The aroma of lamb wafts in the small yard.

Although Chang An, who was standing not far away, had no strange expression on his face, his stomach was a little empty. Miss Xie's cooking skills were really good. The chicken soup last time was particularly fragrant. After eating it, they kept thinking about it.

If it weren't for the great rules of the uncle, Chang'an would have to go over and take a look.

Chang An and others could bear it. Cheng Yanzhao, who had a nose and legs in the room, had long grown legs, ran to the kitchen, sat for a while, and his mind also left, so that he didn't hear Song Xian talking to him.

After saying that when Song Xian saw that Cheng Yanzhao had not answered, he raised his head and looked at Cheng Yanzhao, and immediately saw Cheng Yanzhao's absent-minded appearance.

Isn’t this person a bad appetite? What’s wrong with today?

"I'm talking to you." Song Xian's voice was slightly higher, which was a sign of dissatisfaction.

Song Xian, who was about to get angry, dragged Cheng Yanzhao back from the fragrance. The important things have been discussed, and the rest are not in a hurry.

Cheng Yanzhao tried to discuss with Song Xian: "Or what if we talk about it after dinner? We're tired after a busy day."

Song Xian said lightly: "I'm not tired."

Cheng Yanzhao's face collapsed: "I'm all grown in life, different from you."

Is this saying that he is not a human being? Song Xian raised his eyebrows and his eyes were like a knife.

Cheng Yanzhao couldn't help but feel cold on his back, but he had known Song Xian for a long time, so he wouldn't be scared. He said without fear of death: "What's wrong with you recently? It's not a matter of trying to hold the north in his hand overnight." It's been too fast recently. Song Xian is fine, they are all tired.

Cheng Yanzhao continued, "Can you stand it so fragrant?"

Song Xian's expression remained unchanged.

"I'll go to clean the room." Cheng Yanzhao failed to make another plan. Song Xian couldn't let him pee in his pants.

After opening the door, Cheng Yanzhao went straight to the kitchen.

In the big pot in the kitchen, milky white soup was rolling. Cheng Yanzhao stood beside him and swallowed his saliva, as if his eyes were already stuck in the pot.

When Xie Liangchen saw Cheng Yanzhao's appearance, he was really afraid that he would swallow the pot in one bite.

Xie Liangchen said: "It's not going well yet, the meat is not very scattered."

"Mr. Tang is gone?" Cheng Yanzhao looked eager, "Or what I'll help Axian taste the soup first?"

This is said, as if the stewed in the pot is Song Xian, but every time Cheng Erye eats it first, Xie Liangchen is not able to refuse, because Cheng Yanzhao stood in front of her with the bowl in his hands.

Xie Liangchen took the spoon and put it into the big pot.

"Okay, okay, don't pour it back, that's all. Oh, I know you made it for Axian, he's enough to eat." Cheng Yanzhao watched the soup in Xie Liangchen's spoon sprinkle it back into the pot, like a child who had been stolen from the candy, stomping his feet and complaining.

Song Xian listened to Cheng Yanzhao's voice in the kitchen. He was just a starving ghost wailing. It would be fine if he howled, but he brought him with him.

It's really embarrassing.

Song Xian's spirit was quickly put on the documents. After rebirth, he learned a lot. Although he often got twice the result with half the effort, thinking about the people who died in the previous life because of war, he could not let them live another life.

That's why he stepped up his training and was ready to take action at any time. Yan Zhao naturally didn't understand these things.

When Song Xian raised his head again, Xie Liangchen pushed open the door, followed by Cheng Yanzhao who was holding the tray.

"Axian, it's time to eat." Cheng Yanzhao's smile was so warm that it almost melted himself.

Xie Liangchen looked at Song Xian, who was sitting upright on the chair, and saw him raise his eyes, his eyes first fell on her, and then swept towards the food on the table.

"I stewed mutton," Xie Liangchen said, "I also added angelica and ginseng." Given the details he asked before, she simply didn't have to speak this time, she explained it clearly by herself.

"And there are also jujube seeds and rice porridge."

Listening to her saying this, Song Xian seemed to have returned to his grandmother's house. In front of him were all medicinal food made in the kitchen. Grandma was suffering from old diseases. What about him? What disease does he need to take tonic like this?

Song Xian thought to himself, but stood up and walked towards the table.

Cheng Yanzhao couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, stuffed the mutton into his mouth, and then went to drink porridge.

"This is good," Cheng Yanzhao pointed to the rice porridge, "It's sour, I like it, it's my taste."

"Source?" Song Xian's face was calm, and his voice was not mixed with any emotion.

Xie Liangchen saw that Song Xian was not very happy. Fortunately, she was prepared, so she reached out to fill the cane paste from the jar and poured it into the rice porridge in front of Song Xian.

The movements are like flowing clouds and water, making people unable to find any faults.

Song Xian looked at Cheng Yanzhao, who wanted to pour rice porridge into his throat on the opposite side. Every time Xie Liangchen came to cook, the food was very suitable for Cheng Yanzhao's taste.

Song Xian put a spoonful of rice porridge, and the porridge came into his mouth, and he immediately frowned.

Sour? Xie Liangchen felt it was impossible. She saw that Song Xian's spoonful was taken from the cane slurry. How acid can so much cane slurry be?

Eighty-mostly he felt sour in his heart, and even if he was sweet, it was useless.

"General Song has some more rice porridge. This porridge has the effect of calming the mind, and there is also noodles in the kitchen." Xie Liangchen said as he walked out.

After a while, Xie Liangchen brought a bowl of noodles in front of Song Xian.

His eyes swept towards the bowl of noodles in front of him, and the sour smell in his mouth seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Song Xian then picked up a piece of mutton and put it into his mouth. The mutton was soft and the taste was acceptable.

Seeing that the creditor was satisfied, Xie Liangchen began to talk about his own affairs: "General Song, I found the caravan to transport medicinal materials."

Song Xian didn't say anything, Cheng Yanzhao was a little surprised: "I still thought about finding a caravan for you after I came back and transporting the medicinal materials out of Zhenzhou to sell them. I didn't expect you to find them first."

Cheng Yanzhao began to believe that Song Xian was right, it was not easy to find someone who could do business. Where should I go to find someone who is so smart, cooked and delicious?

Xie Liangchen found Tian Chengyou, and Song Xian already knew.

Xie Liangchen responded: "The Tian family can't afford enough money to buy medicinal materials. I want to go to the government office with Mr. Tian to write a document."

Cheng Yanzhao didn't understand what Xie Liangchen meant.

Song Xian already knew: "Since Tian Chengyou agreed, he had a way to go to the government office to handle the matter, so that he could sign documents with you without letting people know.

Now you are afraid that the medicinal materials will be inspected by the soldiers guarding the city when they are transported away.”

"Yes," Xie Liangchen said, "The general has taken over the defense of Zhenzhou, and we still need the general to help in this matter." Song Xian's soldiers could not rub the sand in their eyes. Only by agreeing to Song Xian first can we transport the east and west out of Zhenzhou City smoothly.

If you want to seize the opportunity completely, at least transport the medicinal materials out of Xingzhou. It is difficult to achieve your goal without Song Xian's escort along the way.

Xie Liangchen was not afraid that Song Xian would not agree. There are too many merchants in the north now, and I wonder if there are any spies among them. If a wave of storms can be caused and the merchants can be used to rectify them, why would Song Xian not do it?

After eating mutton and noodles, my stomach was very warm.

Song Xian said lightly: "I understand."

I don’t know if it’s because I’m full, but Song Xian’s voice is not as cold as before.

He looked at Xie Liangchen: "There is still mutton in the pot?"

Xie Liangchen said: "And."

Song Xian ordered Chang An: "Send some back to the old lady."

Chang'an retreated.

Song Xian looked at Xie Liangchen again: "Go and cook another pot."
Chapter completed!