Qin Shihuang felt very distressed, but Qin Shihuang could not defend himself.

Why did you become an actor?

And I can't say that I am Qin Shihuang. When I say that I am Qin Shihuang, this person named Qin Yong is anxious.

And he was very tempted to beat him up.

well.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Qin Shihuang made up his mind to keep silent from now on.

If the person in front of him really gets angry, I'm afraid there will be no delicious purple sweet potatoes anymore.

"Okay, I will never say that I am Qin Shihuang again."

Qin Shihuang drooped his head as if he had made some mistake.

However, I am really Qin Shihuang. Now he is hard to tell. Only when his subordinates come to save him can he be honest.

"Is this just right? Do you think Qin Shihuang can act like this by just one person?"

"Brother, don't be too immersed in the show."

"Do you remember your name?"

Qin Yong spoke with great relief.

Is it a good child to correct mistakes? As long as this person is no longer crazy, in the next days, at least he will have a partner who can talk and play chess and relieve boredom.

"My surname is also Qin, and my name is Ying Zheng."

In order to maintain a good relationship with Qin Yong, Qin Shihuang had an idea and lied that his surname was Qin.

Qin Yong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Oh, your parents are really good enough to give you such a name."

"Qin Yingzheng, when you went to school with your name, did the teachers and principals of the school dare to accept it?"

"Are there any friends in school having fun with you?"

"Forget it, it's better not to say it. After all, we are still a whole family. It's a fate to meet two Qin's surnames on this deserted island."

"I will call you Lao Qin from now on. If you call you Ying Zheng, I, Qin Yong, will not open my mouth."

After hearing Qin Yong's words, Qin Shihuang nodded vigorously.

The name Lao Qin is a good one and sounds quite friendly.

Moreover, the immortal in his eyes opposite him actually had the surname Qin, which made Qin Shihuang very excited.

It seems that there have been people in the Qin family who have long been in the immortal class!

Didn’t I hear Qin Yong just say that he just didn’t want to start cultivating immortals so early?

Qin Shihuang was excited and began to keep thinking about it.

A burst of fragrance disrupted the rhythm of Qin Shihuang's continued to think about it.

This is a fragrance that Qin Shihuang had never smelled before.

The rich fragrance made Qin Shihuang swallow hard.

As the emperor of the Great Qin Empire, Qin Shihuang thought he had tasted all the delicious food in the world, but the short time he had been wandering to the deserted island made him realize how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

The rich fragrance became more and more fragrant, and it was so serious that Qin Shihuang's stomach was rumbled and protested.

Qin Yong laughed at the protests in Lao Qin's belly.

"You are so hungry that you don't speak yet. Lao Qin, you are really stupid."

"The hunger you are, the more you cannot eat the roasted sweet potatoes first, otherwise it will easily harm the stomach and intestines."

Qin Yong put a bowl of Qin Shihuang, made of fresh rice, and put a slice of pork marinated on it.

"Drink while it's hot, Lao Qin will still nourish his stomach."

Qin Shihuang had been seduced by this fragrance and drooling, so he could not have time to be polite.

After picking up the bowl, I first grabbed the fat piece of pork into my mouth with chopsticks.

As soon as the pork was in his mouth, Qin Shihuang closed his eyes.

His mouth was completely filled with the aroma of the meat.

It has two completely different flavors from the crispy and delicious purple-skinned sweet potato he had just tasted.

Qin Shihuang was slowly refusing and slowly guessing what kind of meat this was?

After guessing, all the guesses were rejected by him.

Alas, this flesh should only be found in heaven!

Qin Shihuang's appearance of closing his eyes and enjoying himself made Qin Yong feel accomplished.

After all, this fully proves that my cooking skills have made great progress.

Suddenly, Qin Shihuang opened his eyes wide.

Looking at Qin Yong with an almost crazy look.

"Qin Yong, how much salt is placed in your meat?"

Facing Old Qin's surprised tone, Qin Yong picked up a piece of marinated meat and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"Old Qin, it's not very salty! Is your taste lighter than mine? Or is it heavier than mine?"

Qin Yong couldn't tell whether he thought he had put too much salt or he thought he had put too little salt.

"Old Qin, if you feel salty, soak it in the rice porridge for a while before eating."

"If you feel that there are fewer salt grains, just add salt as you like!"

After saying that, Qin Yong handed the jar under his feet to Lao Qin.

Qin Shihuang took a breath of cold air in an instant!

What did he see?

He saw that the jar handed over by Qin Yong was filled with fine salt like snowflakes.

The fine salt like snowflakes is so crystal clear and evenly grained.

Qin Shihuang was trembling all over excitedly. This was much better than the salt he used by the First Emperor.

If it weren't for what I saw with my own eyes today, Qin Shihuang would never have dreamed that salt could have looked like this.

Qin Shihuang looked at Qin Yong in front of him and knew that he had met a treasure this time.

To be precise, I met an immortal.

Crispy, sweet and delicious sweet potatoes, fragrant and plump marinated meat, plus this bowl of rice porridge I have never heard of before.

There was also a large jar of fine salt like snowflakes under my feet.

All of them show that Qin Yong's identity is not simple.

What's more, there are treasures that can illuminate the entire tree hole, and the fire of the God of Fire is also in his hands.

In order to prove that he was not living in the illusion, Qin Shihuang gently dipped his bamboo chopsticks into a little salt.

Put it in his mouth and tasted it. The salty and salty feeling made Qin Shihuang frown.

But he was reluctant to vomit it out. This thing was too precious. If it was spit out, wouldn’t it be a good intention of slapping the immortal?

"Old Qin, your taste is really heavy. You just drink rice porridge with salt."

"Okay, as long as you don't feel thirsty, you can use it at will. This deserted island is only one advantage, it is convenient to eat salt. Just tinker with it, this food box is enough for us to eat for a year or two."

Qin Yong's words made Qin Shihuang even more sure that these salts were made by him.

And just tinkering with it will be a year or two.

Qin Shihuang pressed the shock in his heart and took a sip of rice porridge.

In an instant, Qin Shihuang's eyes were filled with something called tears.

What does this taste like?

It is so warm and there is actually a faint smell of missing when I was a child.

However, I have never tasted this rice porridge before.

It is smooth, sticky, and has a fragrance on your mouth.

The most important thing is that after being cold by the sea water for so long, my stomach began to get hot after taking a bite of rice porridge.
Chapter completed!