Now that they know that the owner of Qianweiju is Cheng Hanyan's wife, everyone is very restless.
I was thinking about when Cheng Hanyan could ask them to try his sister-in-law's cooking.
Although I had eaten it in Huotou Camp, it was still different.
The dishes at Huotouying are boring, with only a few dishes, and there are no seasonings, only salt.
Naturally, they wanted to eat something that was not eaten in the military camp.
For example, the extremely famous custard buns that are spread outside, and the medicinal diet, as well as watercress, famous palace dishes, spicy chicken and so on.
I heard that every dish made by Cai Ming makes people salivate, not to mention the excellent cooking skills of the chef at Qianweiju.
The deputy general held the general's horse in his hand, immediately got down, caught up with the general, and climbed onto Cheng Hanyan's carriage.
"General, if there is something delicious, bring me some too."
The lieutenant whispered in Feng Yi's ear.
Feng Yi stopped climbing on the carriage and immediately drove the deputy general back.
"Go, go, go, what delicious food can you find? Why are you thinking about other people's food all day long? Is it because the general gives you less food on weekdays?"
After hearing Feng Yi's words, the deputy general pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and muttered in a low voice with grievance.
"As for me, you don't think about the delicious food Cheng Hanyan brings you all day long."
After Feng Yi heard this, he felt a little embarrassed, and turned around to glare at his lieutenant.
"Go, go, go, stay with me. If there is anything, I will bring it to you."
The deputy general was very happy after hearing this.
"General, I'm going to take good care of your horse."
Feng Yi sighed helplessly, wondering why he had such a lieutenant. Then he got into Cheng Hanyan's carriage and found a comfortable seat to sit down.
"Your carriage is well padded. It's as soft as cotton when you sit on it. It must be the handiwork of my younger siblings. They are very attentive."
Feng Yi's flattery was good, and Cheng Hanyan felt very comfortable after hearing this.
"My sister-in-law is so good at cooking. Did she make some delicious food for you? Please take it out and try it."
Feng Yi's impatient and matter-of-fact look made Cheng Hanyan speechless, but he still obediently took out the roast duck that Song Yutong asked Aunt Li to prepare.
Then he took out a box of sauce, a box of cucumber shreds, green onion shreds, and a box of noodles.
Feng Yi looked at Cheng Hanyan's movements stupidly, not knowing how to operate?
"Try the Peking duck made by my wife."
Feng Yi sniffed the fragrance and dug it into his nose, but he had nowhere to start and looked at Cheng Hanyan blankly.
"Brother, this...do you eat with your hands if you don't have chopsticks?"
Cheng Hanyan glanced at the general. Then he picked up the transparent disposable gloves placed aside, put his hands in them, picked up a cut piece of duck meat, dipped half in sweet sauce, half in hot sauce, and placed it on a piece of bread.
Then pick up two shredded green onions, put two shredded cucumbers dipped in the sauce and put them next to the duck meat, and roll them together with the dough.
Then I took a bite. It was crispy and delicious, and the taste of the sauce was indescribably delicious.
The general took a look and picked up the disposable gloves on the table, only to find that one was so flat that it was impossible to put his hand into it.
It's a little strange how Cheng Hanyan managed to open it?
"What good thing is this? Was it made by your wife? What did she use to make it?"
Feng Yi looked at the transparent disposable gloves with a surprised expression.
Suddenly, I realized that Mrs. Cheng Hanyan was very talented. There seemed to be nothing she didn't know how to do. She really knew all kinds of weird things.
Cheng Hanyan saw Feng Yi opening the glove clumsily, so he rubbed it open with his hands, waved it twice in the air, and then handed it to Feng Yi.
"My wife asked other traveling caravans to get them. She likes weird things the most, so she asked people to get some of everything."
Feng Yi nodded after hearing this. Some places are really good at making weird things.
Putting on disposable gloves, he clumsily followed Cheng Hanyan's example and wrapped up the sliced duck meat, a piece of duck meat, two cucumbers, two shredded green onions, some sauce, and then rolled it into a roll of flour and put it in his mouth.
The taste is indescribably delicious and so fragrant.
The thin noodles, the punch of shredded green onions, the sweetness and spiciness of the refreshing melon sauce, combine multiple flavors in your mouth.
The duck skin is crispy, the duck meat is tender but not too raw, and it's so delicious that you can't wait to swallow it all on your tongue.
"It smells so good. Your wife's craftsmanship is really good. I really want to go to your house every day. This time, the emperor will give you a reward. If you can settle down in the capital, I will take my whole family there every day."
Let’s go get some food at your house.”
Feng Yi took one bite after another, eating roast duck in his mouth, but it didn't affect him at all from talking non-stop.
But he didn't open his mouth until he finished eating.
Cheng Hanyan looked a little embarrassed when he saw that he had eaten a whole duck in three mouthfuls.
Thanks to his wife's preparation, otherwise, how could there be enough food for just these ten roast ducks?
I'm afraid Song Yutong also expected that Feng Yi's appetite was huge, and one person could eat as much as three people. Cheng Hanyan looked at Wen Wen as a weakling, more like a scholar than a martial artist, but his appetite was not small.
However, compared with these people, Fan Peng's appetite is not as big as that of Fan Peng alone.
Feng Yi finished eating, staring at Cheng Hanyan eagerly at the roast duck in his hand, blinking again and again, as if asking him, is there more?
"General, I only took one bite of this whole duck..."
Feng Yi swallowed the last bite of duck meat before speaking.
"I know! I was asking you if you still have any. Your wife knows that I have a big appetite, so she won't just prepare one for you."
Feng Yi really touched Song Yutong's psychology to death. Cheng Hanyan wanted to drive her away, but there was no reason at this moment.
"Then how much do you think my wife should prepare for me?"
Feng Yi smelled the aroma of roast duck in the carriage. Based on how strong it was, there must be more than one.
"It smells like at least three of them. The aroma of one roast duck is not that strong."
Cheng Hanyan was immediately convinced. He didn't expect Feng Yi to have such ability.
"I have a dog's nose on the battlefield, and no smell can escape my nose. I bet you brought me ten ducks to eat here."
Cheng Hanyan just had the word "outrageous" written on his face.
He really got it right.
"Take it, take it, just this one, it's gone!"
Cheng Hanyan originally wanted to share it with his brothers, but Feng Yi ate it all alone, so how could he share it.
"Brothers, we can't be so stingy. What relationship do we have? Why do we want to see each other outside?"
"It's just that you are too private!" Cheng Hanyan immediately retorted angrily.