The aroma of chicken tempted everyone's taste buds. Zhao Huan roasted the big rooster over a fire.
Cao Dongsheng couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Nangong Lian'er's expression improved a lot: "I didn't expect you to have this skill?"
Zhao Huan proudly flipped the roasted chicken over the fire and said, "That's right. It would be even better if there was a little salt."
"Your Majesty, I have it." Cao Dongsheng took out a cloth bag from his arms, and inside it was a block of salt.
Zhao Huan looked at him in surprise: "You carry this with you when you go out?"
Cao Dongsheng was a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty, this is given by the imperial kitchen, that is given to me."
"You old bastard, how dare you embezzle?" Zhao Huan glared.
Cao Dongsheng blushed, a rare occurrence: "Slave, slave, I don't want it. The head of the imperial kitchen gives me some every month."
The coarse salt is white and smooth, which is the tribute salt. After being ground into fine powder, it is as white as snow and has no impurities.
The crude salt sold by ordinary people is yellowish in color, contains many impurities and has a bitter taste. It is also extremely expensive, which is attributed to the limitations of salt production technology at that time.
The Imperial Kitchen knew Cao Dongsheng was a favorite of the Emperor, so naturally they offered him flattery. This tribute salt was so pure that not everyone could afford it, so someone in the Imperial Kitchen used it to bribe Cao Dongsheng.
A eunuch has no other hobbies, and cannot touch women, except for property. Cao Dongsheng has no desire for power, and probably doesn't have the courage to embezzle or accept bribes. He usually just steals and takes advantage of small things.
"I've confiscated it." Zhao Huan snatched it and handed it to Nangong Lian'er: "Go find two stone slabs and grind the coarse salt into fine powder."
After Nangong Lian'er left, Zhao Huan said, "Don't hide this kind of thing from me in the future. Take what you should. Don't be nice to those guys in the imperial kitchen. When you, a bastard, are old and can't move, I will let you retire and return home so that you can live comfortably for the rest of your life. You can take advantage of these petty thefts, but if you dare to accept bribes from my ministers, I will definitely take your head."
Cao Dongsheng smiled and said, "Your Majesty, even if you gave me ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare. I always feel guilty about accepting this salt. I wanted to tell Your Majesty several times, but I was afraid of your punishment. I just took it out because I needed it just now."
Nangong Lian'er picked up two stones, washed them in the stream, ground the coarse salt into fine powder, and gave it to Zhao Huan.
The egg was already half cooked, and Zhao Huan sprinkled salt on it, which made it even more fragrant. Zhao Huan couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
After another half an incense stick of time, Zhao Huan tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Nangong Lian'er, chewing the other one himself. He also tore off a piece of chicken breast and gave it to Cao Dongsheng. The three of them were feasting.
"It's delicious. It's really fucking delicious. Compared to my roast chicken, the food made by the imperial kitchen is just pig food."
In fact, the food is not only delicious in itself, but also pays attention to the environment. Here, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and beautiful women by his side, Zhao Huan naturally had a great appetite.
"Really? I don't think it's anything special." Nangong Lian'er took a light bite and tasted it.
"Who said that?" Zhao Huan was unhappy. He pointed at Cao Dongsheng and asked, "How do you think it tastes?"
Cao Dongsheng nodded hurriedly. "It tastes like dragon liver and phoenix marrow, incredibly delicious. Being able to eat a chicken roasted by Your Majesty is truly a blessing earned in a previous life."
Zhao Huan immediately took this as a compliment: "Well, I said it was delicious."
Nangong Lian'er sneered: "If you give it a raw chicken, will it dare to say it's not delicious?"
This is embarrassing. He is the emperor, and Cao Dongsheng probably doesn't have the courage to say that the food made by Zhao Huan is not delicious.
Zhao Huan picked up a chicken feather from the ground and asked, "Is this delicious?"
Cao Dongsheng was a little embarrassed: "Yes, it's delicious."
Nangong Lian'er chuckled.
Zhao Huan put the chicken feathers to Cao Dongsheng's mouth and said, "You said it was delicious, so you ate it. Eat it."
Cao Dongsheng opened his mouth hesitantly, and Zhao Huan threw the chicken feathers at his head: "Fuck you!"
"You damn bastard, who stole my chicken!" As the commotion was going on, a peasant woman stood at the door of her house with a broom and started cursing.
Upon hearing this, the three guilty thieves hurriedly lay down on the hillside and dared not move.
The peasant woman searched everywhere, and finally she saw the remaining chicken intestines by the stream. She immediately sat down, crying and cursing: "Oh my! My chicken! Which ignorant bastard stole our big rooster? I'm going to kill this bastard..."
The three of them hid on the hillside and dared not make a sound. From the stream below the hillside, they could hear melodious crying, but it was not very pleasant.
Zhao Huan turned around and looked at Nangong Lian'er: "You stole the chicken, turn yourself in."
Nangong Lian'er poked him hard: "It's not me, I didn't catch the chicken."
"Yes, it was you who stole from Cao Dongsheng. If you confess, you will be treated leniently; if you resist, you will be treated severely. Go and explain to that peasant woman." Zhao Huan turned to Cao Dongsheng and said.
Cao Dongsheng cried out in injustice: "Your Majesty, you asked me to steal it."
The peasant woman was crying so hard that Zhao Huan couldn't bear to listen to her anymore. He grabbed Cao Dongsheng and kicked him down the hillside.
Cao Dongsheng slid down the hillside and landed right next to the peasant woman. The two of them stared at each other.
The worst part was that Cao Dongsheng was holding a chicken bone in his hand. He stretched out his trembling hand and whispered, "You, your chicken tastes really good."
The peasant woman was stunned for a second, then she picked up the broom and started beating Cao Dongsheng all over the face, cursing as she beat him: "Damn you bastard, damn you bastard! You stole my chickens, I'm going to fight you."
"Hahahaha..." Zhao Huan laughed so hard that he rolled on the ground holding his stomach, holding his hands.
Pranks are contagious. Looking at Cao Dongsheng running away in a panic, Nangong Lian'er finally couldn't help but tremble.
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