Wei Shuyu is very uncomfortable.

Li Shimin waved his hand.

Wei Shuyu entered the little Tavern in a hurry.

I thought there was something good waiting for me, but didn't expect, this fucking is for me to hold a brazier?

This hot day, this...

Wei Shuyu's face immediately stiffened.

But Naihe is His Imperial Majesty.

In the eyes of Zhang Feng’s bastard watching the jokes, Wei Shuyu even kicked and kicked and roared in to see more than a dozen people. They were all the same. They even ate the leftovers of Zhang Feng’s just now. The unpacked barbecue and the table were moved away.

Seven bamboo beer is not enough.

When Zhang Feng filled more than 30 bamboo cans of beer in the backyard and was moved away, he found that a large area was empty in the hall, and he even took away the jar he filled with salt.

Zhang Feng was dumbfounded.

"What the hell is this! You don't even let the salt jars go?"

However, at this time, Li Shimin and Wei Shuyu had already left Tonghui. Street.

Li Shimin was drinking wine in the sedan chair while eating barbecue grilled by Zhang Feng. When I first ate it, because of anxiety, worry, and carefulness with beer, I didn’t really take it seriously. To taste this barbecue, but now?

Once I don’t think about anything, I sit in the sedan chair and listen to loud shouts and cries. From time to time, there are people looting for items. This is the real drink!

This barbecue is plain, it is really a bit different from what they ate before.

Although it looks like a large piece of meat was cut, but even so, it is impossible to taste so quickly.

If this can be achieved, it means that there are other ways in this thing.

Think of this.

Li Shimin asked, "Shuyu ah!" at the moment when he grilled chicken wings.

"The end will be at 1"

Wei Shuyu hearing this, the oil can in the handle The child instantly threw it to Little Gui'zi next to him, and hurried forward.

"Did you seriously watched the Feng'zi barbecue just now?"

"This..."

Where does Wei Shuyu know, this is His Imperial Majesty wants to find someone who barbecues!

Is this a confession?

Still denied?

If you recognize this, at that time, you will become the royal barbecue chef of His Imperial Majesty, but if you don’t recognize it...

Don’t think about it, Wei Shuyu stammering said: "His Imperial Majesty, I will not pay too much attention, but I will see the chicken wings and chicken paws on the beams of the house. They were all when he marinated the tea with the seasoning. The lamb and pork were not processed."

"Oh..."

"Wait when you go back, you will follow Feng'zi's method and roast me once!"

"Yes... Follow the purpose!"

Wei Shuyu had already thought of the result.

At this time, he only hopes that this errand will be only once, otherwise, when the time comes, there will be no future.

Return to Palace of Absolute Begining.

The directors, Little Gui'zi, and Wei Shuyu closed the door and tinkered with barbecue in the back garden of the bedroom.

Until an hour later, the three of them finally looked at the half grilled lagoon in Li Shimin's hand with a black face, and grinned with bloody chicken wings on the side.

"Shuyu, you taste it, how does it taste this time?"

"Yes..."

Wei Shuyu cried and took a bite with his chicken wings. ,

Then, eyes shrank instantly, spit out.

"His Imperial Majesty, this time it was baked, did we not turn it frequently? And there is too much salt."

"So?"

Li Shimin frowned.

I simply threw the grill, sat on the chair, and waved his hand: "Little Gui'zi, Xuan Yuchu, come here quickly!"

"Yes!"

After a while, a fat gasping for breath like a ball ran over. It seems that this guy normally doesn't eat less good things.

But Li Shimin doesn't care.

"Shuyu, you two tell him about this barbecue. I will give you an hour. If you can’t make a barbecue that satisfies me, when the time comes..."

Fat Yuchu hearing this, his face turned pale in an instant, and he squatted on the ground with a bang.

"Zunzhi 1"

I don’t know if it’s under great pressure or something, anyway, it’s within one hour, really, it’s done with Zhang Feng The rest, the few meat skewers and chicken wings and chicken paws, are grilled. Although the taste is still different from Zhang Feng's copy, there are basically not many different barbecues.

The three of them looked at Li Shimin eagerly and sometimes frowned, and sometimes thoughtfully, Li Shimin, who was tasting the barbecue, didn't dare to come out.

After a while, Li Shimin was nodded.

"What's your name?"

Pang Yuchu hurriedly knocked his head like garlic.

"Go back to His Imperial Majesty, the younger one is called Zhang San!"

"Well, starting today, you will be full-time barbecue. When the time comes, I will take you to a place, But you can only know this place by one person. If you let me know, a second person knows about this, and you know the consequences!"

What can Fat Yuchu say?

His own affairs, his heart is the same as Ming Jing, now His Imperial Majesty does not say it, because he is still useful, what else can he say?

Hurry to give thanks.

"Although the taste is a bit bad, but it is still barely, Little Gui'zi rewards!"

"Yes!"

"Shuyu! Go, Call those Old Guys, just say I want to invite them to have barbecue and drink beer!"

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