Chapter 442

Wei Shuyu is very uncomfortable.

Li Shimin waved his hand.

Wei shuyuxing hurried into the tavern.

I thought there was something good waiting for me, but I didn't expect to let myself hold a fire pot?

This hot day, this

Wei Shuyu's face stiffened immediately.

But he is the emperor.

In the eyes of Zhang Feng's bastard watching jokes, Wei Shuyu kicked and kicked and roared to see more than a dozen people. Like one person, he even moved away Zhang Feng's leftover barbecue and the table.

Seven bamboo beer is not enough.

When Zhang Feng packed more than 30 bamboo beer in the backyard and asked people to move away, he found that a large area was empty in the hall, and even his salt cans were taken away.

Zhang Feng was stunned.

"Who the fuck are these people? They don't even let go of the salt jar?"

However, at this time, Li Shimin and Wei Shuyu had already walked out of Tonghui square.

Li Shimin was drinking wine in the sedan chair while eating the barbecue cooked by Zhang Feng. When he just ate it, he really didn't seriously taste the barbecue because of anxiety, worry and caution about beer, but now?

Once you don't think about anything, sit in the sedan chair and listen to the outside cries, Hawking and the people's looting of goods from time to time. This is the real wine and food!

To put it bluntly, this barbecue is really a little different from what they ate before.

Although it seems that a large piece of meat has been cut, even so, it can't taste so quickly.

If this can reach such a level, it means that there are other ways in this thing.

Think of this.

Li Shimin then roasted chicken wings and asked, "Shuyu!"

"End at 1"

When Wei Shuyu heard the speech, he immediately threw the oil tank in his hand to the little noble son nearby and hurried forward.

"Did you look at it carefully when Fengzi barbecue just now?"

"This..."

Wei Shuyu doesn't know. The emperor wants to find a barbecue!

Is this recognition?

Or not?

If you admit it, you will become the emperor's Royal barbecue at that time, but if you don't admit it

Don't think too much. Wei Shuyu said, "Your Majesty, you won't pay too much attention at the end, but you will see those chicken wings and chicken claws on the beam. They were all when he pickled a cup of tea with seasoning. The mutton and pork were not treated."

"Oh..."

"Wait and go back, you will roast meat for me according to Fengzi's method!"

"Yes... Yes!"

Wei Shuyu thought of the result long ago.

At this time, he only wants this job to be one time, otherwise, there will never be a day of success at that time.

Return to Tai Chi hall.

The directors, the little noble son and Wei Shuyu closed the door and cooked barbecue in the back garden of the bedroom.

Until an hour later, the three finally grinned with a black face and looked at a string of half baked lagoons in Li Shimin's hand, with bloody chicken wings on one side.

"Shuyu, try it. How does it taste this time?"

"Yes..."

Wei Shuyu, with a sad face, took a bite of chicken wings

Then, in an instant, the pupil contracted and vomited out.

"Emperor, it's burnt this time. Don't we turn it hard enough? And there's too much salt."

"So?"

Li Shimin frowned.

He threw away the grill, sat on the chair, waved his hand and said, "little noble son, Xuanyu kitchen, come here quickly!"

"Yes!"

A moment later, a fat man like a ball came panting. It seems that this guy doesn't eat less good things on weekdays.

But Li Shimin didn't care.

"Shuyu, you two tell him about the barbecue. I'll give you an hour. If you can't make a barbecue to my satisfaction, then..."

When the fat imperial chef heard the speech, his face turned pale and he prostrated on the ground with a "poop".

"Compliance 1"

The imperial chef didn't know whether he was under great pressure or how. Anyway, in half an hour, he really baked the remaining meat kebabs, chicken wings and chicken claws with Zhang Feng. Although there was still a deviation from the taste copied by Zhang Feng, there was basically no barbecue in and out.

The three stared at Li Shimin, who was sometimes frowning and sometimes meditating. Li Shimin, who was tasting barbecue, dared not give out his atmosphere.

A moment later, Li Shimin nodded.

"What's your name?"

The fat imperial chef kowtowed like garlic.

"Back to the emperor, the little one is called Zhang San!"

"Well, from today on, you will have a full-time barbecue. At that time, I will take you to a place, but you can only know this place by one person. If you let me know, a second person knows this matter, and you know the consequences!"

What can fat imperial chef say?

His own affairs, his own heart is the same as Mingjing. Now the emperor doesn't say it because he is still useful. What else can he say?

Snap your head, Shane.

"Although the taste is a little bad, it's still reluctantly, little noble son!"

"Yes!"

"Shuyu! Go, call those old guys and say I'll invite them to barbecue and beer!"