Inside the small tavern.
Xiao Guizi and the others had already cleaned up the place.
After knowing that they were coming to the tavern, Little Guizi called the fat imperial chef, Zhou Dafu, to personally cut the meat and other things. He also found some fresh vegetables and fruits.
When Zhang Feng entered the small tavern and saw the table full of prepared dishes, he was stunned.
The fish was sliced into pieces.
The beef and mutton were all cut according to the rules, without any excess.
Chicken wings, duck legs, and chicken hearts were neatly placed on the plates. Seeing that everyone had entered the room, Zhou Dafu stood respectfully at the door.
Zhang Feng was so scared that he thought he had entered the wrong place. .
"This little fatty, Lao Li, don't tell him he's your man!"
"What a coincidence, he's really my man. Didn't you promise me to find a chef to learn from? Qian 'er doesn't have time, so I brought him here today. How about you take a look at his knife skills? "
"Knife skills … awesome!"
Zhang Feng gave a thumbs up.
Such awesome knife skills, even he would blush if he saw it. Luckily, he didn't prepare it himself, otherwise, he would be laughed at by the old man.
"Alright, since you're here, Lao Li has told you the rules, right?"
"Young Master, the master has explained it clearly!"
"What's your name?"
"Zhou Dafu!"
“？？？”
Zhang Feng was stunned.
He looked at Zhou Dafu and asked again, "Tell me, what's your name?"
"I'm Zhou Dafu, from Jingzhou! 'Fu' as in 'fu fu', my parents said that this name is festive! "
Zhang Feng was happy when he heard it.
"Not bad, this name is festive and has a bright future!"
This name was more than festive!
How similar was it to Zhou Dafu?
"Come, come, come. Since you're all ready, I'll show you my incompetence. Today's barbecue or what to eat, the old man has the final say!"
"Really?"
"Uh … Forget it, I'll make you guys a spicy fish with pickled cabbage. Otherwise, if you keep making things difficult for me, won't I cry to death?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Zhang Feng took off his Confucian robe and entered the kitchen.
Jingshu followed him into the kitchen as if she was the hostess of the tavern.
While they were talking, she had already filled their cups with tea.
Zhang Feng wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
It wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but there was a third wheel by his mother's side. What could he say?
As soon as Zhang Feng went to the stove, Jingshu consciously set up the pot. Although it seemed that she had never suffered before, she still stubbornly added firewood.
"Miss Jingshu, do you want to go to the tavern?"
"It's alright, Prince Zhang. You do what you need to do. I'm fine here."
"Then why don't you just stand there and watch? If I do anything wrong, can you give me some pointers? Who's that? Fatty, you really don't have any eyesight! Don't just stand there. Set up the fire and start the pot! "
"Oh …"
Zhou Dafu was really a blockhead.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng wanted to beat him up.
But he didn't know if this guy was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Zhang Feng didn't care much about him.
Zhang Feng looked at Jingshu and said, "Miss Jingshu, why don't you go out first? The smell of smoke in this place is too strong."
"I'm fine. Prince Zhang can do what he needs to do."
"Alas! That's fine. "
Zhang Feng didn't say much.
Jingshu, who had fished out two carps from the water tank, couldn't help but have a strange look in her eyes. She secretly glanced at the people outside the curtain.
She couldn't help but have a deep doubt in her eyes.
What was the relationship between Zhang Feng and these people?
These people were the people who could shake the Tang Dynasty with a stomp of their feet. But they seemed to know what happened today, and they didn't say much.
This was not right.
Did Prince Zhang really not know the situation of these people, or …
Jingshu didn't dare to think about it.
Because this man was the man who would spend the rest of his life with her.
Every man in Chang 'an City couldn't take a step away from her when they saw her. But Zhang Feng was different. He always looked at her with an equal gaze, without a trace of greed or filth.
This feeling was very subtle.
Especially when she saw Zhang Feng handling the fish seriously.
He was so focused.
When Jingshu's eyes fell on a bamboo tube on the chopping board, she asked softly, "Prince Zhang, is this the rumored beer in this bamboo tube?"
"Yes, this is it. When you cook the fish later, add a little bit. The taste will be more delicious!"
"Then, is this also made by you?"
"Yes."
Jingshu was shocked.
The thing that had caused a stir in Chang 'an City in the past two days was actually made by Prince Zhang?
How could this be?!
What else could Prince Zhang do?
Why could he write poems and songs, and why could he do it so leisurely and leisurely in the kitchen, which belonged to inferior people and women?
And this kind of God's Nectar beer was also made by him?
Needless to say, the neatly arranged dishes and meat skewers in the pub, as well as the stove, meant that the barbecue was also made by him?
God.
Was Prince Zhang an immortal?
Why did he know everything?
Was he really a husband that God took pity on me and gave me?
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