Qin Sheng looked at the white and tender tofu in the red and green porcelain bowl, and his narrow eyes showed a hint of appreciation before he even tasted it.

He picked up the small spoon next to him and took a spoonful.

In an instant, the tofu covered with the aroma of gravy slid into the mouth, accompanied by a surge of spicy and spicy taste, which emerged from the tip of the tongue and went straight to the seven orifices and then to the Tianling Gai.

Qin Sheng was so excited that he closed his eyes and felt like tears were coming out of his nose.

Qin Sheng immediately spit out the tofu in his mouth, covered his chest and coughed loudly.

"Ahem, cough...what kind of dish is this!" Qin Sheng coughed and disliked it.

"Commander, please calm down! Commander, please calm down!" The food delivery man immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Upon seeing this, Wei Yuanting picked up the handkerchief next to him and stepped forward to hand it to Qin Sheng.

Seeing Qin Sheng's forehead start to sweat, this dish is quite powerful.

"What kind of dish can make you do this?" Wei Yuanting's eyebrows were filled with a smile.

There was a trace of inquiry in my eyes as I looked at the soup.

"You'll know if you try it yourself. It's so hot that I'm even sweating." Qin Sheng wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and said.

Wei Yuanting took a spoonful from the spoon next to him and took a bite. When he entered the mouth of the tofu, there was indeed an extremely overbearing and exciting taste.

However, his reaction was not as big as Qin Sheng's, and the smell was within his acceptable range.

After taking a few bites, I felt pretty good. It was spicy and delicious, which whetted my appetite.

What's more important is that I feel warm all over after taking it.

If you serve this kind of tofu soup when the weather is cold in winter, it should be warmer than the mutton soup cooked in the iron stove.

"This dish is good." Wei Yuanting praised and took another spoonful.

The man kneeling on the ground breathed a sigh of relief. The military advisor didn't like it, but the general liked it.

so far so good.

Qin Sheng frowned, with a look of helplessness on his handsome and cold face.

He took a sip of the tea in his cup and still hadn't regained his composure.

"If you like it, just bring it over." Qin Sheng said generously.

He won't take a second bite of this dish.

"Have you ever felt that after eating this dish, your body will immediately heat up and you will sweat a lot."

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows, "So what..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind immediately turned around.

"You mean this dish should be eaten when it's cold?" Qin Sheng's eyes lit up, and when he looked at the dishes on the table, he didn't feel as disgusted as before.

"The winter in the northwest is so cold that the soldiers can't sleep warm until late at night. If you drink a bowl of soup like this before going to bed, you will probably have a good sleep." Wei Yuanting put down the spoon and said.

"Go and call the cook. I will reward him."

"Yes, General."

The person who delivered the food was overjoyed.

Being rewarded by the general is a rare good thing. Many master chefs have not had this opportunity after working in the kitchen for several years.

Wan Hongmei was so confused that she was called over. She walked to the tent and looked at the guards standing around. Her heart was still pounding.

Just for one dish, I wouldn't call her over to tell her how to cook it.

If you think eggs are delicious, do you still want to meet the egg-laying hens?

Wan Hongmei didn't dare to say this to outsiders, she only dared to think about it in her heart.

She didn't understand anything when she entered the camp and followed the people next to her.

When he asked her to kneel down, she knelt down without even daring to raise her head.

Wei Yuanting was a little surprised when he saw a woman in her thirties. Why did he remember that there were mostly male cooks in the kitchen.

"General, these are the refugees we met while patrolling the roadside before. They escaped from the northwest. Don't you want to recruit some men to join the army? The man was taken away, and the woman had nowhere to go. There happened to be a shortage of people in the military camp.

, and brought them all back.”

"The men were taken to practice military training, and the women helped in various areas of the kitchen." The young general on the side explained.

Wei Yuanting's face darkened when he heard this.

Although he asked the surrounding villagers to be used as soldiers, it was not in line with the rules to arrest all the men, women, and children in the village.

According to the usual practice, each household recruits soldiers, and each household only needs one man.

This method of recruiting refugees is really against the rules, but everyone has arrived at the military camp. Now that the war is about to begin, there is indeed a shortage of people.

"When this battle is over, send them all away." Wei Yuanting ordered.

"Yes, General." The young general on the side wiped his sweat.

"Are you the cook who makes this tofu soup? Raise your head." Wei Yuanting looked at the kneeling woman in front of him.

The woman slowly raised her head, revealing a slightly delicate face. Although her complexion was much darker, her eyes were clear and clear, and she looked dignified and generous.

She was indeed better than some official ladies he had seen.

While Wei Yuanting was sizing up Wan Hongmei, Wan Hongmei was also sizing up the people in the room.

At a glance, she saw the two young men standing in the tent. They must be the military advisor and the general known to everyone.

Why are you so young?

He's tall and handsome!

Wan Hongmei felt that the man in front of her was more handsome than the leading actors in many costume dramas she had seen.

I recall that my daughter said that the world is actually a Machiavellian novel. So, can the people in the novel not be good-looking?

Perhaps Wan Hongmei's gaze was too intense, which made the two people present have some inquisitive thoughts.

"Can you write? Do you still remember the recipe for your tofu soup?" Wei Yuanting asked, calming down his usually intimidating manner.

"I know how to write, sir... No, general, this dish is called spicy... spicy tofu." Wan Hongmei replied.

It's one thing to be able to write, but it's another thing to be able to write in your hands.

Wan Hongmei looked at the pens, inks, paper and inkstones handed to her by the people around her, and hesitated for a while while holding the pen.

As soon as I touched the paper, I felt like my pen was moving all over the place.

The characters were also written crookedly, with everyone running around with their own ideas, forming a sharp contrast with the calligraphy scroll hanging on the tent next to them.

She herself felt ugly, but there was nothing she could do about it. She could only write with hard pen.

After Wan Hongmei finished writing this recipe, she put down her pen with peace of mind.

"Ahem..." Qin Sheng looked at the word and coughed slightly.

Wei Yuanting, who was standing aside, rolled his eyes at him, and Qin Sheng also restrained himself when he saw this.

"This dish of yours can be used to cook soup for the soldiers during the great cold season. It is a great achievement. How about I reward you with fifty taels of silver?" Wei Yuanting asked, looking away from the menu.

After hearing this reward, Wan Hongmei was not very happy, but felt hesitant to speak.

"Are you not satisfied?" Wei Yuanting noticed something was wrong with Wan Hongmei's expression.

Wan Hongmei is really not satisfied.

Although she has no money now, there are many valuables in the space, and they are all worth more than these fifty taels.

Besides, she had no money to spend in this military camp.

"General, can I change the reward?" Wan Hongmei said directly.

"What reward do you want?" Qin Sheng also became interested and stared at Wan Hongmei with a playful look.

This was the first time he saw someone bargaining with Wei Yuanting.
Chapter completed!