The first meeting between Zhao Huan and Niu Gao was very dramatic, even refreshing one's worldview and bottom line.
Advocate equality between men and women, it doesn't matter who is on top or the bottom.
Niu Gao can be regarded as a pioneer in the wave of "relaxing a little, relaxing a little more, and creating a new era of joy together."
After Niu Gao stood up, he sat down on the bench.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Seeing Niu Gao's puzzled look, Zhao Huan rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Wash yourself clean first."
"Ha-tut!"
Niu Gao spat forcefully toward the door of the store, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Too much trouble! Isn't this enough?"
The corner of Zhao Huan's mouth twitched, and he kicked Niu Gao on the butt: "Do you know what an emperor is? Do you know how to write the word death? If I tell you to go, then go now."
Niu Gao walked into the backyard reluctantly, muttering softly, "The young lady asked for a bath, and His Majesty the Emperor also asked for a bath. How strange! Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor also knows how to eat noodles…"
If Zhao Huan knew his dirty thoughts, he would have killed him with a knife. With his physique, it would be a pity if he didn't join the Eastern Palace eunuchs.
Not long after, Shen Jiaxin walked into the hall carrying two bowls of noodles, smiling sweetly, "My two guests, the noodles are here."
In front of me was a bowl of ordinary vegetarian noodles, without even a single vegetable, but it tasted surprisingly fragrant.
Drink the soup first, the noodles will taste better.
Zhao Huan took a sip of the soup with a spoon, and his mouth was full of delicious flavor. The noodles were soft and hard in the right proportion and extremely elastic. To make noodles with this taste, extremely high requirements were placed on the kneading technique and the control of the heat, but it was still slightly inferior to the noodle soup.
Zhao Huan smacked his lips. This noodle soup always gave him a very familiar feeling.
Soon, the bowl of vegetarian noodles was eaten up.
"Boss, the sauce in this noodle soup is a secret family recipe, right?"
Zhao Huan had seen the world in his two lifetimes and had a say in this matter. This soup was in no way inferior to the cooking of the imperial chefs in the palace.
"Your guess is correct, this sauce has been passed down from our ancestors for over two hundred years."
"Sell it?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I work in a restaurant. My secret recipe is my life. I absolutely cannot sell it."
Zhao Huan stopped Wang Huaiji who was about to step forward and said lazily, "One hundred taels of silver."
Shen Jiaxin shook her head: "Not to mention one hundred taels, I won't sell it even for five hundred taels of silver."
"Two thousand taels!" Zhao Huan said nonchalantly, "Boss, your shop does seem to be doing well, but if you want to make two thousand taels, you'll probably have to work hard for nearly a year. It's just a matter of snapping a finger now. I'm just trying to make things easier for you. I won't steal your business."
"Two thousand taels?" Shen Jiaxin's heart wavered slightly, but she finally shook her head slightly: "I won't sell it for two thousand taels of silver. After all, I work in a restaurant."
"Five thousand taels! Think carefully and I'll buy you a recipe." A sharp light flashed in Zhao Huan's eyes.
"Five thousand taels?"
Shen Jiaxin suddenly came close to Zhao Huan and said with a sweet smile: "When I first saw you, sir, I was stunned. You are so handsome that I was trembling all over.
Meeting is fate. Since you like it, why not give you this recipe? This silver, haha, this silver is just an embellishment. I have to be worthy of my parents in heaven..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhao Huan's smile grew even brighter, and he said happily, "Let Niu Gao go to the Bianjing Palace to claim the reward later."
"My own husband? The Bianjing Palace? To receive the reward?"
Shen Jiaxin was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhao Huan and Wang Huaiji in disbelief, stammering: "You, you work in the palace?"
Wang Huaiji stood up at the right moment and said, "What palace servant? This is His Majesty."
"Your Majesty? That's the Emperor!"
Shen Jiaxin's mind was blank, but her body was very honest. She knelt on the ground and didn't open her mouth for a long time.
"Good emperor, Niu Gao has returned from his bath."
Before anyone arrived, Niu Gao's careless voice came from the backyard, waking up the dazed Shen Jiaxin.
"This humble daughter, Shen Jiaxin, greets His Majesty the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."
Shen Jiaxin spoke quickly and hurriedly, as if she was afraid that if she spoke too late, the Emperor would be displeased and would kill her.
Niu Gao rushed into the hall and helped Shen Jiaxin up: "Your Majesty, this is my second wife."
Zhao Huan smiled and replied, "I've seen it just now. The plain noodles are very well made."
"What's vegetarian noodles? Isn't it beef noodles? A bowl of noodles with half a pound of beef, it tastes pretty good."
Shen Jiaxin looked at Zhao Huan awkwardly: "Well, well, I didn't know your Majesty's status just now. There wasn't much beef left, so I didn't put it in. My husband is a martial artist, so naturally he needs to eat more nutritious food."
"Not much left? No way! Didn't I just kill the cow this morning? How could you eat it all already?"
Mr. Niu, you really want me to die, right?
Shen Jiaxin pinched Niu Gao's waist hard: "I said it's not much, so it's not much. Do you have any objection?"
"No! No!"
Niu Gao waved his hands with a sharp smile. No matter how high his kung fu skills were, he was afraid of being pinched on the waist.
"Beef? Beef!"
A light bulb went off in Zhao Huan's mind, and he finally remembered that familiar feeling. Isn't this the same feeling as the flower-cut beef soup in Fuyang, Anhui?
"Authentic yellow cattle from the Huaihe River basin are slaughtered, skinned, gutted, and deboned, then cut into four large pieces, rinsed clean, and placed in a large pot with water and simmered over low heat until cooked. This unique aroma is probably due to the addition of hawthorn, rice wine, and tea."
Shen Jiaxin stared at Zhao Huan blankly, and couldn't help but touch her head: "Could it be that my memory is confused? I have already told His Majesty the formula? Otherwise, how would His Majesty know it so clearly?"
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