Chapter 477: 477: Where are the talents (8)

Chapter 477 Chapter 477: Where Is The Talent (8)
A seductive flavour of flesh flew through the outer leaves, lingering around the tip of the nose, and drooling.
"Today the restaurants are closing, Tzu knows you can't find a place to eat today."
Wei Ci lit a few charcoal basins and waited for the room temperature to rise slightly before he took off the thick fur covering his body.
"I don't know how early the restaurant opened ..."
Zhang Ping asked as he ate, no matter what rules he didn't talk about.
"It should be the fifth day."
Wei Ci did not know the specific date, this was just his guess.
The Office of Government Affairs is closed two days in advance, for a total of seven days, counting the time, the restaurants outside may be the opening of the fifth day.
During this time, Zhang Ping had nowhere to buy food.
"Go to Yaxing tomorrow to buy a woman who can cook and do laundry ..."
Zhang Ping said last time that he was going to buy it.
Wei Ci's expression was a little hesitant, even though Zhang Ping's nerves were dull, he felt his abnormality.
"Zi Xiaoke has something to say to Ping, even though it doesn't need to be so supportive."
Wei Ci sighed, "Heng Heng ever wanted to stay in Xiangyang County?"
Zhang Ping frowned, he was not stupid, and naturally understood that Wei Ci wanted to solicit himself for his protagonist.
"Ping's character, Zixiao, you know that you are most impatient with those government affairs. If you stay in the government affairs office all day and deal with a bunch of common things, Ping can't stand it." Zhang Ping's remarks have been rejected.
Some people have the ambitions of calming the four seas of Kyushu, and also the world's river Qinghai Yan, such as Wei Ci.
Some people live with it, no matter how noisy the outside world is, they just like to indulge in their own world, such as Zhang Ping.
Everyone has his own aspirations.
Wei Ci smiled slightly. "Now this protagonist, her character may be just right."
Zhang Ping raised an eyebrow and said, "What do you say?"
"Xiheng has studied various siege equipment and defensive equipment. Coincidentally, she is also a fellow in the same field."
Wei Ci's voice was neither ill nor slow, and he didn't worry about Zhang Ping's heartbeat at all.
For people like Zhang Ping, no protagonist can fit his mind better than Jiang Yanji.
Wei Ci knows her. What she is best at is not fighting or talking, but "employing".
Take Zhang Ping as an example, his government affairs are not very good, but he is obsessed with organ objects and has talent and aura in design and manufacturing. Then Jiang Yanji could not let Zhang Ping be exposed to too many government affairs. The biggest possibility is to throw him to Carpentry workshop, set up a similar department, specialize in this one, and then squeeze the dead.
Because of this, Zhang Ping, the enthusiastic institution, will not only grumble, but will be squeezed.
Typically, people are sold for money.
Zhang Ping wasn't convinced that simple, after all, no one knew how much water had been added to his sentence.
"Tsz shows you something, and after watching it, it's not too late for Heng to make a decision."
After speaking, Wei Ci took out a roll of bamboo paper from his sleeve.
This roll of bamboo paper was not cut out, and it was very large. After slowly unfolding, it was full of ancient monster pieces painted with charcoal blocks.
The layman couldn't understand, but Zhang Ping, who was a Mozi scholar, was the most sensitive to this thing, and he had to rush to grab it.
Zhang Ping carefully looked at the design of the bed crossbow, and looked at it for a while, his eyes grew brighter.
He suppressed the excited voice and asked, "Who did this paint?"
"The protagonist painted it by herself. She was curious about the Mohist school. But because of her family heritage, she studied Confucianism."
Zhang Ping was so fascinated that he sighed regretfully after a while, "It's a pity."
It is a pity that a Mo plant was a good seed, and entered Confucianism in vain.
It is even more unfortunate that, according to Jiang Yanji's status today, she cannot study meditation.
Bai blind so good talent and aura.
Wei Ci's lips angled up a few degrees, and his voice softly asked him, "But Heng promised?"
Zhang Ping wanted to roll his eyes and said without hesitation, "This trip is really a loss."
Knowing that there was such a pit waiting for himself, Zhang Ping would not follow Wei Ci northward.
Wei Ci's expression was pure, and his tone was difficult.
"There are many more complicated drawings of the instrument in the study of the protagonist ... In your hand, Tzu and the protagonist talked kindly and nicely, the protagonist reluctantly agreed to bring Tsoi out ... But I can't help it. "
In fact, Wei Ci only asked Jiang Yanji if she could catch the Mo family, and she threw this.
Zhang Ping was furious, and said uneasily, "Wei Zixiao, you also have a black heart."
In order to solicit people, even such shameless means have been used. I wonder if he can't stand the temptation?
The smile on Wei Ci's face remained the same, even brighter.
"The protagonist is going to host a New Year's banquet.
Zhang Ping was still a little depressed at the moment, and she said, "No."
Wei Ci said, "There is no rice grain in the house. Is Heng planning to drink the northwest wind and go to the restaurant on the 5th day?"
Zhang Ping dumbfounded: "..."
This time, he was really speechless.
Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered one thing, how did Wei Ci solve his personal diet problem during this time?
Zhang Ping asked a vulture with a vulture in his mouth.
Wei Ci replied, "The government office has a special kitchenette, and the meals on weekdays are good."
Especially after Wei Ci came, the living standards of the people rose sharply, and even the eunuchs made them all complain that they were stained with Wei Ci.
Because Wei Ci is a patient, he needs to take good care of his body. Naturally, the food must be fine and balanced.
Jiang Yanji learned from the audience of the live broadcast room and is now learning and selling.
She made a pot and other utensils, and taught the chef how to cook with oil and how to add spices to make the food more delicious.
The audience in the live broadcast then knows that the world where the anchor is located, the diet is so backward!
The food of this era is just simple cooking. Can this be tolerated?
At most, the seasoning is salt and hemp.
There is not even a wok, let alone a wok!
Many foods are rolled directly with hot water, such as hot water cabbage and a little salt ... This is tasteless food.
Oh, it's winter and there is no cabbage at all.
Not to mention the practice of steaming, frying, blasting, roasting, braising, frying, braising, stewing, frying, braising, mixing ...
As for the eight major cuisines described by the audience in the live broadcast room, the 5,000-year-old food consuming country, let alone count.
Even though Jiang Yanji didn't enjoy it too much, but over time, she was also a little greedy by the audience in the live broadcast room.
Therefore, Wei Ci was a little bit fat during this time, which is also extenuating.
Like the marinated chicken leg that Wei Ci secretly returned today, it was Jiang Yanji who took the chef to test several times and wasted a lot of ingredients and spices. This marinade has made Feng Jin not want to go home. The kitchen,
Even so, the audience in the live broadcast was still picky and thought she was eating too hard.
[Kneeling down and shouting Dad]: Hey, poor anchor, I really want to order a cross-plane takeaway to make you gain insight.
[Last one more]: Hello, Huangji Mountain Villa, why has n’t the Huangji chicken rice I ordered yet?
[Long-lasting vigor]: Poor anchor, I just ordered a potato and beef shredded rice bowl for you to smell.
_ (: з ″ ∠) _ Today is the fifth change, tomorrow will be the third change, and the mushrooms will prepare for the regular save during the training.
(End of this chapter)