As Wang Jian and his son savored tea and enjoyed cups, the aroma of food also wafted out of the kitchen.

After a little leaning, Qin Mo came out with an iron pot and bamboo chopsticks.

"I have put the only bacon in my family into the pot, so don't dislike the two old generals."

The iron pot was placed on the table, and the lid was lifted, and a spicy and strong fragrance suddenly spread.

"Gudu!" The father and son swallowed their saliva together.

I looked into the pot, but it was stewed with potatoes!

The reason why Qin Mo traveled through time was because he wandered with his family and carried a lot of ingredients on his back at the right time.

In recent years, the ingredients he brought had been successfully cultivated, and during the period of destroying the six kingdoms, he captured one place and promoted the planting of one place.

The various high-yield staple foods in the Eight Treasure Porridge ingredients, as well as potatoes, cabbage, eggplant, peppers and other vegetables... are not uncommon.

What's strange is the cooking method!

"My only pottery bowl was just broken by the First Emperor."

"The two veteran generals just let's eat with these three flat and four unrounded dishes."

Qin Mo took out three sets of porcelain bowls and porcelain plates from the desk and divided one for each of the father and son.

These porcelain bowls, porcelain plates and tea cups are made into the same kiln. Because they are relatively large in size and are more difficult to fire, they are more coarse than tea cups.

It is really flat and unrounded, and you can't get on the table!

But even so, the father and son took it carefully, for fear of breaking it.

Qin Mo smiled at it.

"The two veteran generals don't have to do this. These dishes are defective and not precious. If they fall, they will fall."

The father and son asked in surprise: "Free products? Is there anything better?"

Qin Mo nodded: "The next kiln is about to be cooked, I believe it can be purchased. If the two old generals like it, they will send a few sets to the mansion."

"Then I thank Prime Minister Qin."

Wang Ben bowed and accepted happily.

Wang Jian, who was thicker than his son, pointed to the teacup and said, "It is best to give some of this cup of Chinese fairy tea."

"Tea, of course."

Qin Mo reached out and took out a thick porcelain jar from the desk a few times, and said, "But today, we only drink wine!"

As he said that, he patted Kaifeng mud and filled tea cups for the father and son.

The strong aroma of wine instantly overwhelms the aroma of stewed meat.

Seeing this, Wang Jian's eyes shone brightly, but he quipped: "Qin Xiang, alcohol is used to disinfect the wounds of military soldiers. The emperor's laws strictly prohibit drinking. You are a bad law."

"My father has been drinking a lot on weekdays, so don't tease Qin Xiang."

Wang Ben was honest and honest, and he opened his mouth to reveal his father's true feelings.

"Besides, this alcohol was developed by Qin Xiang. No matter how strict the emperor's laws are, it cannot be controlled by Qin Xiang."

Qin Mo laughed loudly when he heard this: "Drinking alcohol is harmful to the body. The emperor issued a law to ban drinking, which is actually the concern for the soldiers in the army."

"However, this jar of younger generations is not alcohol, but real wine. The two old generals can drink it with confidence."

The warriors are rough and there is no one who doesn’t like wine.

When the father and son heard this, they immediately served the cups and tasted them.

The two pots hidden in the cellar are less dry and have less mellowness and are indeed not comparable to alcohol.

After a drink of the father and son, their eyes lit up and praised: "Good wine!"

"Don't forget there is still food."

Qin Mo took the lead in picking up a piece of bacon that had been stewed until crispy and stuffed it into his mouth to eat.

The father and son were no longer polite and couldn't wait to pick up the stewed meat to taste, but it was fragrant and spicy, making people unable to stop!

The two Great Qin Marquis, one sip of wine and one sip of meat, were very pleasant to eat, and they were still feeling the same while eating and drinking.

"It seems that although Prime Minister Qin is frugal, he is not harsh on himself."

"Well, the food that my father and son usually eat is called sausage compared to the food that the Qin princess eats!"

...

Two days later, the Imperial Garden of the Qin Palace.

Ying Zheng was wearing a black casual suit and watched his eldest son Fusu dance in his sword, commenting: "It's gorgeous but not solid, and it's less sharp."

"If you fight against Qin Mo, you will probably have your head landed in the blink of an eye!"

Fusu took the sword and smiled bitterly: "The father was joking. Prime Minister Qin is the number one warrior in China. How can a son minister compare with him?"

"You are self-aware. In the future, Qin Mo may experience it with you, which will benefit you a lot."

Ying Zheng instructed, and Fusu hurriedly bowed and said yes.

The father and son chatted again. Ying Zheng suddenly looked at Zhao Gao, who was standing beside him, and asked, "Qin Mo hasn't come to court for the past two days, but has he moved out of the hut?"

"The Prime Minister Qin has not moved out yet."

“Not moved?”

Ying Zheng frowned immediately.

Zhao Gao was frightened and hurriedly explained: "The emperor didn't know that the 100-acre mansion donated to Qin Prime Minister Li Tingwei was used by Qin Prime Minister to set up a new school."

"The wealth and goods such as horses, carriages, silk and other gifts given to me were also sold by the Qin Xiang to hire a Master."

"Now, Prime Minister Qin is alone again!"

Ying Zheng was stunned when he heard this, "Are you... defeated again?"

"If you continue like this, giving him a treasury is not enough to defeat!"

Fusu dared not agree and defended Qin Mo: "Father, Prime Minister Qin is dedicated to his country, and the father should praise him. How can he say that he is defeated?"

"You coward understands what you understand!"

"Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, which noble ministers have you met who have lived in a hut for overnight dinner?"

"Da Qin wants shame?"

Ying Zheng angrily scolded his son, and then asked Zhao Gao: "Where is Wang Jian and Wang Ben? How did I explain to them? Even some trivial matters are inappropriate!"

He was really angry and called the names of the two Chehous.

"The two veteran generals went to the hut three times a day to persuade him, but Qin Xiang is also a person with a firm mind and a person who cannot be easily persuaded by others."

Zhao Gao explained helplessly.

Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "Can't persuade him, can't he use a trick?"

"Two veterans who are full of wisdom on the battlefield can't match a younger generation, and it's not embarrassing to lose!"

Zhao Gao: "..."

Fusu: "..."

That is the prime minister of our Great Qin Empire, not an old minister of the six countries. Is it necessary to do so?

...

That night, the Wang family, who had been eating and drinking at Qin Mo's house for two consecutive days, finally discovered his conscience.

The father and son held a banquet in the mansion and invited Qin Mo to the banquet.

Qin Mo could not resist the kind invitation from the two old seniors, so he had to bring a gift.

"Newly released porcelain."

“Newly fried Rainbow Camellia.”

"I hope the two veteran generals don't feel shabby!"

Qin Mo came on foot and presented the gifts he was holding.

Wang Jian and Wang Ben looked at the plain porcelain comparable to jade, smelling the refreshing fragrance of tea, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Okay, okay, such a generous gift, how can you dislike the shabbyness? Come to the seat quickly."

"Recently, a new dancer in the mansion was beautiful, as elegant as an immortal, and he was accustomed to dancing swords. Prince Qin must taste it!"

The two old people were unreasonable, pressed Qin Mo on the table, and waved their hands to call the dancer to cheer him up.

Qin Mo was so at ease that he could eat and drink, and he could see the beauty as soon as he saw the dancer's sword skills, but he still applauded and cheered.

"Prince Qin, can this woman still have the shape of a magical eye?"

Wang Jian raised his longevity eyebrows and said ambiguously.

That look really like an old turtle man.

Qin Mo was amused and nodded, "It's great."

...
Chapter completed!