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

"This is...where we eat?"

Ding Yi looked at the back door in front of him, which was covered in dust.

Only the area around the door was relatively clean.

I was a little nervous.

"Brother, have we taken the wrong road? This looks like a rip-off."

"What a rip-off!"

Zhao Yu reached out and pushed open the back door.

"This is called home-style cooking."

"Do you understand?"

"The main entrance is for ordinary people. We are shareholders, so going through the back door makes us look more distinguished."

Cao Jie skillfully stepped over the threshold.

He didn't forget to turn back and remind Ding Yi:

"Lord Ding, once you go inside, no matter what you see, you must remain calm."

"Especially if you see someone with a knife, never run away."

Ding Yi: "???"

Take a knife?

Why do we need to use a knife when we eat?

The three of them walked through the backyard, which was piled high with firewood.

We arrived at the lobby.

The lobby is still under renovation.

Several men dressed as Xiliang soldiers were moving tables.

In the very center, there was a round table.

A hole was dug in the middle.

There was a copper pot on the table.

Two burly men were sitting at the table.

It was Han Sui and Ma Teng.

Han Sui was holding a short knife.

Are you sharpening... a toothpick?

Hearing the noise,

Han Sui, who was sharpening toothpicks, looked up.

He stared intently at Zhao Yu, who was walking at the front.

He was terribly tricked by Zhao Yu in Xiliang.

Now he's reduced to being a cook.

That resentment was greater than anything else.

"Oh, isn't this Chief Clerk Zhao?"

Han Sui twirled his knife in a flourish.

"What a rare guest."

"What brings you here? Maybe you'd like to see how sharp my knife is, and whether it can cut your mouth off?"

Ding Yi was startled and immediately hid behind Zhao Yu.

This isn't a cook; this is clearly an assassin!

Zhao Yu acted as if he hadn't heard.

Pull out a chair and sit down:

"General Han, don't get so angry."

"Your salary from the Prime Minister's office isn't low, is it? Prime Minister Cao is a major shareholder; we're partners."

Zhao Yu pointed to Cao Jie standing to the side.

Han Sui glanced at it.

I recognized him.

"Hurry up and cut two plates of meat, I'm hungry."

Han Sui gritted his teeth.

He went to the side and chopped the knife onto the cutting board.

"Just wait!"

They were literally cutting the meat as if it were Zhao Yu.

The kind of death by a thousand cuts.

Ma Teng would certainly not act like Han Sui.

"Has the Chief Secretary arrived?"

"Perfect timing! Take a look at this broth. Plenty of the dogwood and Sichuan peppercorns specially approved by the Prime Minister! The flavor is strong!"

Zhao Yu gestured for Cao Jie and Ding Yi to sit down.

"Come, come, sit down."

"Old Ma, stop talking nonsense, bring out the meat and vegetables."

After a while.

The meat has arrived.

have to say,

Although Han Sui hated Zhao Yu,

But the knife skills are truly superb.

The slices of mutton were translucent.

They were arranged in the shape of a flower on the plate.

Dip it in the boiling hot spicy soup,

It's cooked when it changes color.

Zhao Yu picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks.

Put it in your mouth.

"Hmm!"

"General Han, your swordsmanship has improved since a few months ago!"

Han Sui snorted coldly from the side:

"I'll eat you to death, ****"

Then he spoke a phrase in the Xiliang dialect.

The three of them ate several plates of meat.

Cao Jie put down his chopsticks.

He frowned:

"The meat is good meat, and the soup is good soup."

"But it's all meat."

"Zhao Yu, don't you have any food?"

"It's the middle of spring, eating so much meat is too greasy. Even some green leaves would be nice."

Upon hearing this, Ma Teng explained the reason.

"Second Miss! You have no idea!"

"What time is it now? Early spring!"

"A period of food shortage!"

"Leafy greens in Xuchang are more expensive than meat! They've all been bought up by those powerful families!"

"If our shop bought fresh vegetables every day, our costs would double. The Prime Minister would be furious if he saw the accounts!"

"So for now, all we can offer are some dried radish and pickled vegetables."

Zhao Yu wiped his mouth.

Indeed, it's not a war right now.

People are picky eaters.

Eating only meat and no vegetables can easily cause internal heat.

It also doesn't fit the positioning of "high-end catering".

What is high-end? It's having what others don't.

"It's no big deal."

"It's just vegetables, isn't it?"

"Go find Chief Clerk Liu."

"Liu Ziyang?"

"That chief administrator in charge of the agricultural settlements? Isn't he a wheat farmer?"

"right."

Zhao Yu chuckled.

"Zhengli, take this note to Liu Ye tomorrow."

"Have him grant me a special permit for a sunny, warm plot of land outside the city."

"Stop planting wheat, plant only cabbage, chives, and spinach!"

"Just say it's a 'strategic material' from the Prime Minister's residence."

"If he dares not approve it, I'll investigate his land reclamation ledgers!"

Cao Jie twitched his lips to the side.

"Use the land of the Han people to grow vegetables."

"Only you would do something like that."

"However... this is a good idea. I'll plant some in the manor later."

With his major worry resolved, Ma Teng's mood improved considerably.

He rubbed his large hands together.

Looking at the nearly empty copper pot on the table,

It's rare for me to take the initiative like this.

"Um, Chief Secretary, Second Miss."

"I think the soup is almost gone."

"Shall I add some for you?"

Zhao Yu nodded:

"Okay, fill it up."

Ma Teng responded.

He picked up the copper kettle next to him.

In Ma Teng's hands, it was like a toy.

It was a perfectly normal thing to do.

The problem is that...

Ma Teng was accustomed to the pace of battle for many years.

He walked with great vigor and momentum.

When I got to the table,

Because of his large and imposing physique

His figure enveloped Ding Yi, who was sitting on the outside.

Ding Yi was picking up a piece of meat and putting it into his mouth.

It feels like it's getting dark.

A sense of oppression came from behind.

I subconsciously looked up.

Ma Teng looked down at him, staring with wide eyes.

He was carrying that long-spouted pot in his hand.

This posture is hardly like adding soup.

It was a preparation to give Ding Yi a "wake-up call."

By the way, would you like it steamed or braised?

"ah!!"

Ding Yi screamed in terror.

Hand trembled.

The chopsticks flew away, and the meat fell onto his crotch.

"Don't kill me! I won't eat anymore! I really won't eat anymore!"

Ding Yi huddled in a corner of the room.

Shivering.

Ma Teng held the pot suspended in mid-air.

Completely bewildered:

"What's wrong? I just wanted to add some soup..."

Han Sui, who was cutting meat not far away, also looked over.

She added quietly:

"Shoucheng, I've already told you."

"Your face is only fit to be added to soup in the King of Hell's palace."

"Here? For anyone but acquaintances, that's a death knell."

Cao Jie watched this scene and rubbed his temples:

"The vegetable problem has been solved."

"But now it seems... there's an even more critical problem."

indeed.

Adding soup is like an execution.

Cutting meat is like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

This doesn't look like a hot pot restaurant at all.

This is clearly a "restaurant where you never return."

"Serve."

"This is a high-end restaurant, not a shady business that robs people."

"Judging from what you just saw, the customers were scared out of their wits before they even took out their money."

"Old Ma."

Zhao Yu looked at Ma Teng, who had a wronged expression.

"We need to make some changes."

"In business, harmony brings wealth."

"Come on, give this chief clerk a smile."

"Try saying 'Welcome,' but in a gentle tone."

Ma Teng was a little embarrassed, so he put the copper kettle down:

"I...I'll try my best."

Take a deep breath.

Try to engage those facial muscles that are constantly tense.

He tried to squint his eyes, but they only widened further.

"Welcome to our showroom!!!"

Coupled with that ferocious yet ingratiating expression.

This is clearly:

"You choose the path to heaven but refuse to take it, while barging into the gates of hell when there are none!"

Ding Yi had just sat up and was sitting properly.

Ma Teng's words scared him so much that he hid under the table again.

His voice was already trembling with tears:

"Brother... let's go..."

"This meal...it'll shorten your lifespan!"

Zhao Yu slapped himself on the forehead.

Hopeless.

That smile.

Even more terrifying than Zhang Liao.

Stop the baby from crying at night.