Just when Zhao Yun and his men came to Pingyang, Fei Qian was looking at the dishes brought by Huang Yueying in the backyard of Pingyang, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
Well, it’s not that the food is bad, but it’s pretty good.,
On the table, there is a staple food, a meat soup, and a green vegetable. Although there are not many styles, there are a lot of them. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because he has been marching and fighting more, and Fei Qian lacks some scholarly temperament, but he still has a lot of food.
With some increased blood and courage, even the appetite in the Han Dynasty seems to have been developed. In the past, in later generations, Fei Qian could only eat a small bowl of rice, but now, he can eat seven or eight big buns.
I just felt a little full.
Today's staple food is steamed buns. Although they are not like the white wheat flour that was added with bleaching in later generations, they are still delicate and compact. Just looking at the flat surface, you can tell that the wheat used to make steamed buns has been processed many times.
Only after sifting and grinding can you have such a fine powder.
Look at this meat soup again. It is already Huang's signature dish. Although Fei Qian has eaten it many times, I feel that Huang Yueying's cooking is indeed good. At least it is not as popular as the vast majority of mutton-based dishes in the Han Dynasty.
It doesn't have an overly fishy smell, but highlights the deliciousness of the mutton, which is indeed delicious.
There are also green polenta on the side, which are finely chopped and marinated in sauce to add flavor. Although it is not stir-fried like in later generations, it is still refreshing and delicious.
Both the staple food and the soup are very good, but is Huang Yueying, who is getting better and better at cooking, still the Huang Yueying that Fei Qian knows...
"Eat, Mr. Lang. If you don't eat, you'll get cold..."
Huang Yueying sat opposite Fei Qian, holding her cheeks and squinting her eyes, which were as curved as the waxing moon. She watched Fei Qian eat with relish. It seemed that Fei Qian eating like this was more delicious and happy than any amount of food she herself had.
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"...is it delicious?"
Fei Qian stuffed the mutton buns into his mouth in three mouthfuls without saying a word. He just puffed out his cheeks and nodded, indicating that they tasted good.
After spending more time leading troops to fight, Fei Qian's eating pattern also changed his original habit. Now he just wolfs down food. As later generations said, chewing carefully and slowly is good for the body and is conducive to gastrointestinal digestion, etc.
, were basically thrown aside.
When marching and fighting, sometimes there is a tent in the field to keep out the cold. Dishes and other dishes, ha, there are no decent dishes. Basically, it is a big bowl of coarse wheat rice, and then added with dried meat and wild vegetables, that’s it.
The simple meals must be eaten quickly, otherwise the weather will be so cold that it will be even more difficult to swallow.
Like a whirlwind, Fei Qian swept the food on the table clean with a huff, and then gave a big, inelegant burp, which made Huang Yueying laugh out loud, then rolled her shiny black eyes and said with a smile:
"Hee hee, Lang Jun...now he is also a 'Boxi Xiaoxi'..."
Fei Qian looked at Huang Yueying, and after Xiao Modu removed the tableware, he waved to Huang Yueying, motioning Huang Yueying to come closer.
Huang Yueying didn't know why, so she moved closer to Fei Qian, but Fei Qian unexpectedly reached out and slapped him on the forehead.
"Oh!"
Fei Qian didn't use much strength. Although it wasn't very painful, he was hit hard and hit his head. Huang Yueying was also startled, and she quickly covered her head with her hands and screamed.
Fei Qian smiled and said, "Now that I have become more capable, everyone is teasing me..."
"...How can I...didn't I mean that you are 'the leader of the country and the pioneer of the king'..." Although Huang Yueying said clearly, it was obvious that she still felt guilty.
"What about the last sentence? Does it mean that I am 'Fei Peng Wu Gao'?" Fei Qian half-smiled, looked at Huang Yueying and said. Normally, "Fei Peng Wu Gao" means that the woman at home is waiting for her husband to return from the war, so she has no intention of dressing up.
Dress up, but now that Fei Qian has come back and Huang Yueying is now dressed up, we have to understand it the other way around. What's more, the word "朅" means leaving, but also means bravery, and a brave person is of course not elegant enough.
Already.
"...No way..." Huang Yueying rolled her eyes and categorically denied, "...I, I just think that Lang Jun is great. He has recovered the Yinshan Mountains and is a national hero..."
Fei Qian smiled, noncommittal, and then paused for a while before saying: "Yueying, why haven't I seen you making anything in the past two days, but I have seen you busy making soup for me?"
"Ah? Don't you like the soup I made? Doesn't it taste bad?" Huang Yueying opened her eyes wide, looking at Fei Qian with some surprise and some worry.
Fei Qian shook his head and said: "No, I like it, and it's delicious, but... I remember that you also like to tinker with some equipment... haven't you done it now?"
Huang Yueying patted her chest lightly, as if she was relieved, and then said: "...I was shocked... There are also equipment, but now that Lang Jun is back, he naturally has to make more meals...
...Besides, always making equipment and stuff seems...well, it doesn't seem to be very good either..."
As she spoke, Huang Yueying lowered her head slightly and her voice became smaller and smaller.
Fei Qian was stunned for a moment, then sighed, stretched out his hand to take Huang Yueying's hand, and held it in his hand. Huang Yueying's hand was long and thin, with well-proportioned joints and delicate skin, but she didn't know it was because her bare hands were made of soup.
The reason is that due to the production of the instrument, the fingertips are a little rough, and there are some places where you can feel that there are a little calluses.
In the history that Fei Qian originally knew, Huang Yueying was married to Zhuge, and there were not many figures left in various biographies. Naturally, Fei Qian did not know what the relationship between Huang Yueying and Zhuge in history was.
, and I don’t know what kind of role Zhuge played in the family, who dedicated his whole life to the Kingdom of Shu.
But one thing is very obvious. The most important thing for Zhuge to marry Huang Yueying was definitely not Huang Yueying's appearance or talent, but the relationship network of the Jingxiang gentry that Huang Yueying represented.
Although there is no denying that Fei Qian had the same idea when he first married Huang Yueying, after getting along with Huang Yueying for such a period of time, Fei Qian also deeply felt Huang Yueying's kind heart, and the inadvertent expression of her kindness.
The tenderness that comes out wraps the fingers.
"Thank you..." Fei Qian looked into the shy Huang Yueying's eyes and said seriously, "Yueying, it doesn't matter whether you like making soup or making equipment. The most important thing is, don't wrong yourself. Don't care.
Do you understand some mediocre words? I hope you can be happy every day, it’s all about you... In my impression, the one who dares to snatch Shiyuan Tianping is Huang Yueying who is full of energy..."
"Pfft!" Huang Yueying couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but said, "Ah, Mr. Lang... don't mention this matter anymore..." Although Huang Yueying turned her face away and pouted slightly to express dissatisfaction, she still
