Chapter 23 Leaving the Camp Where is the cook?

Chi Qing hurriedly said, "I have no improper thoughts about this cook. The biggest shortcoming in my life is that I can't bear to see beautiful women suffer..."

Feng Shuo turned his eyes away coldly, "She is very likely to be a spy."

Chi Qing was stunned.

He learned about the coincidence in the young cook's household registration, and recalled the young cook's stunning beauty. He immediately felt that it was understandable that Feng Shuo would have such suspicion.

He touched his smooth chin and said, "Maybe you can give her a try."

Jiang Yanyi had no idea that they had guessed his identity.

She asked Qiu Kui to light a fire and steam the braised pork.

At noon, her braised pork was cooked. After several firemen ate it, they all said that Zhu Chef's tasted more oily. Her braised pork was delicious, but there was no oil taste at all, and it was not satisfying to eat.

Chef Zhu was very proud and made sarcastic remarks about the braised pork with a veil made by Jiang Yanyi.

The braised pork that was finally sent to the generals' tents was naturally made by Chef Zhu.

There were only three braised porks left from Jiang Yanyi's cooking, but she didn't take it to heart. After all, her way of making braised pork was more in line with modern people's tastes, emphasizing fat but not greasy.

The soldiers in the Xizhou camp could only eat meat a few times a year, so they liked the fat and greasiness of the meat. Naturally, the braised pork she made did not meet their expectations.

After steaming the braised pork, she started another pot to make pancakes.

There was no special pot for making braised pork with preserved vegetables pancakes here, so she could only make do with an iron pot.

She had some ingredients left from making braised pork buns. Jiang Yanyi pinched a small dough ball, flattened it and wrapped it like a steamed bun, then wrapped it with fried dried mustard greens and a large portion of salted pork to make it folded. After wrapping it, she flattened it again and rolled it thin with a rolling pin.

When the bottom of the pan was heated to 50%, she put the buns in and fry them until both sides were crispy. The surface of the bun exuded the aroma of wheat and dried mustard greens

. The meat filling inside was tightly packed, and when the sauce burst out when bitten, the rich aroma of the meat and the blandness of the bun could stimulate the taste buds to the greatest extent. She baked three braised pork buns, and the braised pork and rice were also heated.

Jiang Yanyi put the preserved vegetable braised pork cake on a plate, turned the braised pork upside down on another plate, poured the soup into the pot, added water starch to thicken it, and poured it on the braised pork. The reddish-brown pig skin was drizzled with golden brown sauce, which looked good and the meat was particularly delicious.

Qiu Kui looked at it eagerly and touched her round belly. She was obviously full, but somehow she still felt hungry looking at the braised pork.

When Jiang Yanyi walked out with the tray, she happened to hear the two people outside seeming to be discussing military affairs.

The man in a blue shirt dressed as a scholar dipped his fingers in tea and wrote and drew on the table.

"...As soon as autumn comes, the Turks in the north are restless. They just robbed the cattle and sheep of Zhaojiatun a few days ago. In my opinion, Dingjia Village is backed by Yanhui Ridge. The Turks are good at riding and shooting on the plains. They will not risk going up the mountain to rob food. On the contrary, Liujiayu's terrain is flat and needs more precautions..."

Jiang Yanyi didn't want to listen to what they said, but the three words "Dingjia Village" sounded familiar.

She recalled it carefully, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

That was a village where the Turks massacred the entire village in the original book!

The reason why she remembered it was because the second male lead Lu Linyuan was in Dingjia Village at that time. He was protected by the Lu family's death warriors and barely got his life back. He also rescued the daughter of the farmer who took him in overnight, but all the other people in Dingjia Village died tragically.

With the blessing of saving her life, the farmer girl, who had never seen such a talented and handsome man as Lu Linyuan in her life, immediately fell in love with him and became another vicious female partner after the death of the original body.

But because the farmer girl's father had done a favor to Lu Linyuan, and the people in Dingjia Village died and she had no home to return to, no matter how excessive the farmer girl did, Lu Linyuan chose to forgive her.

After all, in Lu Linyuan's eyes, the peasant girl's vulgarity and ignorance are simply natural.

When the heroine came to Xizhou to find him from thousands of miles away, she was angered by the peasant girl beside him, and was kidnapped by the Turkic prince halfway, who wanted to take her back to be a princess. The emperor was furious for

his beloved and immediately decided to go to war with the Turks. The Great Xuan Dynasty was flooded with blood, countless people were displaced, their families were broken up... For the love of these protagonists, the lives of the people of the world were used to pave the way.

The few words that were briefly mentioned when reading the book are vivid lives in this world.

Jiang Yanyi couldn't remain indifferent.

The two people in front of him, one is a military advisor, the other is a staff member, both of whom have access to the generals, and they must be informed of the news that Dingjia Village will be in trouble!

There are hundreds of families there!

Jiang Yanyi took the opportunity to serve the dishes and said: "Two generals, is there going to be a war? I just heard from a general who came to Huotouying to get food not long ago that Dingjia Village seems to be not peaceful..."

When Jiang Yanyi opened his mouth, Chi Qing's eyes flashed with a faint light. He glanced at Feng Shuo calmly, as if to say that the fish was hooked.

Feng Shuo still had a look of "keep away from strangers" on his face, and only asked: "Why is it not peaceful?"

His eyes were cold and sharp, like a sharp knife that could dig into the deepest part of people's hearts.

Jiang Yanyi didn't dare to look him in the eye, and lowered his eyes: "I heard that there are some strange outsiders roaming there."

Calculating the time, Lu Linyuan is almost in Dingjia Village. He and the warriors sent by the Lu family to protect him are all outsiders, so what he said is not a lie.

Moreover, when the Turks attack Dingjia Village, they will definitely send scouts to check how many troops are stationed there.

As long as the Xizhou camp sends someone to check, they will definitely find clues!

Feng Shuo didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Chi Qing was afraid that this "spy" would find some clues, so he replied for Feng Shuo: "Is this true? After we report to the general, we will definitely send someone to investigate."

With these words, Jiang Yanyi felt more relieved.

This was all she could do. If she insisted that Dingjia Village would be attacked, she would not be able to explain why she knew about it in advance. If she revealed her identity as a time traveler, she might be tied up and burned to death as a monster.

Jiang Yanyi knelt down and retreated.

This was the muscle memory of this body, and she did it instinctively when she retreated.

Jiang Yanyi was a little uneasy at the moment, and she didn't notice that Feng Shuo frowned when he saw her perform this ceremony.

After Jiang Yanyi retreated, Chi Qing sent away a few firemen who wanted to serve but didn't know how to serve people, and then said to Feng Shuo: "This cook does have some problems, how are you going to deal with it?"

Feng Shuo just said, "Don't make a fuss first." After thinking for a while, he called Xing Yao who was guarding outside the Huotouying and said, "You send a few scouts to Dingjia Village overnight to see if there is anything unusual." Xing Yao

took the order and left.

Chi Qing lost his appetite for lunch because the braised pork was too greasy. He had no appetite after two mouthfuls of rice. He was so hungry that his stomach was sticking to his back.

The braised pork served by the young cook was golden red in color, with a good balance of fat and meat. It didn't look greasy. The aroma of pickled mustard and meat went into his nostrils, which made all the gluttons in his stomach come alive.

He swallowed his saliva, looked at the braised pork in front of Feng Shuo eagerly, and took the cake in front of him and started to eat it.

At first glance, this braised pork cake is vegetarian, but when you bite into it, you will find that it actually has meat filling. The marinated pork wrapped in sauce has a mellow flavor, and paired with the salty aroma of preserved vegetables, the taste is just right.

Chi Qing looked at the ordinary cake in his hand with great surprise: "This is delicious!"

Feng Shuo glanced at him and ignored him.

He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of braised pork with preserved vegetables, which was half fat and half lean, and put it on the rice with distinct grains. He took a bite and the long-lost taste buds blossomed on the tip of his tongue again.

Compared with the first surprise, Feng Shuo was more confused this time.

The doctor in the mansion looked at the prescription he took from the young cook last night and found that it was just an ordinary recipe and there were no medicinal materials that could restore his sense of taste.

The doctor checked the sugar-roasted chestnuts that he had packed and taken away, and found nothing wrong.

Moreover, the chestnuts were particularly sweet when he ate them in Huotouying, but when he tasted them again after returning home, they had no taste at all.

Feng Shuo slowly figured out a pattern. When he ate in his own military tent, he could only taste 30% of the food. The closer he was to Huotouying, the more his sense of taste recovered. When he ate in Huotouying, he could recover 100% of his sense of taste.

Does this mean that the reason for his restored sense of taste was not the food, but the feng shui of Huotouying?

Feng Shuo's brows knitted tighter.

He never believed in ghosts and gods, but this matter was indeed too mysterious.

Maybe he should ask a Taoist priest to take a look...

Feng Shuo was still thinking to himself, and didn't notice that Chi Qing, who had finished eating two cakes, was looking at the pork with preserved vegetables in front of him and swallowing his saliva.

"Um... let me try a piece..."

Chi Qing carefully asked Feng Shuo for permission. If this bowl of braised pork was placed in front of him, he might not think it was so delicious, but the problem was that it was not his!

It is human nature to always think that what is in other people's bowls is tastier.

Feng Shuo was thinking about something and ignored him. Chi Qing took it as Feng Shuo's consent. He took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth.

His foxy eyes suddenly widened, and he turned around and shouted at the kitchen: "Cook! I want a portion of braised pork too--"

Turning his head to meet Feng Shuo's unfriendly gaze, he smiled embarrassedly: "It's all because the braised pork at noon was too bad. I'm so hungry now..."

Feng Shuo looked away, thinking it was better not to see it.

...

When settling the bill, Feng Shuo had no coins on him, so he directly gave Jiang Yanyi two taels of silver, and Jiang Yanyi smiled.

It was true that the generous diners looked three times more handsome than others!

Chi Qing fumbled in his sleeve pocket for a long time before he took out a few coins. When he saw that Feng Shuo had given so much money, he quickly put the coins back into his pocket and said to Jiang Yanyi without any shame: "My meal money is also included in it."

Feng Shuo felt embarrassed to watch: "What did you do with your monthly salary?"

Chi Qing didn't feel guilty at all, and said righteously: "Do you think your wife is so easy to keep?"

Feng Shuo didn't want to talk to this embarrassing guy anymore.

Before leaving, Jiang Yanyi returned the wrapped cloak to him: "I don't know if this belongs to the military advisor. I will remember your kindness and return it to its original owner today."

Chi Qing's foxy eyes instantly lit up with gossip.

Feng Shuo was much taller than Jiang Yanyi. He looked at the little cook who lowered her eyebrows and nodded in front of him, and many emotions flashed through his eyes. In the end, he just said: "It's not mine."

He left Huotouying.

Chi Qing pouted, obviously not expecting such a boring ending. She quickly followed Feng Shuo's steps, leaving Jiang Yanyi stunned.

It's not his?

Did he dislike the cloak because he had covered it before and didn't want it?

Or was there someone else who saved him last night?

The next day, Jiang Yanyi and the women went to work in Huotouying as usual.

Chef Li is a person who can't sit still. When he feels better, he goes back to the kitchen to work. He learned from several firemen that he was able to be rescued thanks to Jiang Yanyi. Although he didn't say it, he taught Jiang Yanyi to cook his specialty dishes as soon as he came back. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Chef Li is training Jiang Yanyi as his successor.

The dishes that Jiang Yanyi can cook are basically what she learned when her father went to the countryside to hold banquets. Later, because she was greedy, she also learned a lot from recipes, but everyone has a shortcoming, and she can't cook all kinds of dishes.

After all, Chef Li has been at the kitchen for decades and is experienced. Jiang Yanyi has learned a lot from him. Today is the day for the Huotou Camp to go out to buy things

. Jiang Yanyi has never seen what Xizhou City looks like since she came here. When she leaves the military camp and goes back to her old job, she has to understand the market. She told Chef Li that she wanted to go out to buy things together. Chef Li readily agreed and asked her to find Zhao Tou'er. Chef Li had already spoken, and Zhao Tou'er and Chef Li had been friends for many years, so it was impossible for him not to give Chef Li this face. It was just for the convenience of going out to the military camp that Jiang Yanyi was dressed as a boy. Jiang Yanyi's skin was too fair, and she smeared the soot on her face and hands, and instantly became a black coal ball. The kind that would burn your eyes if you looked at her for one more second. Zhao Tou'er led her and several other firemen in charge of collecting food to leave the Xizhou camp smoothly. At this time, in the commander's camp, Feng Shuo had just received the news brought back by the scout. "...I and others have indeed found traces of the Turks in Dingjia Village. The Turks' war horses all come from the grasslands in Pingxi. The horses are tall and their hoof prints are also larger than those of the Central Plains horses. The hoof prints left on the mountains near Dingjia Village are exactly the same as the hoof prints left by the Turks in Zhaojiatun before!"

Feng Shuo looked at the sand table in front of him and fell into deep thought, his eyes dim and unclear. After a moment, he said, "Pass on my secret order, Dingjiapo will send 5,000 additional light cavalry, and march tonight under the cover of night."

Maybe what the cook said last night was true, or maybe the other party colluded and deliberately created such an illusion to trick him.

No matter which case, Dingjiapo's reinforcement is always a precaution.

After this incident, it will be clear whether the cook is a spy or not.

He picked up the tea beside him and took a sip, then frowned suddenly.

He could still taste the tea just now, how come he lost his sense of taste in a moment?

Feng Shuo felt something was wrong.

Xing Yao saw that he looked unhappy, and asked carefully: "Master, is the tea not brewed well?"

Feng Shuo put down the teacup, stood up and walked out: "I'm hungry, let's go to Huotouying."

Xing Yao was not sure that this was what his master would say. He had been with Feng Shuo for so many years. When there was a shortage of military supplies on the battlefield, he had not eaten for two days and three nights, but he had never heard his master say the word "hungry". What happened today?

Feng Shuo's sudden low-key visit to Huotouying scared the chefs at the stove.

They thought something big had happened, but this great general came in person just to eat a bowl of noodles. He was

the kind of person who frowned and put down the bowl after only one bite, and his aura became more and more gloomy.

Zhu, the chef who was cooking noodles, had cold sweat on his forehead and almost fainted.

Feng Shuo couldn't understand why he had lost his sense of taste in Huotouying. What went wrong?

His cold eyes swept through Huotouying inch by inch. Several chefs trembled and their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

Feng Shuo looked around and didn't see Jiang Yanyi. He suddenly asked, "Where is the cook?"

At this time, Jiang Yanyi was sitting on a cart waiting to enter the city, leisurely enjoying the scenery outside the Great Wall.

Zhao Tou'er was working for the military camp, so the guards at the city gate didn't dare to make things difficult for them. They took a look at their pass tokens and let them in.

Their cart entered from the left side of the city gate, and there happened to be a caravan waiting to leave the city on the right side of the city gate.

In the front was a horse-drawn carriage, and the person sitting inside was probably the owner of this caravan. There were three carts at the back, and each cart was filled with boxes. Because the boxes were tightly sealed, it was hard to tell what kind of business they were doing.

However, when the middle cart passed by, Jiang Yanyi smelled an indescribable stench, as if something was rotten, and a lot of spices were deliberately added to cover it up.

The guards did not have a good face for the merchants, and shouted at them to open the boxes on the car one by one.

Jiang Yanyi was also curious about what goods this caravan was transporting, and could not help but take a few more glances.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was slowly lifted by a rough big hand.