Chapter 61 Chili Hot Pot [Jinjiang Authentic Edition - Cotton, Corn...
The hall, which was as warm as spring, suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
At this moment, the silence of all civil and military officials seemed to represent, to some extent, their tacit approval of the Chief Justice's proposal.
After Fusu understood his teacher's evasive look and grasped the ministers' meaning, he couldn't help but open his mouth in astonishment. He, who had always been talented, now had dull eyes and was so speechless that he couldn't utter a single word.
Because as the father of the emperor's eldest son and the eldest prince of the empire, he simply couldn't find his position on this matter.
As a father, he was naturally happy and proud to see that his son was so outstanding and could make great contributions to the Qin Dynasty at such a young age.
However, from the perspective of being the "invisible crown prince", the Chief Justice said on the spot that his one-year-old son had the "ability to be the second emperor".
Um……
This made the eldest son of the empire a little confused. No matter how he looked at it, his son should be the third generation of the royal family, right?
If his son is the "Second Emperor", where will he, the second generation of the emperor, stay?
Fusu was confused and a little bewildered, but the ministers had a clear mind.
After the Chief Justice, no one in the hall spoke. For a moment, the warm and cozy hall was filled with silence. This tacit silence made the crackling of charcoal in the charcoal basins in the four corners and the rustling of falling snow outside the window seem extremely loud.
Li Si stood in place, holding a jade sceptre, staring at the First Emperor who was kneeling at the top. All the officials also looked at His Majesty the Emperor in unison.
Sitting beside the large black lacquer table, the First Emperor drooped his eyelids and pursed his lips in silence for a long time. Only then, under the gaze of all the officials, did he speak a word:
"The Chief Justice's words make sense. However, although the Emperor's eldest grandson Ying has made great contributions, he is currently too young. The matter of appointing him as the Crown Prince will be put on hold for a later date."
"Rediscuss" rather than "not discuss".
Although His Majesty rejected the Chief Justice's New Year's suggestion, all the civil and military officials knew what was going on. His Majesty only said that "the eldest grandson of the emperor is too young" and did not refute the other words of the Chief Justice. Obviously, this indirectly shows that His Majesty has also decided in his mind that the "eldest grandson of the emperor" will one day become the "crown prince".
But will this "Chang Sun" truly succeed His Majesty as the "Second Emperor of Qin"? Or will he follow the rules and regulations and become the "Third Emperor of Qin"? That all depends on what the "Eldest Prince" does next.
Li Si also knew when to stop, and respectfully bowed to his superior, said "yes", and returned to his seat.
Immediately afterwards, all the officials quickly moved on from this sensitive topic and resumed discussing other issues.
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As time went by, the snowflakes outside the window became bigger and denser.
It was almost noon when Fusu, wearing a black cloak and surrounded by snow, got off the carriage and walked straight along the corridor to the restaurant in the backyard. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door of the restaurant, he saw a burst of white steam wafting out from the open wooden window, accompanied by an extremely rich and stimulating fragrance.
Seeing this, Fusu hurriedly quickened his pace, hurriedly lifted the restaurant curtain and walked in, and was stunned by the scene inside the restaurant.
I saw several tables put together and placed by the window. In the middle of the tables was a black iron pot with two handles, and under the pot was a small red clay stove with a bright flame.
I don't know what's cooking in the iron pot, but it's boiling and bubbling.
Bowls and plates of fresh ingredients were placed around the small stove. Just what he could see at a glance were lamb slices, chicken breast, leeks, green onions, sunflower greens, bean sprouts, mushrooms, tofu, tofu skin, and so on.
Several wet nurses and their maids were carrying long chopsticks, picking up bowls and dishes and adding fresh ingredients to the boiling pot. Meanwhile, his chubby son, wearing a black tiger-head hat and walking with a shaky step and a shallow footstep, was hugging his wife's thigh with his right arm. He stretched his neck, stood on tiptoe, and clenched his left hand into a small fist. He raised it up and down in the air, and said to the wet nurses in a childish voice, word by word, with difficulty, in the elegant language of the Great Qin:
"Get in there!"
"All the flesh, all of it, in there!"
[What the hell is going on?]
Fusu stood at the door and looked at a group of women and a child busying around inside. The strong and pungent smell in the air kept drilling into his nose, choking him so much that he frowned and stretched out his hand to disperse a cloud of white mist that floated in front of him. Then he took off the black cloak he was wearing, put on silk shoes, and walked towards the mother and child who were facing away from him.
"Go to the head! Caicai!"
"Cai Cai!"
Ying, the little fat boy, was holding his mother's thigh with bright eyes to steady his little body, trying to raise his left fist high, and loudly instructing the wet nurses to make the first delicious hot pot in Daqin on the first snow of the new year.
Suddenly, his little body was hugged from behind. The next moment, his feet left the ground and he rose 1.8 meters into the air.
This familiar height, this familiar strength.
The little fat boy subconsciously turned his furry round head and met the eyes of his father who was returning home from "get off work".
Fusu held his son in his arms and tilted his head back slightly to avoid the mist that was blowing in his face. He looked at his wife with shining eyes and asked in confusion:
"Ling, what are you making? Why does it smell so pungent?"
As soon as Wang Ling saw her beloved, she pointed at the boiling iron pot on the table and said with an excited smile:
"My dear, the Black Bird has given Ying another treasure today. Among them is a seasoning called 'chili pepper,' which smells even spicier than dogwood."
"Ying said that chili peppers are essential for making spicy dishes, and that we must eat hot pot when it snows in winter. Look, Ying is teaching us how to make hot pot."
"chili"
"hot pot?"
Fusu was a little confused when he heard these two unfamiliar words. He held the little fat boy in his arms and walked a few steps towards the table.
As he got closer, he also saw the strange red piece of plant floating on the surface of the pot and rolling up and down. He thought it must be the "chili pepper".
"Hot pot, hot pot", does it mean that all the fresh ingredients around the small stove should be thrown into the boiling pot and cooked?
Fusu thought so and looked down at his son. He saw the fat boy staring at the vegetable leaves and meat slices rolling up and down in the pot and drooling.
The shiny saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth was like a flood, flowing down the chubby chin of the little fat boy, and directly turned the off-white ruffled bib tied around his neck into a dark color.
Recalling Li Si's passionate words at the court meeting in the morning, such as "the ability of the second emperor", "the heroic demeanor of the great emperor", "the most similar to your majesty among the three generations of the royal family", and "let the eldest grandson of the emperor wear a black robe and become the crown prince as soon as possible", Fusu couldn't help but a funny expression appeared on his face. He wanted to laugh but was a little speechless.
Qin Ying turned her head and saw that her father's expression was not normal after returning today. She couldn't help but narrow her big almond-shaped eyes slightly.
He used the instinct of a baby sucking milk to keenly perceive that his unfortunate father was now openly laughing at him?!
laugh at?
This is intolerable!
His grandfather praised him, “Great grandfather!”
His own father laughed at him! His own father is evil!
The little chubby boy immediately raised his two little hands, lifted up the bib tied around his neck, and wiped all the saliva off his chin. He then deftly turned the wet bib behind his neck, straightened his little body, stared at his father with wide eyes, and tried hard to control his little tongue, and said with difficulty:
"Father, why are you laughing?!"
Hearing his son's questioning voice, Wang Ling struggled to shift his gaze from the boiling hot pot to the father and son next to him.
Seeing that the heavy little chubby boy in his arms was quite sensitive to his emotions, Fusu wanted to laugh even more.
Naturally, he would not tell his fat son that "at the court today, the Chief Justice proposed to make him the Crown Prince". What if his son got so excited that he wet the bed in the middle of the night that even the diaper on his little butt couldn't hold it back?
The eldest son immediately raised his chin slightly towards the hot pot on the table, then sneered at the chubby boy in his arms who was drooling non-stop, saying mercilessly:
"Hahahaha, father is making fun of you. You're small but you're quite greedy. Look at the food in this pot, which one can you eat? You're so greedy that you've even wet your bib in front of a pot of food you can't eat. Can't father laugh at you a little?"
After hearing what the eldest son said, Wang Ling and several wet nurses saw that the bib tied around the little guy's neck had turned around, and they couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh.
Seeing all the adults in the hall laughing, Qin Ying couldn't help but glare at his unlucky father!
If he can't eat, can he still not smell? !
My father really doesn't know how to appreciate the blessings he has! If it weren't for the heavy snow and the low temperature, his grandfather would have been afraid that he would catch a cold and wouldn't have allowed him to go to the palace. Now, this first snow hotpot would be set up in Zhangtai Palace!
He drooled so much that his clothes were soaked through, but his grandfather not only didn't laugh at him, but he even changed him into new clothes!
Hello, Father!
Bad dad!
Seeing that the little fat boy still puffed up his white and tender cheeks and turned his head away angrily, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to him after he exposed the truth, the smile in Fusu's eyes became even more intense.
Several wet nurses also stepped aside at the right time, leaned over and smiled at the family of three in front of them:
"Master and Madam, the ingredients in this hot pot look cooked. I think they are ready to eat."
Wang Ling had been smelling the hot pot for a long time and could no longer bear it. Upon hearing this, he immediately stretched out his arms to take his fat son from his husband's arms and urged Fusu without turning his head:
"My dear, go wash your hands quickly. We will eat hot pot together later."
Fusu, who had been busy in the palace for the whole morning, was indeed a little hungry at this moment.
He nodded and turned to go to the bathroom.
When he washed his hands and face, changed into comfortable casual clothes and returned to the restaurant, he saw his wife and son already sitting at the table by the window.
There was some steaming food on the empty tableware in front of the mother and son.
On his wife's plate were some cooked sunflowers, bean sprouts and a few slices of boiled lamb, while in the son's small bowl next to her was still the familiar fish paste and egg custard.
He walked over and knelt down beside his son. The next moment, the maid brought him a plate of cooked vegetables.
Without exception, every leaf was stained with a festive red color, and a strong spicy smell hit my face.
Seeing that his wife had picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of red lamb and put it into her mouth, his eyes lit up.
His son also stretched his neck, moved his little nose to take a breath of spicy air, and then held his small bowl and stuffed a spoonful of fish paste into his mouth.
The mother and son enjoyed the food more than each other.
Fusu also picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of sunflower leaf and tentatively put it into his mouth.
I usually eat smooth and tender sunflower leaves, but today I actually tasted a very special flavor when I chewed them.
Fusu tasted it carefully and could taste the flavors of onion, ginger, garlic, peppercorns, star anise and bay leaves. Is that spicy taste, which is even hotter than dogwood, the taste of chili pepper?
"Okay, eat!"
Seeing that his own father had just laughed at him, he swallowed a mouthful of green wood ear vegetable and ate it without saying a word.
Qin Ying seemed to have found her home ground. She quickly turned her head and raised her eyebrows at her father with a confident and complacent look.
Fusu kept his mouth shut. Wang Ling reached out and touched his son's furry head, smiling and praising him without disguising his joy.
"Hahahahaha, delicious! So delicious!"
"Ying is amazing! She even knows how to cook delicious food!"
Hearing his mother's praise, the little fat boy immediately grinned.
Fusu couldn't help but smile when he saw the mother and son's profiles with extremely similar smiles. He moved closer to his son and asked curiously:
"Ying, do you still have this chili?"
Qin Ying blinked her eyes, looked at her father, and remained silent.
At the beginning of the Great Qin New Year, the system mall is carrying out four "ONE" shopping activities!
Over the past six months, he has signed in every day. The maximum amount he can get on a given day is 20 blind box coins, and the minimum is 1 blind box coin. After six months of saving up, he has accumulated a total of 1,618 blind box coins in his account.
Today he was so happy that he spent it all!
I used 666 blind box coins to buy my grandfather a set of ergonomic large solid wood desk and office chair with massage function according to his height of two meters.
I spent another ninety-nine blind box coins to buy three floor-standing eye-protection solar desk lamps for my grandfather, in large, medium and small sizes.
I bought a set of skin care products for my mother and my grandmother, spending a total of 398 blind box coins.
I spent a total of two hundred blind box coins on the five cans of infant formula I ate.
I spent a total of one hundred blind box coins on my great-grandfather’s cashmere knee pads, my great-grandmother’s reading glasses, and my grandpa and grandma’s cashmere vests.
He used the remaining 155 blind box coins to buy 50 kilograms of cotton seeds, 50 kilograms of pepper seeds, 50 kilograms of corn seeds, and 50 kilograms of red dried peppers.
Not a single coin is left!
The system space is packed full!
Looking at his son's big eyes rolling around, but not answering his questions, he looked like he was waiting for him to apologize.
Fusu had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and bowed to the grudge-bearing little fat boy:
"I'm sorry, Lord Xiao'an, I was really presumptuous just now. I shouldn't have laughed at you, a young man with such a greedy mouth. Please tell Fusu quickly, do you still have this chili?"
Seeing that his father admitted his mistake, the little fat boy was happy. He grinned and waved his hand, and a transparent bag half a person's height appeared out of thin air with a "bang" and fell beside the father and son.
Seeing the red dried plants stuffed inside, Fusu looked into the boiling hot pot again and recognized that it was the spicy chili pepper. He couldn't help but say with deep emotion:
"This chili pepper tastes even spicier than dogwood. I break out in sweat after eating just a little bit."
"If this could be sent to the frontier, and the soldiers could add it to their communal meals, it would be quite helpful in keeping them warm."
Hearing his beloved's words, Wang Ling nodded quickly, took a sip of tea to wash away the spicy taste in his mouth, and smiled approvingly at Fusu:
"My dear, you and I are thinking the same thing. Before you came back, I asked Ying about this dried chili pepper when I saw it."
"Ying said there are seeds inside the dried chili peppers, and he even got a bag of chili pepper seeds from Xuanniao."
"If chili seeds are planted in spring, one seedling will produce many green chilies in midsummer. The green chilies can be eaten. When they turn red, they can be dried, ground into powder, and cut into pieces. They can be preserved for a long time and used as a seasoning. When the time comes, the chili powder can be transported to the frontier, which should be enough for the soldiers to eat and keep warm."
"really"
When Fusu heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly looked down at his fat son.
Qin Ying also nodded. He was now learning to speak, speaking word by word, with great difficulty.
What the mother said was exactly what he said to her before his biological father came back.
"That's great! I'll go to the palace this afternoon and give this bag of peppers to the emperor. He'll probably be very happy when he finds out."
Fusu clapped his hands in praise with bright eyes.
Upon hearing this, the little fat boy Ying immediately stretched out his little hand and tugged at his father's wide sleeves, saying:
"Father! Let's go!"
"Ying, it's snowing heavily outside right now. It's too cold. If you go out with your father, it would be bad if you catch a cold."
Wang Ling spoke earnestly to his naughty son who wanted to run to Zhangtai Palace all day long, giving him some advice.
Qin Ying shook her little head directly at her mother, then looked up at her father who seemed to be thinking. She raised her two little hands and spoke and gestured while struggling to jump out. Qin Yayan:
"Father, Ying, I want to go."
"Ying, there are still treasures! Go to the palace, find Grandfather, and present the treasures to him."
"Presenting treasure, Ying, OK, father, no~"
When Wang Ling heard the inside story, she suppressed her smile, turned around, picked up her chopsticks and ate the food on the plate, without saying anything to stop him.
Fusu couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard this straightforward and heartbreaking explanation. He raised his right hand to wipe his face, then used the two slender fingers of his left hand to twist the wet bib on the back of his son's neck and turned the wet side to the front of the little guy's neck.
Facing the little fat boy's eyes widening in disbelief, he nodded perfunctorily: "Well, Father knows. I'll take you there this afternoon. I'll take you to the palace. Come eat your porridge!"
revenge!
This is definitely revenge!
Seeing his father's perfunctory expression, he couldn't help but squint his eyes. He stretched out his two little hands again, put his wet bib back behind his neck, and then held his little silver spoon and buried his head in eating his delicious rice!
He understood!
He understood it all!
envy!
His own father was clearly jealous of him today!
No, then no!
The father is no match for his own son! He is so angry!
snort!
Vegetables!
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