Every time I come home, my wife is making garbage

Did you record Chapter 368?
Zhang Jingyi's pickup truck was filled with all kinds of food, and they were all processed cooked food.

It is quite difficult for ordinary people to get 2.5 tons of cooked food in a short time, and it may even arouse suspicion from relevant departments.

But Zhang Jingyi has a huge cultural and creative park there, with tens of thousands of tourists at any time. It is still evening now, and all the restaurants in the park are operating at full capacity.

Zhang Jingyi used the excuse of "providing extra meals for employees at the cultural and creative park" to go around every restaurant and get enough food to fill a pickup truck. It was simply too easy.

Returning to the slave soldiers' camp, Zhang Jingyi walked slowly in front with his hands behind his back, until he came to a group of slave soldiers. The group was gathered around a big pot, cooking garbage food that was almost like pig food. They looked very miserable.

Zhang Jingyi stood by the pot, took a glance, frowned and said, "What are you eating? Oh! If you work under me in the future, you are not allowed to eat such things."

The team looked up in astonishment: "Your Majesty, if you don't allow us to eat this, what will we eat?"

Zhang Jingyi: "I will prepare your dinner tonight. Let me think about what to prepare for you."

He pretended to think for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said, "It's decided. Your dinner tonight will be a pot of firewood chicken."

The team was confused: "???"

I've never heard of wood-fired chicken... I have no idea what it is.

Zhang Jingyi waved his hand, and Jim and a few werewolves took a huge takeaway box from the pickup truck. They first poured out the pig food in the slave soldiers' pot, simply cleaned the pot, and then poured the firewood chicken in the takeaway box into the pot.

This fall is terrible!
The aroma of firewood chicken wafts in the air instantly.

To put it simply, firewood chicken is just braised chicken, but it has many more ingredients than ordinary braised chicken and is cooked in one pot. It is filled with all kinds of spices. Modern people find it very fragrant when they smell it, not to mention the medieval slaves who had never eaten good food.

The slave soldiers fell instantly after just one sniff.

"This...this...how many spices are used to make this? This...this pot of chicken is probably worth as much as gold."

The slave soldiers all stuttered: "Such a good thing, are you really giving it to us to eat?"

"Eat it!" Zhang Jingyi waved his hand and said, "It's yours."

"Wow!"

The slave soldiers next to them were envious and jealous...

Why was it their team that received the king's reward? Are we still stuck with eating pig food?
Just as they were thinking this, they saw Zhang Jingyi coming over, glancing at the pig food in their pot, and then kicked the pot: "My subjects, you are not allowed to eat pig food! You have to change it too."

The slave soldiers were delighted: "Can we have firewood chicken to eat too?"

Zhang Jingyi: "You are gone! There is only one pot of firewood chicken."

Slave soldiers: "..."

Sad, want to cry...

However, Zhang Jingyi changed the subject and said, "You guys should eat Northeastern iron pot roasted goose."

Slave soldier: "What?"

Another new term has appeared. What does it mean to roast goose in an iron pot?
They knew it immediately. A huge takeaway box was brought over and poured into their big iron pot. The fragrant smell instantly hit their noses. The Northeastern pot-roasted goose is actually the same as "woodfired chicken". Strictly speaking, it is not much different from braised chicken.

Full of spices again!
The slave soldiers were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "Great!"

The guy who was eating the firewood chicken earlier couldn't help but stretch his neck to look over, looking a little jealous, and couldn't help but say, "Brother, can we trade our firewood chicken for some of your roast goose?"

"Okay, okay, let's take some out and share." At this time, Zhang Jingyi had already walked to the third pot...

The slave soldier beside the pot didn't even think about it. He kicked the pot and looked at Zhang Jingyi eagerly: "Your Majesty, we understand that we are not allowed to eat pig food."

"Very good, that's right!" Zhang Jingyi said, "I like dealing with smart subjects. I like your kick. I've decided that you guys should have braised pork ribs with soy sauce."

"Oh yeah! Okay!"

Although I don’t know what braised pork ribs with sauce are, it’s definitely right to cheer first.

"You guys, have the mutton soup pot!"

"Your table will have barbecued beef with pork ribs."

Zhang Jingyi made a big tour in the slave camp and arranged all kinds of strange delicacies for every slave soldier.

This is a grand collection of all the delicacies in Zhang Jingyi's Cultural and Creative Park, from all over the world, from the northernmost to the southernmost part of China, and from the easternmost to the westernmost part, all eight major cuisines are included, and all kinds of weird dishes are available.

There are not only main meals, but also snacks, and even desserts and fruits after meals.

Arrangements, all arrangements!
Even though a thousand slave soldiers ate to their heart's content, they still couldn't finish the 2.5 tons, and a lot was left over.

Everyone touched their bellies with satisfied smiles on their faces.

How many years!

It has been many years since I was captured as a slave and I haven't had a decent meal. But today, I made up for all the food I missed in these years. This meal is more expensive than gold. I feel like there is nothing to be wronged about.

Zhang Jingyi's reputation reached its peak in an instant.

Whatever he says now, everyone will believe it.

Zhang Jingyi once again stood in front of the slave soldiers...

Many slave soldiers were holding after-meal desserts in their hands, a bowl of sago or a bowl of iced rice balls, and they were slowly savoring the food while listening to Zhang Jingyi speak.

Zhang Jingyi: "Everyone! The good meal you are having today is because I, as a king, opened the treasury to treat my subjects to a feast. This is not a normal thing. From now on, you will have to rely on your own efforts to earn delicious food and a good life."

The slave soldiers were solemn: "It is a great favor to have this meal today."

“We are not afraid to earn money through labor!”

"We are not afraid of hardship or fatigue, we are only afraid of not being treated as human beings."

Zhang Jingyi smiled and said, "You can rest assured about this. I guarantee that every bit of your work will be rewarded accordingly! You are workers, not slaves! You have no master, because you are your own master."

"Tomorrow, you will enter the dwarves' forging factory, or the spring steel smelting factory run by the alchemist, or various parts and accessories factories... You can freely choose the job you are good at. From now on, your food and accommodation will be provided by the factory."

What Zhang Jingyi said now was believed by everyone. The slave soldiers, no, now the workers, cheered together: "We are going to start a new life."

Zhang Jingyi turned around and said to the maid, "Did you record it?"

The maid carried a camera on her shoulder and made an OK gesture to Zhang Jingyi: "Don't worry, everything has been recorded."

Zhang Jingyi: "Very good. Use your Black Blade's channels to show the process of the slave army's surrender to the people over there."

(End of this chapter)