"Come on, Shuang'er, Xue'er, come over and help put the pork belly on the iron plate of the stove."
Feng Qing greeted warmly.
Feng Qing was anxious when he saw Xue'er dumping the slices of meat and piling the whole pile on the iron plate. It looked like the meat slices were being fried on the iron plate.
"No, no, Xue'er, it's not like that."
As he spoke, he took the tongs from Xueer's hand and demonstrated: "It's not fried meat slices, it's barbecued meat slices. You have to spread the meat slices on top."
"Eh? Brother Wang, what does this smell like? It smells so good."
In the distance, Qin Haotian and his younger brother Qin Haochen, who had just returned from court, were walking towards Feng Qing.
Qin Haochen saw that Qin Haotian was stunned and ignored him. He sniffed again. The air was filled with waves of tempting meat fragrance, which made people hang up.
"Okay! Brother Three Kings, don't say a word if there is something delicious to eat, but I can't let you have it all to yourself today. Hmph!!"
Qin Haotian frowned, and was about to say that he was not having any family dinner today, when he saw that Qin Haochen had already flown to the rockery in front.
After Feng Qing's careful training, Shuang'er and Xue'er's barbecue skills have become impressive. Feng Qing looked at the two familiar people in front of him, slightly curved the corners of his mouth, took a piece of fresh lettuce and wrapped it in a piece.
The fragrant pork belly was handed to Shuang'er's mouth.
"Slave, you don't dare!" Shuang'er looked at the lettuce buns in front of her and said in fear, how could she let her master serve her as a slave?
"It tastes good, you should try it." Feng Qing said and stuffed the lettuce bun directly into Shuang'er's mouth, and then made another bun. She was also too lazy to talk nonsense and stuffed it directly into Xue'er's mouth.
Feng Qing looked at the two people in front of her, her eyes widened with a smile, and she said sternly: "Didn't I lie to you?"
Shuang'er and Xue'er chewed the lettuce buns in their mouths. They tasted refreshing, sweet and delicious. Although they were servants, they usually ate the delicacies in the palace, but compared with this, this simple and novel lettuce was really
Bao is slightly better.
Looking at the two people nodding in front of her, Feng Qing took another portion, put it in her mouth and ate it deliciously.
"Then continue, don't be nervous."
"Oh, it smells so good! What is this?"
While he was talking, Qin Haochen had already appeared in front of several people.
"Slaves, join the Sixth Prince, the Sixth Prince is auspicious!" Shuang'er and Xueer were startled when they saw the visitor.
"No, no, didn't you just hear my San Wang sister-in-law say don't be too tight?"
Qin Haochen looked at the barbecue on the iron plate, saying flattering words, and his eyes were full of curiosity about new things.
Having just witnessed a few people eating so deliciously, he was really ready to try it out.
Feng Qing looked up and saw the sunny and upright young man in front of him, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.
His smile gives people a very friendly feeling, like the big brother next door. He is 30% or 40% similar to Prince Hao. The most different thing is that one is as warm as the sun, and the other is as cool as an iceberg.
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"If you are curious, just try it. It tastes good."
Feng Qing would never turn away people who were friendly to her.
After hearing what her princess said, Shuang'er also followed Feng Qing's method and wrapped a lettuce bag and handed it to Qin Haochen respectfully.
"Sixth Prince, please!"
Qin Haochen took the lettuce bun and looked at it for a long time. He looked up and suddenly saw Qin Haotian walking slowly over. He happily raised the lettuce bun in his hand.
"Brother Sanwang, look at how creative my sister-in-law is."
Upon hearing this, Qin Haotian looked at the lettuce bun in Qin Haochen's hand and said lightly "Hmm."
Yan Jie glanced at Feng Qing, who was immersed in the barbecue and didn't even say hello to him. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes.