The food in the martial arts hall has always been very down-to-earth, and the person in charge of the kitchen is an old firehead army in Liaodong.

There is a large plate on the table and even a large magnetic basin, which is filled with boiled pork ribs, noodles made of sweet potatoes, corn nuggets, potatoes, etc., which looks delicious.

It's just that Gu Jia didn't dare to tell the cooks that he was cooking for His Majesty, because he was worried that if he really said it, this group of people would not be able to cook well when they were excited.

"Your Majesty, this dish is called Liaodong Stew, and it is a new dish created by the chef of Wutang according to the ingredients, you can try it." Liu Hong had already eaten it, and when he saw Zhu Cihong, he looked at it and said.

The Northeast stew looks rough, but the stuff in it is really good, and the noodles look particularly eye-catching, because this thing is new, the palace hasn't introduced it at all.

At the beginning, Liu Hongjian only mentioned it to the cooks, he missed the messy stew of the future generations, but he didn't think that the old chef really made it out.

Zhu Cihong looked curious, there are no such rough ingredients in the palace, and most of the imperial meals he eats on weekdays are jade plates and delicacies.

"Messy stew? It's the first time I've heard of it, and I've come to try it. As he spoke, he picked up a piece of pork ribs and took a bite, and then grabbed a chopstick vermicelli.

"Well, these ribs are very soft and sweet, should they be neutralized with sugar, is this shiny thing vermicelli? This is delicious, a huge companion, write it down, and go back to let the people of Shangshan Jian learn it. ”

Zhu Cihong sucked the fans while rushing to the huge sea road at the door.

"Liaodong is a bitter cold place, the border army is also suffering from this, especially in the winter there are not many ingredients, in order to facilitate the cooking of more people, the fire head army of the border army in order to facilitate the cooking of more people, they use pork ribs and other meat in the pot, and then add dried radish, cabbage and other things, with white rice to eat, this is the predecessor of this dish.

And this vermicelli, corn nuggets, potatoes and other things were introduced in our Ming Dynasty not long ago, but it is expected that this dish will definitely shine and spread for centuries in the future. Liu Hong gradually remembered the scene when he fought outside the Guan.

"Did Brother Liu eat this when he and his father went on an expedition to build slaves?" Zhu Cihong said seriously.

"Yes, the Liaodong soldiers were happy during that time, they had meat to eat, and it was all horse meat, hehe, don't talk about this." Liu Hong gradually waved his hand.

Liaodong soldiers suddenly have meat to eat also from the beginning of his Liu Hong gradually went to the outside of the pass, and the biggest harvest from the fight against that Jiannu is the collapsed war horse full of projectiles, so that when holding a bowl and gnawing meat, he can often eat iron eggs.

The past is over, and Liu Hong gradually feels a faint sadness whenever he thinks of his uncle.

Liaodong stew, sauerkraut pork belly stewed blood sausage, chicken stewed mushrooms, pork stewed vermicelli...... The avenue is simple, and the food of a few people is sweet.

"I heard that the Qin clan summoned you, Brother Liu, a few days ago, and I asked her, but she just didn't explain it, so I don't know what happened?" Zhu Cihong said casually.

The people in Dongchang didn't tell him about this, but it was Jinyiwei's people who sent the letter, and he also reprimanded Da Dahai and the Qin clan for this.

It's not that the size of the matter, but the special status of the king of Anguo, he is worried that the concubines in the harem will be summoned at will and may cause the king of Anguo to be dissatisfied.

"What can there be, the emperor should know it in your heart, it's not a big deal, since the matter of the prince has been discussed and understood, let's act according to the plan." Liu Hongjian didn't pay too much attention to the events of that day, and took a sip of wine.

Gu Jia and Song Yingxing, who were on the side, muttered in their hearts for a while, saying that the matter of Lichu is not a big deal, and the mountain master is really big-hearted, and then he thought about whether it was appropriate for them to sit here, so there was no need to avoid one or two.

"Brother Liu, don't worry, I don't dare to guarantee that I can, this one is still okay, don't hide it from Brother Liu, I've been working hard every day these days." Zhu Cihong whispered mysteriously to Liu Hong.

The word cultivation was gradually taught to him by Liu Hong, but he was also young, men are like this, once they taste the fishy smell, they will never forget it, and when they eat the bowl, they have to think about the pot.

Zhu Cihong is also inevitably vulgar, but this guy is a cow, according to the rules, there is a widow of the first emperor in the palace, and all the other women are the emperor's, he can sleep wherever he wants, and no one cares.

Even if he slept ten a day, it wouldn't be the same in a year.

And those palace daughters all want to refuse and welcome, who can stand this.

In the three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, it was not uncommon for the palace maid to be pregnant with the dragon species, and later there was a big incident.

Zhu Cihong doesn't care about this, anyway, every time he is lucky, there is a record of daily life, and there is no other man in the palace, as long as it is rumored that a palace maid is pregnant, Zhu Cihong looks back and is a title of a servant, hiding his merit and fame.

The selection of attendants does not belong to concubines in the Ming system, there is no official rank, at most it is a separate house, and two more people take care of it, but the treatment is very different from that of the palace maid.

Zhu Cihong's idea is very simple, when the child is born in the future, the man will be canonized as a concubine, and the woman will be canonized as a concubine.

Nothing else, he can afford to raise so many women now.

"Don't say that I don't remind you, this matter still needs to be controlled, even if you are young, you should not work hard every day, at most once every three days is more appropriate, self-discipline makes people free, Emperor."

Liu Hong gradually looked like a master of Taoism and gave Zhu Cihong an ethics lesson.

At this time, Gu Jia and Song Yingxing, who were passers-over, still didn't understand what the two were talking about, and they both got up and trembled, and they were able to express that they were anxious to urinate.

"Old Song." Liu Hong gradually shouted Uncle Song, who wanted to slip away.

"Huh?" Uncle Song almost flashed his old waist with a stumble.

"That medicinal wine is really good for the mountain chief to drink, let your in-laws get more of it, and send it back to the emperor, and count it on the account of Xishan merchants." Liu Hong gradually commanded.

"Oh, huh?" Uncle Song said subconsciously, and then he was surprised.

Although the tiger bone wine has the effect of strengthening the body and tonifying the kidneys, it is just used by people in the countryside, how can Your Majesty's golden body dare to use it indiscriminately, who can afford to take care of it, I knew that the elder of the mountain was so unreliable and had to recommend it to His Majesty, and he would not have said anything more than that.

But the mountain elder had spoken, and with the novelty of His Majesty the Emperor's face, he had no choice but to give up.

"I know that now I will go to the martial arts arena every morning to finish exercising, and then go back to eat and deal with government affairs, but since Brother Liu has such good medicine and wine, why don't you give it to me earlier." Zhu Cihong joked with a smile.

"No, I've just started using it, how dare I give you this golden body if I don't try the effect, it's strange that the courtiers don't eat the ministers alive." Liu Hong gradually said disapprerovingly.

"Oh, by the way, the emperor, after thinking about it recently, it seems that the time is ripe for that matter."