Wei Shuyu felt very uncomfortable.
Li Shimin waved his hand.
Wei Shuyu hurriedly entered the small tavern.
She thought there was something good waiting for her, but she didn't expect that she would be asked to carry a brazier.
It was such a hot day, this …
Wei Shuyu's face immediately stiffened.
But it was the Emperor.
Under the gaze of Zhang Feng, that bastard, Wei Shuyu kicked and roared as she came in. She looked at the dozen or so people, and each of them did the same thing. She even took away the leftover barbecued meat and the table that Zhang Feng had not put away.
Seven bamboo tubes of beer were not enough.
When Zhang Feng had more than thirty bamboo tubes of beer in the backyard and asked people to take them away, he found that the hall was empty. Even his jar of salt was taken away.
Zhang Feng was dumbfounded by what he saw.
"Who the f * ck are these people?! They didn't even let go of the jar of salt? "
However, Li Shimin and Wei Shuyu had already walked out of Tonghui Fang by this time.
Li Shimin was drinking wine in the sedan while eating the barbecued meat that Zhang Feng had made. When he was eating just now, he was anxious and worried about the beer, so he didn't seriously taste the barbecued meat. But now?
Once he stopped thinking and sat in the sedan, listening to the shouting and hawking outside, and the sound of people fighting for things from time to time, this was the real dish to go with wine!
To put it bluntly, this barbecued meat was a little different from what they had eaten before.
Although it looked like a big piece of meat was cut, even so, it couldn't be eaten so quickly.
If it could reach this level, it meant that there was something else in it.
Thinking of this.
Li Shimin immediately roasted the chicken wings and asked, "Shuyu!"
"I'm here."
Hearing this, Wei Shuyu threw the oil jar in her hand to Xiao Guizi and hurried forward.
"Did you look carefully when Fengzi was roasting the meat just now?"
"This …"
Wei Shuyu knew that the Emperor was looking for someone to roast meat!
Did he admit it?
Or not?
If he did, he would become the emperor's personal barbecue chef. But if he didn't …
Wei Shuyu stammered: "Your Majesty, this general didn't pay too much attention, but this general saw the chicken wings and chicken feet on the roof beam. They were marinated with seasoning for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. The mutton and pork were not processed."
"Oh …"
"When we get back, you will roast meat for me according to Feng Zi's method!"
"Yes … Your Majesty!"
Wei Shuyu had already thought of the result.
At this moment, he only wished that this was a one-time job. Otherwise, he would never be able to make a name for himself.
He returned to the Taiji Palace.
The directors, Little Guizi, and Wei Shuyu closed the door and barbecued meat in the back garden of the bedroom.
It was not until two hours later that the three of them finally grinned, looking at the chicken wing in Li Shimin's hand, which was half roasted, with blood still dripping from one side, with a grin on their faces.
"Shuyu, give it a try. How does it taste this time?"
"Yes …"
Wei Shuyu pulled a long face and took a bite of the chicken wing. .
Then, his pupils constricted and he spat it out.
"Your Majesty, it's overcooked this time. Is it because we didn't turn it hard enough? Also, there's too much salt. "
"Is that so?"
Li Shimin frowned.
He threw the grill away and sat on the chair. He waved his hand and said, "Little Guizi, summon the imperial chef. Come here quickly!"
"Yes!"
After a while, a fat man, who was as fat as a ball, ran over, panting. It seemed that this guy ate a lot of good food every day.
But Li Shimin didn't care.
"Shuyu, you two tell him about the roast meat. I'll give you two hours. If you can't make roast meat to my satisfaction, then …"
When the fat imperial chef heard this, his face turned pale and he fell to the ground with a plop.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The imperial chef didn't know if it was because he was under great pressure or something else. Anyway, within an hour, he really roasted the remaining meat skewers, chicken wings, and chicken feet that Zhang Feng had made. Although the taste was still a little different from the one that Zhang Feng had made, it was basically the same roast meat.
The three of them looked at Li Shimin, who was sometimes frowning and sometimes deep in thought. They didn't dare to breathe loudly.
After a while, Li Shimin nodded.
"What's your name?"
The fat imperial chef kowtowed hurriedly.
"Your Majesty, my name is Zhang San!"
"Good. From today onwards, you'll be roasting meat full-time. When the time comes, I'll take you to a place. But this place is only known to you. If I find out and a second person knows about this, you know the consequences!"
What could the fat imperial chef say?
This was his own business, and he was very clear about it. The Emperor didn't say anything because he was still useful. What else could he say?
He hurriedly kowtowed to express his gratitude.
"Although the taste is a little bad, it's still acceptable. Little Guizi, reward me!"
"Yes!"
"Shuyu! Go and call those old guys. Tell them that I'll treat them to barbecue and beer! "
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