Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 3 Hell Starts, To Live or To Die That Is The Question
【Ding!To capture the dissatisfaction of the host, the system follows the principle of high-quality service and issues a compensation package to the host: 50g of salt. 】

Jing Zhao: ...? ?

This works too! !
Gu Jingzhao happily accepted the compensation from the system.

After a while, he put a bowl of small wontons with thin skin and filling in front of Aning.

The scent hit her nostrils, and Ah Ning obviously hesitated for a moment. "You did this?"

Jing Zhao is ready to receive his first positive review coupon, "Try it!"

Aning took a bite and stopped, he frowned slightly, "Gu Heipao, you did this?" His tone was full of disbelief.

Jing Zhao nodded heavily, expecting to overflow from his eyes, "Is it delicious?"

Aning chewed and swallowed slowly, and his voice returned to the original calm: "Not bad."

"Not bad? It's just not bad??" Jing Zhao's eyes widened, he grabbed Aning's hand and the spoon, and fed a wonton into his mouth.

The skin is thin, smooth, and the meat is fresh, and the juice will burst after one bite.In this era of lack of food and clothing, this is obviously extremely delicious!How to evaluate it is just a good one!
For Gu Jingzhao, not bad is the same as okay, reluctantly, so-so, and mediocre.

To insult his cooking is to insult him as a person.

Jing Zhao's gaze carried a faint threat: "Eat another one, eat slowly, chew carefully, and then comment after eating." He must arrive today for this good review coupon.

Aning held the spoon and chewed slowly. He ate very fast, but there was a sense of nobility and elegance in his every move, which was pleasing to the eye.

He is clearly the son of an aristocratic family who has been educated in high etiquette.But when the original owner picked him up, he was covered in blood and scars, and the clothes on his body were no different from those of a beggar.All kinds of attire are extremely inconsistent with his identity.Thinking about it now, I'm afraid there is still an unknown story in the middle.

Jing Zhao thought about it, and when he was free, he must ask where Aning came from.

Aning lowered his eyes and completely ignored Jing Zhao's naked gaze, and stuffed the wontons into his mouth one by one.

I often hear people say that some stupid people get enlightened overnight, and they can speak well the next day, learning a lot.

Could it be that Gu Heipao is also such a chosen person?If he hadn't watched Gu Jingzhao cook at the door, it would be really hard to imagine that this bowl of strange-looking but delicious bread and meat would come from him.

Aning ate the last wonton gracefully, took a sip of the soup, finally put down the spoon, put her hands on her knees, sat gracefully, and said lightly: "I'm done."

Gu Jingzhao stepped forward and hurriedly asked, "So... this smell?"

This person is only half an inch away from him. Gu Jingzhao is only two or three years older than him, but his facial features have grown, and his handsome face has begun to show a tough outline.A pair of peach blossom eyes are extremely bright and penetrating.The corners of his lips curled into a smile, his body tensed slightly, and he was concentrating on waiting for his answer.

Aning secretly smiled inwardly, Jing Zhao's little expression of begging for praise inexplicably hit his cute spot.This person has just opened his mind, and finally the food is delicious, so he can't dampen his enthusiasm. (Ah-Ning does not want to eat the messy food in the past)
Although it can't kill people, it's not a punishment for people if it's unpalatable.

On the face, he still had the old-fashioned style, and said lightly: "It's delicious."

【Ding!Congratulations to the host, get 1 favorable comment coupon, 1/4 of the goal of the first stage. Keep working hard! 】

As soon as Aning finished speaking, the system prompt flashed in his mind.

Yes!

Jing Zhao secretly applauded in his heart!

He wrapped all the minced meat in wontons, and the remaining amount should be able to sell another four or five bowls.But now, people in Quanjun are quite prejudiced against Shangshiji, and they are afraid that it will not be sold.

Jing Zhao secretly thought, if it really can't be sold...

Jing Zhao was having a headache, so he thought about it.Anyway, what he needs is a good review coupon, and he didn't say that he must sell it.It's better to give it away for free, as long as the diner says: delicious, the task given to him by the system will be completed.

Jing Zhao said to Aning while thinking: "I'll cook the leftover wontons and distribute them to the neighbors around, so that they can all taste brother's cooking!"

Aning raised his eyes, with an expression of disbelief, "Gu Heipao, are you crazy?"

"This is the only food left in this family. Now that the plague of locusts is raging, if you give this last ration to others, don't you want to fast for immortality?"

"Huh?" Jing Zhao was taken aback, but didn't react.

Aning pulled him to the door, and pushed the door open with a heavy palm. Suddenly, the yellow sand rolled up and the wind was strong, which blinded Jing Zhao's eyes.

——In the 4th year of Qin Shihuang, in Gengyin in October, locusts came from the east, covering the sky and causing epidemics all over the world.

Jing Zhao slowly opened his eyes in the wind and sand, and there were several intertwined crying sounds in his ears first, there were women, children, and old people, all desolately, crying like heartbroken.

It's August, the great autumn harvest season.There should be golden ears of wheat in the field, and ripe fruits should hang high on the branches.But if you look around, there is loess all over the place, and you can occasionally see a few wheat straws, and the straws are also bare.

The crying came from that land. Two children, a woman, and an old woman were sitting on the ground, with two corpses in front of them.The distance is too far, Jing Zhao can't see clearly.But by feeling, one is an old man and the other is a man in his prime.Flies circled around the corpse. Under the scorching sun, the corpse would rot and stink within two days.

Jing Zhao walked out of the door uncontrollably, and just one step away, Aning grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"What are you doing?" Aning said: "You managed to save your life from this epidemic, now you go out and don't want to live?"

"I didn't..." Jing Zhao suddenly thought of something.

"Then you went to throw out the garbage just now..." He suddenly thought, just now Aning went out to throw out the garbage for himself, the disease is rampant here, isn't he afraid?
The boy's expression froze for a moment, then he held his head high and snorted, "I'm not the same as you little sick chicken, I'm in good shape!"

Jing Zhao frowned, how can this matter be careless.

He secretly summoned the system: System, are there any medicinal materials that can prevent and treat the disease?
[Mountain Ginseng Codonopsis Banlangen, Agarwood Rhinoceros Horn Fritillaria, you have everything, dear~] While talking, the system thoughtfully brought up the product panel.

The varieties are really rich and varied, but it's a pity that he can't afford any of them!
Jing Zhao: System, you really can trick me!This place doesn't say that the birds don't shit, and now even the people are dying, where can I get so many good reviews.

[Dear~ Do you think the food is delicious, so you only eat one meal?A restaurant is delicious, so you only go to eat once? 】The system suddenly popped up such a sentence.

(End of this chapter)