Chapter 472

Bursts of tempting meat fragrance escape through the leaves wrapped in the outer layer, linger on the tip of the nose and make people swallow.

"Today, the restaurants are closing. CI knows you can't find a place to eat today."

Weici lit several charcoal pots. When the indoor temperature rose slightly, he took off the thick fur wind covered on his body.

"I don't know when the restaurant opens..."

Zhang Ping asked while eating. He didn't care about the rules of eating without speaking.

"It should be the fifth day of junior high school."

Weici doesn't know the specific date. It's just his guess.

The government office takes a two-day break in advance, a total of seven days. Calculate the time. The restaurant outside may open on the fifth day of the lunar new year.

During this time, Zhang Ping had no place to buy food.

"Go to the dental shop tomorrow and buy a woman who can cook and wash clothes..."

Zhang Ping said he would buy it last time, but he hasn't gone yet.

Wei Ci's expression was somewhat hesitant. Even Zhang Ping, who was a little dull, felt his abnormality.

"Zixiao has something to tell Ping, even though it doesn't need to be so hesitant."

Weici sighed, "did xiheng want to stay in Xiangyang County?"

Zhang Ping frowned. He was not stupid. Naturally, he understood that Wei CI wanted to attract himself for his Lord.

"Ping's character, Zixiao, you know, is most intolerant of those government affairs. If you stay in the government hall all day and deal with a pile of vulgar things, Ping can't stand it." Zhang Ping has already refused.

Some people, such as Wei Ci, have the ambition of calming the nine continents and the four seas and returning the peace of the world.

Some people just muddle along. No matter how noisy the outside world is, they only like to indulge in their own world, such as Zhang Ping.

Every man has his own ambition and cannot be forced.

Weici showed a faint smile, "now this Lord, her character may be just what xiheng wants."

Zhang Ping raised her eyebrows and said, "what do you say?"

"Xiheng has studied all kinds of siege equipment and defensive equipment. Coincidentally, Lord, she is also a fellow."

Wei Ci's voice was slow, and he didn't worry at all that Zhang Ping wouldn't move.

For people like Zhang Ping, no lord can fit his heart better than Jiang Pengji.

Weici knows her. What she is best at is not fighting or talking about guns, but "employing people".

Taking Zhang Ping as an example, his government affairs are not very good, but he is obsessed with organ objects and has great talent and aura in design and manufacturing. Then Jiang Pengji can't let Zhang Ping get in touch with too much government affairs. The biggest possibility is to throw him into a carpentry workshop, set up a similar department, specialize in this piece, and then squeeze him to death.

However, Zhang Ping, who is enthusiastic about the organization, will not complain, but will be happy to be squeezed.

Typically, someone sells it and pays for it.

Zhang Ping was not so easily persuaded. After all, no one knows how much water was mixed in his sentence.

"Ci will show you something. After reading it, xiheng will make a decision later."

With that, Weici took out a roll of bamboo paper from his sleeve.

This roll of bamboo paper was not cut open. It had a large area. After it was slowly unfolded, it was full of strange objects painted with charcoal blocks.

Laymen can't understand it, but as a scholar of Mohism, Zhang Ping is the most sensitive to this thing and almost wants to rush to grab it.

Zhang Ping carefully looked at the design drawing of the crossbow. After half a ring, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He repressed his excited voice and asked, "who painted this?"

"The Lord painted it himself. She is curious about Mohism. It's just because of her family origin that she studied Confucianism."

Zhang Ping was fascinated. After half a ring, he sighed regretfully, "what a pity."

Unfortunately, a good seedling of Mohism has entered Confucianism for nothing.

What is more regrettable is that according to Jiang Pengji's current status, it is impossible for her to study calmly.

White blind so good talent and aura.

Weici's lips turned up a few degrees and asked him softly, "did xiheng agree?"

Zhang Ping wanted to roll his eyes and said angrily, "this trip is really a big loss."

Knowing that there was such a pit waiting for him, Zhang Ping would not follow Wei CI northward.

Wei Ci's face was pure and kind, and his tone was embarrassed.

"Lord, there are many more complicated equipment drawings in the study... You have this one. It's Ci he who spoke kindly and angrily, and the Lord reluctantly agreed to let CI bring it out... If xiheng is curious about other drawings, CI can't help."

In fact, Wei CI just asked Jiang Pengji if she could catch anything from the Mohist school, so she threw it.

Zhang Ping was angry and said, "Wei Zixiao, you are also a black heart."

In order to attract people into the partnership, he even used such shameless means. I don't know he can't resist temptation?

The smile on Weici's face remained the same, even brighter.

"The Lord is going to hold a new year's banquet. Would xiheng like to come with him?"

Zhang Ping was still a little depressed at the moment. He opened his mouth and said, "No."

Wei CI said, "there is no rice grain in the family. Is xiheng going to drink the northwest wind and open the restaurant on the fifth day of the ninth day?"

Zhang Ping was dumb: "...."

This time, he was really speechless.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered one thing. How did Weici solve his personal dietary problem during this period?

He opened his mouth and asked this question.

Wei CI replied, "the government office has a special kitchenette, and the meals are good on weekdays."

Especially after Wei CI came, people's living standards rose slightly. Even Qi Guan asked them to complain that they were stained with Wei Ci's light.

Because Weici is a patient, he needs to take good care of his body. Naturally, the food should be fine and nutritionally balanced.

Jiang Pengji took scriptures from the audience in the live broadcasting room and now sells them.

She made a pot and other tableware and taught the chef how to cook with oil and how to add spices to make the food more delicious.

Only then did the audience in the live studio know that the world where the anchor is located is so backward in diet!

The food of this era is just simple cooking. Can you bear it?

The most seasoning is salt and pepper.

There is no pot for cooking, let alone cooking!

Many foods are rolled directly with hot water. For example, hot water rolls cabbage with a little salt... Such bland food.

Oh, it's winter. There are no cabbages at all.

Let alone steaming, frying, exploding, roasting, stir frying, frying, stewing, stewing, frying, simmering, mixing... And so on.

As for the eight major cuisines described by the audience in the live broadcast room, there is no need to count on a big country with 5000 years of food.

Even if Jiang Pengji doesn't pay much attention to her enjoyment, she has been teased by the audience in the live studio for a long time.

Therefore, it is understandable that Wei CI has gained a little weight during this period.

For example, Wei CI secretly came back with marinated chicken legs today. Jiang Pengji took the chef to experiment several times and wasted a lot of ingredients and spices. Such marinated chicken legs have made Feng Jin not want to go home and rub against the small kitchen of the government affairs hall,

Even so, the audience in the live studio are still picky and think she eats too hard.

[kneel down and shout dad]: Alas, poor anchor, I really want to order a cross plane takeout to give you more insight.

[last watch]: Hey, Huangji mountain villa, why hasn't my braised chicken rice come yet?

[enduring]: poor anchor, I just ordered a rice with shredded potatoes and beef. I'll smell it for you.