Xiao Letian and Fu Qing haven't sat together and chatted for a long time. It seems that since Xiao Letian became the prime minister of Ryukyu, the two brothers have been busy with their own efforts except for the big gatherings and the other is busy with each other. One struggles for the rise of the Chinese people, and the other contributes their strength to the modernization of the Qing Dynasty.

They are all radical reformists, but they sit in different directions.

"How long has it been since we brothers drunk alone? One year or two? I can't remember..." Fu Qing took a sip of the black beer in the crystal cup, and the strong bitterness filled his mouth.

Xiao Letian looked at his strange expression and smiled, "If you can't get used to this taste, don't drink it. To be honest, I'm afraid I can only accept beer in Asia, especially German stout beer...."

"Xiao Hexin and his group have been to Prussia with me, but until now they can only accept two flavors: white beer and light beer. You can't enjoy this kind of bitter dark beer!"

Fuqing pulled the rice wine that Xiao Letian pushed to the side, "No, I want to give it a try. A little bitter taste in my mouth can make me sober, at least let me know that I am still living in this evil world of five turbidities, so I can lose myself to depravity!"

"Not that, you are a second-rank official in the court. Why are you calling for trouble when Zongli Yamen is second only to the Sixth Japanese? You are responsible for the industrial plan of the Qing Dynasty. The previous telegram line setting work has also been recognized by the court. What else can you sigh about?"

"The complaints are too strong to prevent heartbreak!" Xiao Letian picked up the crystal cup and looked at the dark beer and took a big sip. The sizzling mutton skewers on the table were oily. Drinking beer and skewers was a private dish invented by Xiao Letian. But unfortunately, he only liked this combination in the entire Ryukyu.

"I really don't agree with your way of eating beer with this kind of meat skewers... and what's this? Garlic! You even grill garlic with charcoal? It seems that the bare-ass kids in my farm have this way of eating it, roasting garlic and sweet potatoes in the fire pit..."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense? This is baked by Master Long, the number one master in North China. Master Long will leave on a boat tomorrow. You can't even eat it..."

Outside the glass viewing pavilion, it was indeed Long Ye who was grilling skewers for Xiao Letian. As Xiao Letian's first personal bodyguard, he certainly knew the boss's taste, and even knew the boss's heavy taste... Chili peppers were also roasted with charcoal fire, garlic, and ginger were also roasted with fire. The most terrifying thing is that Xiao Letian actually liked to marinate the chicken skin with honey and then roast it for food.

Only Long Ye knows these heavy-tasting recipes, and others really can't do it.

Master Long held the fire, and the little ghost of Wuyin started to fight. Whenever the skewers she wore were not neat, it would be exchanged for Master Long's scolding, which made Sister Wu angry and stomped her feet.

The glass window is very thick, and can be seen inside and outside, but the sound is hard to hear. Xiao Letian just used gestures to direct Mr. Long to add food. He pointed to his neck and then stretched out four fingers. Mr. Long understood outside.

"Four chicken necks... OK!"

Fu Qing looked at Xiao Letian's cynical expression and this barbecue banquet that was almost like a game, and he couldn't help but laugh and cry, "You don't have the appearance of a prime minister, you are so careless. I think it's appropriate for you to go to the capital to be a skewer... I'll buy you a pair of walnuts and get a starling, and you can play with it..."

"Haha, I think it's okay. Being a playboy can enjoy more happiness. Don't bear so much pressure on yourself. Live a comfortable life and consume all the blessings brought by your womb, and then slept through your legs and fell asleep. This is what it will be for your whole life..."

"Do you know my good third master? I'm also thinking about it now. I have to enjoy it when I need it. Just look at this dark beer bar. Although no one in Asia drinks it, I, Xiao Lotte, have to drink it. So I bought a brewer from Prussia for a lot of money. I invested in a small boutique beer workshop in Ryukyu..."

"It's so beautiful. The good wine is brewed. I drink it myself and then share it with my brothers. In the end, I can ship it to Shanghai to sell it... Don't say that the business is really good!"

On the bamboo stick in Fuqing's hand, the freshly baked chicken neck was sizzling with oil, and all kinds of seasonings were sprinkled on it. A cumin smell was soaking in his nose. He really couldn't get used to this taste, but he had a habit, or a problem... that is, as long as it was Xiao Letian liked, he would force himself to try and adapt.

Chewing the tender meat and cartilage, Master Qing San said that it was not good or bad. Xiao Letian next to him looked at him and shook his head, "I can't get used to it, just forget it. I'll ask the kitchen to cook some favorite dishes for you, why bother yourself?"

Fuqing shook his head and then gnawed the chicken neck, just like his enemy's neck. "No, I want to adapt to your taste... At the same time, I also hope you can adapt to our taste. My brother, can't you be less unique?"

The appetizer wrapped in brotherhood was finally enjoyed. The atmosphere of this family dinner changed with one sentence. Xiao Letian sighed and said that what should come was always coming.

"Brother, since I was in Taihang Mountain, I knew you were a big deal, especially the book "The West Travels" you wrote made me admire my brother... But why don't you want to be an official in the court?"

"Can't the court give you a reward? Or will the court not use you more? No, as long as you are willing, the position of the First Military Minister of the Qing Dynasty is yours, and even Prince Gong is willing to give up the position of Prime Minister to you..."

"Isn't it enough for the first person under the emperor? What's the difficulty of appointing a title? It's natural to use your ability to win a title. Why do you have to start a new business by yourself?"

"I'm not wise, this is really unwise!"

Master Qing San persuaded Xiao Letian with great sincerity. He hoped that Xiao Letian could change his mind and return to the East Asian order system with the Qing Dynasty as the main body, even if he continued to maintain the status quo of the Ryukyu vassal state.

"Brother, let me say something to you. If you really want to rebel and become the emperor, I feel at ease to be honest with you! Really, this is not a cliché. Sometimes I really think, brother, if you really set up a dynasty, maybe I will be your pawn, and even do my best to mobilize some of the people under your command..."

"But I know you very well. You have never been the emperor from the beginning to the end, right? Look at the Chinese code you created. You have enthroned a bunch of nobles, but what is your title? Why don't you mention it? And your subordinates have not made any comments, which only means that you have reached an agreement in advance, and you just don't want to be awarded a title!"

"And you also abolished the idea of ​​the monarchy and heavenly empowerment, and you also determined the fundamental constitutional status of the Chinese code. Even if there is no emperor within the Chinese, all this can only prove where you don't want to go..."

"Since you didn't want to be an emperor at all, why did you still have to start a new business? Can our Qing Dynasty carry out your revenge? Your industrialization, your powerful new army, your deep blue ocean fleet, your dream of a modern power..."

"Do you think we can't give it to you?"
Chapter completed!