"Zizzi..."

A fire was built in the courtyard of the imperial dining room. The fat sheep that Ying Feiyu brought back from the Huns were skinned and cleaned, then placed on top and rolled back and forth by the imperial cook.

A small figure was also among them, flipping two legs of lamb back and forth, occasionally sprinkling some seasonings on them and brushing them with some unknown oil.

There were not many spices left after returning from the Huns, so I gave some to other cooks to remove the smell and smell.

But he was reluctant to give out all these barbecue sauces.

There was only a little bit of each kind left, and he had to keep it to eat!

The old guy Ying Zheng was quite interesting this time. He directly made his mother a queen. He also had to show something, so he gave up his rest time and went to the dining room to pick out two good legs of lamb and put them on the table.

Cooked it on the grill!

"Young Master, what are these?"

A serving cook in the dining room looked at the spices that Ying Feiyu was playing with and asked in confusion.

"These are my secret barbecue sauces. Just brush these sauces on top and it will be full of aroma and endless aftertaste!"

Xiao Shota took a deep breath and showed an expression of great enjoyment.

"Is this green one also a sauce?"

The other sauces were all black, but only one bowl was different. It was filled with light green liquid, and the color was very bright. If the young master hadn't been here, he wouldn't have dared to be presumptuous. Otherwise, he would have really wanted to taste what it was.

smell.

"Yes, this is called mustard, and it is the soul of this leg of lamb!"

Xiao Zhengtai pointed at one of the lamb legs and smiled.

He made two lamb legs with different flavors, one was black pepper and the other was mustard and honey!

This half bowl of mustard is reserved for brushing on the surface of the lamb leg when it is eighty-ripe!

"Oh...! So that's it!"

The chef nodded in understanding, it was important anyway.

"Hey! The emperor's brother was a great contributor to the victory in the Northern Expedition. Why did he roast the leg of lamb himself? Let the cooks do this kind of rough work. My father has been waiting for you in front!"

At this moment, Young Master Yingfan came over with his attendants, fanning the smoke that filled the courtyard with his hands as he walked, with a very disgusted expression.

He also passed by here accidentally and suddenly heard what he just said, so he turned and entered the courtyard of the imperial dining room.

If it were the past, even if he was given a hundred taels of gold, he would not step into this filthy place!

"Brother, let's go first. This leg of lamb will be enough for another two quarters of an hour!"

Mr. Shota glanced at it, and then concentrated on turning over the roasted leg of lamb without even raising his eyelids.

His impression of this royal brother is not very good!

He had been targeted several times before with regard to government affairs, but when he came here today, he definitely didn’t hold anything back!

"Hey! Although the whole yard is full of roasted lamb and the fragrance is overflowing, it is still not as attractive as the emperor's brother. Looking at the sizzling and oily lamb legs, my father will definitely like it!"

Ying Fan didn't seem to notice Xiao Zhengtai's distaste, and he even leaned forward and sniffed it vigorously.

Then, as if he had discovered some new continent, his eyes lit up, "What is this? The color looks good! Brother, you won't mind if you try it, right?"

Ying Fan asked, pointing to the bowl of mustard called the soul.

"No……!"

Just when Xiao Zhengtai was about to refuse, she told him that this thing cannot be eaten directly. However, given this guy's temperament, even if he said it, people wouldn't believe it. If he didn't get it right, they would slap him and call him stingy.

"Brother Huang, it's okay if you want to try it, but I would like to remind you in advance that the taste of this stuff is not very good. Brother Huang, just give it a try!"

"Haha! Okay, Emperor brother, don't worry!"

Ying Fan agreed happily on the surface, but that was not what he thought in his heart.

This guy obviously just said that this is the soul of the lamb leg, and it must taste great.

With the bright colors, who would believe it if it wasn’t delicious?

He must have said this deliberately because he was afraid that he would finish eating and not be able to flatter his father!

Hum hum!

The more you say this, the more I won’t listen!

After showing a smile that was about to succeed, Ying Fan picked up the small bowl, raised his head, and swallowed all the mustard juice in the bowl.

However, the next second, his smile completely disappeared, replaced by a violent cough and a crazy upper head.

It seemed as if a huge force exploded in the throat and went straight to the forehead!

"Bangdang..."

"Ahem..."

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and he fell to the ground covering his head.

"What...what's going on?"

Seeing this situation, all the imperial chefs were stunned and stood blankly on the spot.

The palace attendant next to Ying Fan reacted faster. After being stunned for two seconds, he ran away and shouted for help, "Imperial doctor, please call the imperial doctor quickly...!"

"Haha, I just said I won't let you eat more, right? You just don't listen!"

Everyone present was sweating, but Mr. Shota was the only one who burst into laughter.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host, for teasing the ill-intentioned prince and rewarding him with a thousand catties of cotton seeds!]

[System warehouse interface opens!]

Two months later, the familiar voice of the system sounded again, and the excited young Shota burst into tears.

During the past two months of the expedition, for some unknown reason, the system never rang again.

As soon as I returned to the palace, system rewards appeared...

Could it be that...the system rewards are the closer you are to Xianyang and Yingzheng, the more rewards you get?

When I was in Yunyang before, I often received rewards, but they were just gadgets.

It wasn't until I met Ying Zheng and returned to Xianyang that as I grew older, I was given something that could develop my country!

It seems that you can't go too far in the future, otherwise the system boss will not give out rewards!

"Cough cough cough..."

After swallowing a large amount of mustard at one time, Ying Fan coughed violently, burst into tears, and even felt as if his head was going to explode.

"Fan'er, my Fan'er...!"

Hearing the palace man's call, everyone who was joking in the imperial garden also came to check the situation.

Finding that her son fell to the ground, curled up in pain like a shrimp, Mrs. Ding immediately burst into tears, "Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for Fan'er. He was just chatting and laughing with several ministers. How could he not be there for a moment?"

It took so long to look like this?"

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, glanced around, and asked, "Feiyu, what's going on?"

"Father...Father...Imperial brother, he...he poisoned his sons!"

However, before Ying Feiyu could speak, Ying Fan endured the pain and squeezed out a few words, and then coughed violently.

"Poison?"

Ying Zheng glanced at the broken bowl on the ground and found some remaining green soup, which was indeed the same color as poison.

But even so, he did not get angry, but asked in a calm tone, "Feiyu, what is this?"
Chapter completed!