The empress said: "It smells very special, but it's just barbecue. I'm afraid it's too delicious for human beings."

Jiang Fan said: "How can the products produced by me be compared with those of ordinary people? You will know after you try them."

After saying that, he personally picked up a bunch and handed it to the empress: "While it's hot, freshly roasted ones are the best."

The empress was not polite either. As soon as she took the first bite, her eyes lit up: "It's crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, juicy and juicy on the outside, and fragrant. It's truly a delicacy in the world."

Jiang Fan said: "That's natural. My spice preparation is extraordinary. I searched all over the country to find it. There are not many left. If they don't send it next month, I will be out of stock."

Who they were, he didn't say, and she didn't ask.

"If you need to promote the formula to the people, I won't hide it."

The empress looked at him: "This is a business that earns money every day, are you willing to do it?"

Jiang Fan smiled: "If I want to make a lot of money every day, do I need to rely on this?"

The empress seemed to agree, but she disagreed with the promotion: "Desire of food and drink can easily corrode people's hearts."

Unexpectedly, she was afraid that the Qin people would be greedy for enjoyment, which is exactly what the empress did.

"Not necessarily. After all, desire can also give people unlimited fighting spirit. When the people of Qin know that there are so many good things in the world..."

He suddenly stopped talking, feeling a little annoyed as to why he had to say this.

Fortunately, the empress only thought about it for a while, but did not dwell on this topic.

Jiang Fan took another bunch and handed it to Gu Beiyan. He gave it to Gu Beiyan very naturally, and the latter took it naturally. The empress was inexplicably moved in her heart. Suddenly she felt that since she met Jiang Fan, he seemed to treat everyone like this, treating everyone as an equal and not caring about anything.

The concept of superiority and inferiority. It seems that getting along with him is very easy...

This can be seen from Gu Beiyan's performance. As a Dragon Eagle Guard, she was usually very strict with herself and had a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority. In the past, the master would roast the meat and bring the food with his own hands. It would be impossible for him to dare to accept the reward.

, she also had to thank her. But after only a few days with Jiang Fan, she became more casual. Looking at this state, she didn't even realize it.

However, Gu Beiyan did not dare to sit at the same table with the empress, and stepped away with the meat skewers. Jiang Fan frowned, "Come back here, you still have to work, sit here and eat!"

Gu Beiyan looked at the empress and said, "People's daughters don't dare."

Jiang Fan impatiently went over and pulled her over: "Sit down, I don't have those rules here."

The empress didn’t

Someone objected, "Sit down, you don't have to do this in private."

Gu Beiyan was stunned, eating at the same table as the empress? However, how could she dare to disobey the empress' order, so she finally sat down.

Jiang Fan once again distributed a bunch to each of them: "Try this, crispy chicken bones, it's fresh and crispy in one bite, it's even more delicious."

Jiang Fan introduced it while eating, and sighed: "There is no beer, it is a fly in the ointment."

"What is beer?"

"You probably don't like the wine from my hometown. It's not strong enough and tastes bland, but it's very refreshing when it's chilled."

“I’ll try it when I have time in the future.”

Jiang Fan said: "It's not complicated. Let's wait until we have time."

The empress looked at him: "You sleep until midnight every day, don't you have time?"

Jiang Fan sneered: "I still need to write a book, everyone is waiting to hear it. Here, I'll give you the dipping sauce, two kinds, this one is powder, this one is dipping sauce... Yanzi, bring the wine..."

"I'm also waiting to hear...an update."

Jiang Fan said: "Go early tomorrow. If you're late, you won't be able to get a seat."

Gu Beiyan smiled bitterly in her heart, "You are the only one who dares to talk to His Majesty like this. To be honest, she really can't figure out the relationship between these two people now."

"Why don't we talk about it now?"

The empress is indeed very interested in the Three Kingdoms.

Jiang Fan shook his head: "Listen to the book. There must be an atmosphere. I'm not telling you. You will know when you go there. It is very interesting to see hundreds of people listening to the book together. Trust me."

The empress really didn't insist anymore.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​writing this book?"

Jiang Fan spread his hands helplessly: "If you don't have money, you need money for firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, and seven things to open the door. You have to live a good life."

"Did you have this thought when you first became Linjiang Immortal?"

Jiang Fan thought for a moment and said, "That's right. In fact, I just think this poem is quite suitable for the Three Kingdoms."

"It's hard for you to be a waiter for the Northern Ci Sage."

"Haha, a real man can bend and stretch, and besides, being a waiter and supporting one's own life is not a shame."

Gu Beiyan was shocked. Northern Ci Sage? Although Ding Shaoan told them some things about Jiang Fan and the empress traveling together, but now hearing the empress's personal confirmation, she still found it incredible. Although she is a warrior, she also has no respect for Northern Ci Sage.

Her reputation is astonishing, especially since she is still a woman after all. Even if she is a dead warrior, her true nature will not change.

She was deeply impressed by Shui Tiao Ge Tou and Magpie Bridge Immortal, and often wondered what kind of people

It is impossible to write such beautiful poems without being able to create such beautiful poems. Later, when I met Jiang Fan, I found that he was just a weak young man, and he was a chatterbox that almost annoyed me to death. I was somewhat disbelieving in my heart.

In fact, she also discovered a problem. Jiang Fan was not talkative to anyone, but only to himself. The less talkative he was, the more nagging he became, as annoying as ten thousand flies.

But having said that, it’s incredible that the dignified Bei Ci Sage actually works as a waiter. After all, this title is not given in vain. No matter where you show it, you will not be treated like a distinguished guest. Do you need to work hard to wait for the waiter? Thinking back to the past few days

I also worked as a helper, handyman, porter, and day laborer every day, and I felt more and more unable to see through him.

The empress suddenly stared at Jiang Fan: "Where is Jiang Jin's wine?"

Jiang Fan was stunned, shook his head and smiled: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

"The fisherman on the Longjiang River..." the empress said calmly: "Everyone in the world knows that the Southern Poet is the Immortal and the Northern Ci is the Saint, but no one knows that they are the same person."

Gu Beiyan was so surprised that Jiang Jinjiu was also written by him? She really liked this poem. Compared with other poems, she felt that Jiang Jinjiu was her favorite. The chivalrous and heroic sentiments depicted in the free and easy brushwork

It impacted her bound soul and made her heartbeat rise and fall every time she read it.

Who would have expected that Jiang Fan would still be the Immortal of Southern Poetry?

That's right. This makes sense. How could there be two such young men in the world at the same time?

The Southern Immortal and the Northern Saint, the Empress’ husband... It seems that it would be good to follow such a person.

Gu Beiyan came up with such an idea inexplicably. But he was strangled to death by himself in the next second. He was born to be a soldier of death. No matter what His Majesty arranged, he was His Majesty's soldier of death, waiting to be called at any time.

"How...do you still have an identity?" the empress asked slowly.

"Also, the master of Big Big Wolf, the old guy's apprentice, the storyteller of Penglai Pavilion, these are all identities. Speaking of which, everyone plays countless identities in their life, including parents, children, masters and apprentices, husbands and wives... and so on.

foot."

She knew that he was deliberately interrupting, but the empress actually felt that what he said had some truth and profound meaning.

"The house is well kept." The empress seemed to be interested in not discussing this topic anymore.
Chapter completed!