In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Liu Wan, who had been standing behind Zhao Yu,

She tugged at Zhao Yu's sleeve.

"Master, he's insulting you."

"He just said we're from the north, and he'll deal with us when we get to Jingkou."

The smile on Zhou Yu's face

They froze completely.

Cheng Pu stopped laughing.

Liu Wan didn't care.

When Cao Pi gave herself to Zhao Yu, she was essentially reborn.

It seems they felt they hadn't finished translating and weren't being diligent enough.

Staring at Zhou Yu,

"He also called you a pig and told us to drink the dishwater when it was time to eat."

Translation complete.

Liu Wan resumed her submissive demeanor.

He also gave his evaluation of Zhou Yu.

"The Grand Commander's Wu dialect doesn't sound like he speaks it often; it's mixed with Mandarin accents. But when he curses, it's quite authentic."

After listening, Zhao Yu turned his head and winked at Ding Yi and Jiang Gan behind him.

"Did you hear that?"

"The Grand Commander praised you as pigs."

"Please, have some dishwater to drink."

Ding Yi understood.

He threw down the bedding he was holding.

She burst into tears.

"This is so unfair!!"

"I, Ding Yi, have never drunk dishwater in my entire life! I want to get off the ship! I want to go home!"

Jiang Gan was so frightened that his face turned pale:

"Gongjin...we were classmates...and this is what you're giving me to drink?"

The pressure was put on Zhou Yu.

Zhao Yu wasn't angry; it was just a verbal argument, a minor incident.

Thank goodness I brought Liu Wan with me.

It seems that fate has its own destiny.

Give Zhou Yu a thumbs up.

"high!"

"That's brilliant!"

"So this is how Jiangdong treats its guests."

"Smiling to your face, but acting like this behind your back."

"Grand Commander, I admire your magnanimity and breadth of mind to the very core!"

Zhao Yu took a step back and shouted at the hundred Tiger Guards on the deck.

"Did everyone hear that?"

"The Grand Commander said he'd treat us to hot pot broth!"

"This dishwater is a token of the Grand Commander's kindness!"

"Come, come, General Cheng, quickly fetch a bucket!"

"Today, in front of the Grand Commander, I will empty this bucket of water!"

"If I drink even a sip less, I'm disrespecting the Grand Commander!"

"But after I finish drinking it, when I return to Xuchang, I will definitely report to the Emperor the truth, saying that the Jiangdong navy grew up drinking dishwater!"

This tactic combines "moral blackmail" with "making a fuss over nothing".

Even Zhou Yu, with his thick skin, couldn't withstand it.

In front of the entire army, how could they give the Han angel hot pot water to drink?

If this gets out,

Do we still want to maintain the reputation of Jiangdong as a land of etiquette?

Does he still want to maintain his Zhou Yu persona?

Zhou Yu took a deep breath.

She glared fiercely at Liu Wan, who had "caused the trouble".

Despite his meticulous planning, he never expected that the dancer in Zhao Yu's group was actually a native of Wu!

"Misunderstand."

Zhou Yu squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"Just now, I was... testing this young lady's dialect."

"Since it passed, that means... cough cough, you've integrated well into Jiangdong."

Zhou Yu waved his sleeve.

They're all useless; how can their spies gather intelligence?

Did we miss this woman's information?

You have to find a way to save face for yourself.

So he yelled at Cheng Pu:

"What are you all standing there for!"

"Anyone who dares to bring up that joke again, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."

"Bring the wine! Bring the best meat!"

"My angel has come from afar; if he grows thin from hunger, I will hold you responsible!"

After saying that, Zhou Yu walked quickly up the stairs without looking back.

His back view looked somewhat disheveled.

Zhao Yu watched Zhou Yu's retreating figure.

He chuckled and turned to pat Liu Wan on the shoulder.

"Well done!"

"Miss Liu, from today onwards, you will be our delegation's 'Chief Interpreter'!"

"If Zhou Yu dares to grumble again, you'd better shut him up on the spot!"

Liu Wan bowed slightly.

"Of course." "I can swear too... and I can swear even dirtier than him."

……

A short while later, it was lunchtime.

"Squeak—"

The hatch opened.

Cheng Pu walked in with a cold face.

Several cooks followed behind.

He was holding a tray.

It wasn't spoiled rice, and it certainly wasn't dishwater.

It's raw fish slices (also known as sashimi; books say that during the Shang Dynasty, there was already a saying of "roasted turtle and raw carp," so it's obvious who copied whom).

Thinly sliced ​​as cicada wings, neatly arranged on top, along with wriggling river shrimp, soaking in wine.

"The Grand Commander has given an order."

"Lord Zhao has come from afar, and there have been many 'misunderstandings' before. Tonight, we have specially prepared a 'river delicacies feast' to entertain you."

"The governor said that the cuisine of Jiangdong emphasizes freshness. These are all freshly caught from the river, and are the most nourishing."

"Please enjoy your meal, everyone."

After saying that, Cheng Pu put down the tray, turned around and left.

Before leaving home,

He even turned around to take a look at Ding Yi, who was swallowing hard.

This is definitely not poison.

But for northerners who are used to eating noodles and stewed meat,

This stuff is even stronger than laxatives.

This is Zhou Yu's "open strategy"—eat it, and you'll suffer from an upset stomach for days; if you don't eat it, go eat dry rations, and that will save you from wasting these things.

"Wow! This is great stuff!"

Ding Yi was a discerning man, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"This sashimi looks like it was prepared with superb knife skills! And this drunken shrimp...tsk tsk tsk, the Grand Commander is quite the connoisseur!"

Jiang Gan also pretended to straighten his clothes.

He picked up a slice of sashimi and held it up to the candlelight:

"Not bad, not bad."

As the ancients said, "One should not be too particular about the fineness of the food, nor about the delicacy of the preparation."

Gongjin is treating me with ancient etiquette! It seems he still cherishes our friendship from when we were classmates.

Only Liu Wan,

Looking at the table full of food,

He whispered to Zhao Yu:

"Young master, please don't eat it. The air along the river is very humid, and these things are cold in nature."

"Moreover, the fish and shrimp in this river... if they are not cooked thoroughly, the stomachs of northerners cannot handle them."

Zhao Yu was about to stop him, but when he looked back...

Ding Yi was already using both hands, grabbing shrimp with one hand and stuffing fish into the other.

His mouth was stuffed full:

"Mmm! So fresh! It's incredibly fresh!"

"Want some too?"

"It's so slippery!"

Jiang Gan also closed his eyes, looking completely relaxed.

"Hmm...it melts in your mouth, with a sweet aftertaste, elegant! Very elegant!"

Zhao Yu's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

never mind,

Good advice is useless when it comes to a damned devil.

It's just diarrhea.

Give them a lesson.

"Liu Wan, let's eat dry rations."

Zhao Yu silently took out a large pancake.

……

It works very quickly.

Half an hour later.

A quiet cabin.

A rumbling sound came from my stomach.

That was a harbinger of the Yellow River and Yangtze River breaching their banks.

"Ouch... my stomach..."

He clutched his stomach and clamped his legs together.

They ran out of the cabin.

"Brother Zhengli...how could you be so rude...Ouch!!"

Jiang Gan was about to laugh when

Suddenly his expression changed.

He felt as if a dragon was dancing inside his stomach.

"Oh my god."

One hour. A full hour.

Neither Ding Yi nor Jiang Gan returned.

When Zhao Yu went over to look.

The scene was so beautiful that it defies description.

"Chief Secretary... help me..."

Ding Yi weakly reached out his hand.

"Grand Commander... this is poison... I'm going to die..."

Zhao Yu covered his nose, looking at the two good-for-nothings.

Then I remembered that Cheng Pu had left behind a bunch of things.

The meaning is self-evident.

"Poison? They didn't poison me."

"They're using 'culture' to kill people."

"Zhou Gongjin, do you want to see us so badly we can't even stand up, so you can laugh at us?"

"dream."

"Liu Wan! Tell them to start a fire!"

"Set up that 'Shenwei Lao' special pot in our car!"

Zhao Yu rummaged through the bottom of the box for a while,

He took out a delicate little cloth bag.

That was a packet of pepper and ginger powder that I got from the imperial physician before I left.

In this era, pepper was a spice more expensive than gold, and it was used to treat stomach cold.

"No more hot pot! Tonight we're having 'Fish and Lamb Hot Pot,' a special cure for this 'travesty weather'!"

A moment later, a campfire was lit on the deck.

Zhao Yu personally took charge of the procedure.

He first heated the pot over a high flame.

Then he scooped out a large chunk of snow-white mutton fat with a spoon and put it in.

"Sizzle—"

The mutton fat melts upon contact with the pan.

That unique, mellow aroma completely masked the original fishy smell on the river surface.

This is a flavor only northern nobles could have!

"Isn't the emphasis on 'freshness'? I'll show the Grand Commander what true 'freshness' really means!"

"Fish and lamb, isn't that just delicious?"

Pour all the remaining fish and drunken shrimp into the pot and fry them.

The high temperature of the mutton fat instantly locked in the moisture of the fish.

It turned into a caramelized aroma.

Immediately afterwards, "Splash!" A large bucket of boiling water was poured into the pot.

It instantly turned into a rich, milky white color.

At this point, pour in that precious packet of pepper.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

The aroma began to permeate the river.

The Eastern Wu soldiers were eating flatbread and salted fish, swallowing it with cold water.

His nose twitched involuntarily.

"Holy crap... what's that smell?"

"It smells so good...it smells like fish, and...and lamb?!"

"Not only that, it also has a pepper flavor? How luxurious!"

Zhao Yu stood by the pot, holding a large soup ladle in his hand.

"Oh dear! This fish is best eaten fried or stewed in the fat of northern China until it turns milky white—that's how you nourish yourself!"

"While the Grand Commander's intentions are good, eating raw food is extremely harmful to one's health; that's how savages eat!"

"Look at this soup! It's milky white! One sip, and it warms you right to the core!"

"This is what they call—Southern fish and northern sheep, unparalleled in the world!"

"Liu Wan, quick! Serve Ding Yi and Jiang Gan a large bowl each!"

"Drink it while it's hot! It's full of mutton fat and pepper, a cure for diarrhea! You'll feel instantly better after drinking it!"

Yi originally didn't want to open her mouth anymore.

But the aroma of pepper and mutton fat mixed together was irresistible once it entered my nose.

……