On the Vermillion Bird Bridge.
At this time, Little Guizi had already quietly left the Political Announcement Hall to come here while he was drinking.
This place was already filled with people from the imperial kitchen, and the fat imperial chef was running back and forth to give orders.
Because the Ministry of Works followed Zhang Feng's barbecue racks, they could only rush out 30 or so barbecue racks overnight. There were even more than 20 braziers that were temporarily made with iron bars. Although they didn't look as good as the meticulously made braziers, at least they could be used.
At this time, 50 barbecue racks were lit at the same time on the Vermillion Bird Bridge. In an instant, the bridge was shrouded in smoke and dust. The patrolling imperial guards would scold them from time to time.
But after seeing Little Guizi, all the imperial guards were like mice that saw a cat. They turned and left.
Little Guizi was too lazy to lower himself to the level of these soldiers. He simply moved a chair and sat in the most conspicuous position. Anyone who came would be able to see him.
This also saved him a lot of trouble.
Although Little Guizi was like a sheep in front of the emperor and the dukes, other than this, he was the master that made all the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace afraid.
Little Guizi was too fierce and always had a cold face, which made people not know what to do. As for any order from the Emperor, even if it was to kill, he would do it for the Emperor. Now, looking at the sky and the chaotic scene, Little Guizi was angry.
"You haven't eaten yet! There's still an hour before the court is dismissed. If all the ministers pass by and still haven't eaten this, you can just wait to throw the fellow on your neck into the latrine pit! "
"Gonggong, please wait. It'll be ready in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea …"
The fat imperial chef hurriedly ran over and bowed.
Little Guizi glanced at the fat imperial chef and scolded sternly, "The time it takes to brew a cup of tea? What are you afraid of? If you delay the emperor's matters, that's disobeying the imperial edict! No matter how I see it, you want to disobey the imperial edict! The emperor wants to give you a chance here, and you don't know what's good for you? You're here because I found you. If you dare to delay my time, I really want to feed your meat to the cat! "
Little Guizi's frightening words instantly made the fat imperial chef's legs go soft.
"Eunuch, please wait for a moment. Everything will be done in an hour!"
Normally, the imperial kitchen was basically a place where no one cared about anything. As long as you could arrange the meals for the emperor, the empress, and the concubines on time, no one would care about it.
This time, he originally thought that he could follow this damn fatty to freeload, but he didn't expect to encounter Little Guizi as soon as he arrived.
The people who came this time were basically the stewards of the Imperial Kitchen. Not for anything else, but because this time Zizi was setting up a stall on the Vermillion Bird Bridge.
At that time, the Emperor, the Empress, and all the officials would come here.
This was a rare opportunity to be recognized and then climb up the ranks!
If the Emperor was happy, they would be able to achieve meteoric success in an instant. However, they were already unfamiliar with starting a fire, but they still had the ability to roast meat.
When they heard Little Guizi say that in an hour, the officials would come to eat, everyone couldn't help but panic.
Everyone puffed up their cheeks and squatted on the ground to blow. Not to mention the sparks, even the ashes were blown away.
Little Guizi became angrier and angrier as he watched.
"Fatty, are you sure you didn't disobey the imperial edict? Are you sure these guys are from the imperial kitchen? "
Hearing this, the fatty wiped the sweat on his forehead.
"They are from the imperial kitchen, but they are people who don't usually do anything."
Before the fat imperial chef could speak, a little eunuch beside Little Guizi whispered in his ear.
"Isn't this a cushy job? How can these people sit still? Aren't they here now? "
Little Guizi was furious when he heard this!
"Men, drag all of them away. Give each of them 50 paddles. Then, inform the Ministry of Justice that the imperial kitchen is guilty of corruption. Tell the Ministry of Justice to investigate this matter thoroughly!"
Hearing this.
Everyone in the imperial kitchen was scared out of their wits.
They hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"Eunuch, please spare us!"
"Eunuch, we have worked hard even if we didn't do anything. Please spare us this time!"
"Spare you? Then when the Emperor comes and sees you like this, who will spare me? Men, you are all dead people! Drag me away and beat me! Beat me to death! "
"Damn fatty, go to the imperial kitchen and get the people who are doing this here. If there is one more time, you will be soaked in the latrine!"
"Yes!"
This time, the fatty really didn't disappoint Little Guizi.
The fatty was from the same hometown as him and they met by chance. Yesterday, the Emperor wanted to find an imperial chef. At this time, Little Guizi used some tricks. He didn't expect that this small imperial kitchen would have so much filth. How could Little Guizi not go crazy?
If this spread out that he, Little Guizi, the head of the Internal Servants Department, couldn't even help a fellow countryman, wouldn't this be a slap to his face?
And the little fatty was very respectful.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the people were here. A group of sloppy and greasy men. The little fatty waved his hand and everyone skillfully started the fire, cut the meat, wash the meat, and skewer the meat. They didn't need to be told. Obviously, the fat imperial chef had already instructed them on the way here.
Seeing this, Little Guizi was really relieved.
The moment the bell for the end of the court session rang.
Little Guizi waved his hand and said, "Go, set up the wine. Set up the tables and other things like the stalls in the market of Chang 'an City. Put a table and chairs in front of each grill and serve the wine. Little fatty, now it's your turn to roast the meat!"
"Okay!"
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