do things." Wei Renshi said: "It is beneficial for the people to enter the court to become officials."

"In fact, there are still many people who are willing to contribute to the people." Zhang Ji said: "Although the country's power is declining, the saints today still have the ambition to revive. Although they are bewitched by villains in the middle and have made some unethical actions, Your Majesty joins forces with the Uighurs and Nanzhao to attack Tubo and reverse the disadvantages of our Tang Dynasty to Tubo. Now His Highness is kind and filial, lenient, kind and good at decisive, and often listens to the attendants to talk about the great affairs of the world and the sufferings of the people. There is a trend of the saints turning against the surrounding countries, and with His Highness like this, he will definitely be a saint in the future. In this way, the Tang Dynasty may not be able to revive."

"Then you have to have a good body," Wei Renshi sighed.

Li Song may not be a wise monarch, but he is in poor health and has not yet ascended the throne and inherited the great treasure. He has already suffered a stroke and cannot even speak. What can the king of this be no matter how wise he is?

"Wei Sheng also knows that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is weak?" Zhang Ji asked in surprise.

Wei Renshi shook his head, changed the subject, and asked: "Mr. Zhang seems to have a lot of knowledge about the affairs of the court."

"My teacher is a doctor of the Imperial College. I studied with my teacher, so I know some things." Zhang Ji smiled.

"Dr. Han doesn't seem to be too old." Wei Renshi asked with a smile.

"Haha, two years younger than me." Zhang Ji smiled and said, "Ran Da is the teacher. I admire my teacher's articles and people, and I have given me a lot of advice. Although I think I am a disciple, my teacher has never recognized him and only wants to make friends with friends. I am also amazed a lot."

After saying that, Zhang Ji said again: "Although my teacher's grade is not too high, his literary reputation is outside and he has a wide range of popularity. If Wei Sheng is willing to join my teacher, he will not only receive guidance from famous teachers in his literary talent, but also have a lot of popularity in the future."

"I'm back here again." Wei Renshi smiled.

Zhang Ji also smiled and said, "Wei Sheng used his eyes to change the topic just now. What should we use to move it now?"

"Just use these lamb!" Wei Renshi stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the lamb in the hot pot: "It's extremely tender!"

The three of them laughed, and there was another round of fighting and fighting.

Finally, the three of them were full of food and food, and Zhang Ji was also ready to say goodbye.
Chapter completed!