Xiao Rong looked at Qu Yunmie in surprise, then he laughed: "Your Majesty, just say come in, and I will push the door open. Why would you bother your Majesty to open the door in person?"
Qu Yunmie: “…”
That seems to be the case.
But he didn't think much about it and just did it. If he admits that he was wrong now, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?
So he just paused, and then said nonchalantly: "I can tell from the weak knock on the door that it's you. I wouldn't open the door for anyone else, but if I let you push it yourself, I'm afraid you'll fall to the ground instead of opening the door."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
The smile on his face froze. Qu Yunmie hadn't noticed it yet, but looked at the food box in his hand in confusion. He asked, "What is this?"
Xiao Rong wanted to answer him with "pig food".
But luckily, he still didn't let himself say that, and instead smiled again and said, "I made this food for the king."
Qu Yunmie's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Xiao Rong with surprise: "Did you do it yourself?" Xiao Rong nodded.
Qu Yunmie stretched out his hand and Xiao Rong handed him the food box. He took two steps forward, and Qu Yunmie consciously closed the door behind him.
This food box is of normal size in Xiao Rong's hand, but it feels like a mini version in Qu Yunmie's hand. Xiao Rong thought silently that he did not make enough from time to time.
Qu Yunmie was still looking at the reddish-brown food box curiously. He did not open it, but just looked up and asked Xiao Rong: "Isn't it said that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen?"
Xiao Rong smiled and said, "Does the king think I am a gentleman?"
Qu Yunmie looked at him, then looked away.
He did not answer, but he thought to himself that Xiao Rong did not look like a gentleman, but he was the only gentleman he had ever seen.
Fortunately, Xiao Rong didn't mind his occasional silence. To others, silence might represent many meanings, but the king was simple-minded. His silence was just silence and there was no need to think too much about it.
Qu Yunmie threw everything on the desk aside and opened the lunch box. While he was doing this, Xiao Rong was also looking at this study room that belonged to Qu Yunmie. Originally, Qu Yunmie wanted to convert it into an armory, but Xiao Rong vetoed it. The armory could be placed in the backyard. This important room that was located on the central axis and could be seen by others as soon as they came in should be more elegant.
As for the books, Xiao Rong picked up one and flipped through it. This was a military book.
Xiao Rong did not read the contents, but only observed the layout and structure of the book. He had no doubt that it was also a handwritten copy, but the size was much larger than the books Xiao Rong was used to holding. This kind of book could not be held in one hand, and had to be spread out on the table to read, or held up with both hands. It was a bit like an account book.
Xiao Rong held the book and asked Qu Yunmie, "Has Your Majesty ever read it?"
Qu Yunmie had just opened the lid of the lunch box. Hearing this, he cast a glance at the cover of the book, then lowered his head again: "No, because when I got this book seven years ago, I had already read it once."
Xiao Rong raised his eyebrows. Qu Yunmie had a very good memory. No matter what happened, he could accurately tell the year and what happened. It stands to reason that such people are very smart and can get twice the result with half the effort in studying. However, Qu Yunmie was born not to like books but to like swords and guns. He had talent but did not use it, so naturally he did not make any progress.
Of course, another name for a good memory is holding a grudge. Xiao Rong has discovered that whenever they quarrel, Qu Yunmie will bring up the time when he scolded him, and each time he mentions a different idiom. Xiao Rong even feels that he will keep talking about this matter until the end of time. …
Putting the book back, he came back to Qu Yunmie and saw him frowning at the plate of golden stuff.
Hearing Xiao Rong approaching, he asked him puzzledly: "What kind of dish is this?"
Xiao Rong answered crisply: "Fried platter."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
There are fried chicken fillets, fried chicken wings, fried spare ribs, and fried lotus root boxes.
As for potato chips and the like, forget about it. There are no potatoes at this time, and their place of origin is too far away from them. Xiao Rong will never be able to taste the deliciousness of potatoes again in his life.
Although he couldn't eat potatoes, there were many delicacies that Xiao Rong had never tasted before, which offset each other. In order to make this fried platter, Xiao Rong poured all the oil that the kitchen had prepared for another week into the pot, which made the chefs feel heartbroken. Who would waste food like this?
But the result was not bad. Although animal fats were used and many of Xiao Rong's favorite foods were missing during the marinating process, some ingredients were naturally beautiful. Apart from anything else, at least the chickens they could buy now were all authentic mountain chickens that they would never be able to eat in the future. …
High-carb and high-fat foods are loved by all humans, especially carnivorous men like Qu Yunmie who cannot live without meat. He asked the guards to bring two pairs of chopsticks, and then sat in the study and started eating with Xiao Rong.
Xiao Rong didn't eat. He didn't like greasy food. He just held the chopsticks and watched Qu Yunmie eat.
Qu Yunmie first picked up a piece of chicken wing that looked most familiar to him. After biting it, the steaming, greasy, tender white meat immediately emerged, and the aroma was stronger than at the beginning.
Qu Yunmie was stunned for a moment as he tasted fried food for the first time in his life. Then he put down his chopsticks, called the guard outside in, and asked him to bring him two jars of wine.
Xiao Rong laughed out loud when he saw this. He also put down his chopsticks, then leaned closer to Qu Yunmie with his chin in his hand and asked him in a low voice: "Does the king like to eat this?"
Qu Yunmie nodded modestly, "I didn't expect you to even research on food."
Xiao Rong: "This is not something I came up with. It was invented by people from other countries. Although this way of eating is fragrant and delicious, it is too greasy and not suitable for eating too much. I only make it once in a while as a reward for myself."
Qu Yunmie raised his head: "Reward?"
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