1302. Chapter 1302 Fu Hong, shall we fall in love?
"Of course, my historical teacher in high school is very handsome, so my history class is particularly serious, and I gradually have a strong interest in Chinese history. I especially love the history of the Han Dynasty.
For the wild history of the Western Han Dynasty, as long as it is a book that can be found, I read all of them. Can you not be familiar with it? Don't underestimate me. "
At the beginning, Dong Zhuo asked her all the books she could find. Ziyang didn't say this. For Dong Zhuo's release, she shifted the topic:
"I'm starving, can I start now?"
Fu Hong nodded.
Ziyang immediately picked up the chopsticks and looked at the special dishes of the Western Han Dynasty with the hot air at the table.
She started to start with a plate of "honey sauce Xiangxi sour". Fu Hong first put the pieces of meat in the small dish in front of her, and was stained with a specially prepared sauce.
"I test you, can you guess that these dishes were found from that ancient book?"
Fu Hong found a topic that could talk to Ziyang, and his face showed a faint smile.
Ziyang chewed slowly and sipped slowly, with a bit of thought on his face.
After half a noise, I tentatively asked: "I remember that in 1974, many information related to cooking techniques were found in the tomb of the Western Han Dynasty unearthed from Changsha Mawangdui. Among them, there was the earliest batch of bamboo simple menu, which recorded it.
103 kinds of valuable dishes and stews, simmering, burn, frying, frying, stir -fry, 熘, fried, smoked, wax and other nine categories of cooking methods. "
Ziyang said with a pause, and then made a spoonful of delicious soup that Fu Hong passed by Fu Hong into his stomach.
If Fu Hong just wanted to talk about the topic with her at will, it would really look a bit eye -catching at this moment.
"Haha, can't I hit a blind cat and hit the mouse, right?"
Deto, dazzing!
Ziyang was in a good mood, and he held his fingers with his small bowl in front of Fu Hong to help him with a spoonful of soup, and handed it over: "This is really delicious, you can taste it too."
Fu Hong looked at Ziyangli's movement, and raised his eyes slightly, showing, his good mood.
That eyebrows are so charming.
Ziyang looked a little infatuated. Under the dark yellow light, his face was extremely deep, and the eyebrows were full of elegant taste. A pair of demon pupils faintly glowed with the eyes that could take away the soul.
"Have we really been in love before?"
Ziyang suddenly asked, why did she feel a sense of familiarity in her bones, as if she had those eyes, she saw it early, but she really said to Fu Hong and Zi Yan.
There is a big suspicion.
Fu Hong looked at the eyes of her exploration, as if she had remembered everything about Zeng Jin at the moment, and pinched her wrist, with an indescribable excitement in her tone.
"Yangyang, what did you remember?"
"Very familiar." Ziyang murmured to himself.
His hot eyes were uncomfortable, and quickly pulled back his wrist.
"You have too much strength, it hurts me."
Fu Hong refused to stop: "You think about it again."
"I just feel familiar with my eyes, but I don't feel familiar now, I can't remember, maybe I really have amnesia before." Ziyang was too uncomfortable by him. "You drink soup, fresh but not greasy but not greasy.
It's really delicious. "
Fu Hong heard that there was a trace of loss in his eyes.
But in a blink of an eye, he adjusted his mentality. Ziyang was infected with his huge contrast, but he didn't know how to adjust the atmosphere.