Fortunately, there was no animal protection law in the Ming Dynasty, otherwise Master Zhang would have had to go to prison and spend some time in prison.

The two of them returned to the kitchen, and Zhang Ximeng got busy.

Only then did Zhu Biao realize that Master Zhang was a man who knew how to work in the kitchen. Looking at his knife skills, he must have had some practice.

Process the pumpkin, cut it into small pieces, add the washed rice, add enough water, then cut a piece of bacon into thin slices and place it on the rice.

Then it was time to cook over a high fire. Zhang Ximeng asked Zhu Biao to pick onions aside. When the heat came out of the pot, he took a bowl, put it on the lid of the pot, and then put a few bird eggs in.

By the time the rice is cooked, the heat will be enough to steam the eggs.

Zhu Biao watched silently and learned some skills.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang also came in and shouted: "How is it? Can we have dinner?"

"Yes!" Zhang Ximeng replied simply: "Lord, how are you doing with the tofu over there?"

"It's been done a long time ago!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said, picked up Zhang Ximeng and went outside. A pot of soy milk, a pot of tofu, and Queen Ma also got some chopped green onions. They were all white and white, and she felt appetizing just by looking at them.

Zhang Ximeng clapped his hands and laughed, "We are not bad here either!"

Sure enough, each person got a bowl of rice, a few slices of shiny bacon, and yellow pumpkin in the rice.

The color of Queen Ma's side is pure white, while the color of Zhang Ximeng's side is yellow and tinged with red. When put together, they are actually colorful and have a sense of wonder and beauty.

By this time, even Zhu Biao did not dare to say that he had lost his appetite.

What are you still doing? Eat!

There was no delicacy, and no need to spend a few dollars. The most powerful people in the Ming Dynasty sat in the farmyard, blowing the mountain breeze, and stuffed their stomachs with simple meals.

Zhu Biao had eaten three large bowls. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt so full.

As for Lao Zhu, he ate five large bowls of rice, and he destroyed half of the green onions alone... That's not all. Halfway through eating, he suddenly stood up, turned around and entered the kitchen. When Lao Zhu came out again, he actually had something in his hand.

Holding a large piece of rice cake, he smiled happily.

"Mr. Zhang, I almost let you fool me again! This rice dumpling smells like bacon, and I won't change it for a piece of shark fin!"

Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but laugh, "It's just the shark's fin, so don't change it!"

"It doesn't matter who doesn't change!"

Lao Zhu sat down, broke off a piece, and handed it to Zhu Xiongying, "Can you still eat it?"

The little guy nodded quickly and took it, even though he had already eaten twice as much food as usual...

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!