What Qin Shou picked up was a green-looking vegetable leaf made by Li Ang.
He didn't dare to eat the food cooked by Ma Chao directly.
He slowly put it into his mouth and took a bite, feeling a feeling of pleasure that he had never experienced before.
The crispiness cheered him up, and what made him even more surprised was that the leaves, which were almost as crisp and tender as lettuce, didn't have the green and astringent taste of lettuce at all, but instead had an indescribable ripe aroma.
"Fresh and crispy, delicious and fragrant."
Qin Shou picked up another pair of chopsticks and handed them to Ma Chao: "Master, this is your craft.
You haven't eaten yet."
Ma Chao grabbed a few pairs of chopsticks, handed them to the drooling Li Ang, Dan Dan, and Xiao Tian, and said boldly: "Let's eat together."
Those people only saw Qin Shou's happy face, but they didn't have the opportunity to eat this delicious food, and they scratched their heads and ears anxiously.
As the dishes were turned, the rich aroma became even more tempting, attracting all the diners to move their index fingers, but they were too embarrassed to speak.
At first, the four of them could tolerate the inferiority between master and servant.
Later, seeing that Ma Chao didn't blame him at all, they started using chopsticks as fast as they could, using their own martial arts skills.
But later, several people still felt that it was not enough, and they just ate a pig's trotter.
Their faces were greasy after eating.
They were really afraid that the four of them would be full.
Ma Chao quickly ordered his servants to boil some hawthorn water and bring them back to digest their food.
No one was left with the green onion pancakes.
They ate all the vegetables.
The five of them had glowing faces and were satisfied: There were still people rushing to eat this meal, so it was delicious.
After the storm had passed, Li Ang burst into tears and showed himself to be extremely qualified as a cook.
He showed a tragic image that his failure to meet Ma Chao's requirements was a major stain on his career: "Master, this is not for humans to eat.
It is probably only for gods to eat."
Level.”
"It doesn't matter.
Today, my master will take this as a promotion gift and jointly open this restaurant.
Let the entire Chang'an City eat this kind of divine food."
Speaking of this, Qin Shou looked wary.
Showing the unique shrewdness of a businessman, he pulled Ma Chao back again: "Sir, this is a big deal.
Let's discuss it in detail in the inner room."
Everyone sighed with regret and watched the group walk away.
Someone took the corn rice in his hand and mixed it with a little bit of the leftover soup from the pig's trotters.
After taking a sip, his face was filled with intoxication.
Everyone was scornful at first, but then they began to follow suit, and everyone burst into tears after eating: After eating such delicacies in this life, my life was not in vain.
No wonder the sage talks about food and sex every day, and this is eating.
It's really a big deal "On the surface, you are still the owner of this restaurant.
I will settle all the official matters for you secretly.
As for business competition, I think.
Shadow's methods are not for vegetarians.
In this way, How long do you think it will take to meet my requirements?"
After entering the darkroom, Ma Chao patted his belly and said.
"If there is financial support and new dishes are born, and the ideas given by the Lord, it will only become famous in Chang'an City in the first ten months after the restaurant is renovated."
Qin Shou answered cautiously, in fact.
He still left himself a way out: with these few pronged measures, let alone ten months, just a few days after opening, the business should be full of people.
"That's very good."
Ma Chao nodded and thought for a moment before saying, "An Er will stay here from now on and teach you some spying techniques.
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Pay more attention to court affairs and military trends in the future.
Especially Dong Zhuo, Li Ru, Lu Bu, Wang Yun and Cai Yong are the focus of shadow surveillance."
"No" the four of them replied in unison.
After Ma Chao stood up, he glanced at Xiao Tian.
Xiao Tian nodded clearly: He has another task, which is to establish contact with those brothels to see if he can connect the Ma family's intelligence network with Diao Chan's intelligence source.
Get in touch.
Having said this, Ma Chao walked towards Cai Mansion with a belly full of good food.
In Beiyuan in Chang'an City, Mu Yuanfeng was bowing respectfully to a man in his forties.
The man was dressed in Gebu, which was even inferior to the gray silk clothes Mu Yuanfeng wore.
He has a green beard like ink, a face like a crown jade, his eyes are as bright as stars, his light is restrained, and his eyebrows are like sword blades thrust into his temples.
He is truly the style of a swordsman from the Han Dynasty.
This person was the Imperial Master Wang Yue, who was especially good at swordsmanship.
Mu Yuanfeng saluted Wang Yue with piety and even a hint of admiration.
Because, in Mu Yuanfeng's eyes, he, his uncle, deserves his respect.
Ten years ago, the heroic King Yue rode a horse and sword to protect the peace of the border people.
Then he went deep into the Qiang tribe and took the head of the Qiang leader alone to avenge the dead.
Riding alone into the wilderness, destroying the sky with one sword, killing people thousands of miles away, riding out all alone, no one can stop its edge.
Such courage is so majestic.
How heroic Both Mu Yuanfeng and Ruxue loved using swords since childhood, and they were both influenced by Wang Yue.
Wang Yue was no longer in the mountains at that time, but his great achievements were spread to the ears of Mu Yuanfeng and Ruxue from the rivers and lakes.
What’s more, a swordsman is a gentleman who wields weapons, and those who hold a sword cultivate their skills, body, and mind.
A gentleman is prudent and keeps his word.
Only with invincible faith and invincible courage can we have invincible sword spirit.
To this day, Wang Yue is still the one who stands tall in Mu Yuanfeng's heart.
"Disciple, please get up."
Wang Yue quickly helped Mu Yuanfeng up.
Seeing that there was no one else behind Mu Yuanfeng, he asked, "Disciple is the only one here."
"Uncle, don't worry, Yuanfeng is already the number one master in the sect.
One person from Yuanfeng can defeat a hundred mediocre ones."
These words were spoken with great arrogance and lived up to the true character of a hero.
Wang Yue's words made Mu Yuanfeng's excited heart cool down.
"Hey, the country is in turmoil, and the people of our generation are still clinging to the old and deficient, unwilling to join the world to support the master.
How can you alone protect the safety of our Han royal family?"
Mu Yuanfeng was stunned, and suddenly remembered his pride when he was talking about Wang Yue with Ma Chao before coming to Chang'an.
Ma Chao just curled his lips and said: "I am just a fan of officialdom.
No matter how high my martial arts skills are, my will is already crawling under the mud.
I can't do it unless I am an official."
What’s the use besides being a loyal slave?”
At that time, Mu Yuanfeng wanted to fight Ma Chao again, thinking that he could not beat Ma Chao, so he endured it.
Before leaving angrily, he used his inner strength to vaguely hear Ma Chao murmuring: Wang Yue was good at swordsmanship and was known as the capital master.
However, he wanted to be an official and opened a martial arts school to make a living.
At the age of 30, he traveled around the states.
He was a commoner but he didn't know the current affairs.
He wanted to be promoted to an official position as a commoner.
He was sad and sighing.
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At that time, Mu Yuanfeng didn't understand Ma Chao's talk.
But at this time, he saw the ardor shown by his uncle to the Princess Wannian behind him, and his heart went cold: What had happened to his uncle in these years that he was so eager to join the officialdom?
Just when Mu Yuanfeng was confused, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous jade pendant on Wang Yue's waist: it was a token only owned by the Hong Ce Sect.
"Uncle Master," Mu Yuanfeng is not a person who can hide his worries.
Even though he trained in Ma Chao's military training center for two months, he still has not developed tolerance.
What's more, when facing the person he admired, that kind of surprise was even more tinged with the sullen anger of a shattered dream.
"This is a token of the Hong Ce Sect."
Wang Yue looked at what Mu Yuanfeng was pointing at and said calmly.
"Uncle Master is a member of the divination sect, why?"
"All the sects in the world are seeking benefits for the country, the country, and the country.
In these troubled times, they use the opportunity of heavy scriptures.
The thoughts of Hong Ce's legalists are consistent with this.
Yue should learn from them and trade with the emperor's family.
Why not?"
Wang Yue did not admire him at all.
Yuan Feng kept his surprise in mind and walked towards Liu Yue: "The princess secretly fought with those bandits today.
Princess Jin Zhi Yu Ye, how can she be so reckless and do this again in the future?
She should be accompanied by Yue to ensure that the princess is safe."
At this moment, Mu Yuanfeng's heart became cold.
He finally understood Ma Chao's comment: besides being a loyal slave, what's the use?
Will I be loyal to Ma Chao like my uncle in the future?
Will I be just a slave?
wrong Could it be that Hong Ce’s patriarchal family was a scholar of Chang’an?
Wang Yue had something to do with a scholar of Chang’an: