"Come on wheat flour."

After a long time, Master Jia entered the kitchen again.

Cao Er was so excited that he was so excited, "June just tells me and I will take action."

The master entered the kitchen, it was a big dish at least, right?

"Make a fire!"

When the fire was born, the rare iron pot in the Tang Dynasty was heated immediately.

"Don't be too big!"

Put the flour in and stir-fry, and turn it faster, otherwise it will be muddy.

"Um!"

Cao Er couldn't help but feel confused when he saw it, "It tastes so delicious? It smells quite fragrant."

Jia Ping'an also felt it was very fragrant.

Fried noodles do not require tedious procedures and the time is short.

"Husband!"

Su He came, smelling the fragrance, and couldn't help but feel moved, "What's delicious?"

“Cooked noodles.”

Jia Ping'an put salt in, stir-fry again, and worked together.

He grabbed a handful of handfuls into his mouth, and suddenly...

"Ahem cough cough..."

The first time someone who ate fried noodles felt a pile of fine sand in his mouth, and his throat was uncomfortable, and he immediately sprayed out.

Cao Er stood in front of him and was sprayed all over his head and face.

"water!"

It must be something bad, I... flash!

Su He left quietly.

Jia Ping'an took a sip of water and said, "I don't believe it anymore. Isn't it really delicious?"

He made a little more and slowly wet it with saliva.

The taste is... very strange, not delicious, but it cannot be said to be trash.

Many years later, in the snow and ice, the warriors were eating such fried noodles and fighting enemies armed to their teeth.

Then he tried how to eat it with water, how to eat it with boiled it into a paste, and add jerky pickles...

"How about Bimai Rice?"

My genius is such a genius!

Jia Ping'an couldn't help laughing.

Cao Er tasted it, "Compared with wheat rice, this is delicious."

"Fry a pot!"

Jia Ping'an felt that dry food was really not difficult.

Then he asked someone to make a cloth bag, put a bag of fried noodles, and carried it around for a few rounds.

"appropriate!"

He called Du Helai, "You go to Mr. Xu's house and tell him that he will submit a memorial tomorrow. No, go to the court to ask for your Majesty and re-report the matter of clay around Chang'an. Be more passionate and fearless..."

During dinner, Su He insisted on bringing a bowl of fried noodles, and Jia Ping'an threatened: "Get angry!"

"I won't have a long bubble!" Su He raised his head, looking invincible as a young and beautiful girl.

"Then try it."

A bowl of fried noodles, added soup and stirred into a paste. Su He took two bites and his eyes turned around, "Husband, let's practice dual cultivation!"

"I don't care." Jia Ping'an had a stern face.

Wei Wushuang stared at him, "I wasted food, and it was struck by lightning!"

Su He had a bitter face, "It's really not delicious."

In the end, Jia Ping'an ate this bowl of fried noodles, and the dishes were still good.

"What did your husband do this?"

In the past, whenever Jia Ping'an entered the kitchen, what he would definitely produce was delicious food.

"Most of the military rations in the army were wheat rice. I was wondering, how about using this?"

Wei Wushuang took a bite and frowned slightly, "The taste... is not outstanding, but it is above the sky and the earth than the rice."

Su He's eyes lit up, "Is this my husband benefiting the soldiers in the army?"

"It's almost the same."

There is also dry rice in the army, but the taste is just that.

The next day, Jia Ping'an set off with a bag of fried noodles on his back.

"Wuyang Hou is going to go far?"

I met an acquaintance on the way, but when I saw him, I thought I was going to go out.

He went straight to Zuowei, and Cheng Zhijie's roar came.

"You must be ruthless in your training. Now you are not ruthless. If you go to the battlefield, you have to fill it with your life!"

"Who dares to be lazy, I have to blame you!"

"Receive the order!"

A group of generals responded to the promise and then came out one after another.

Is it bad to be murderous in the early morning?

Jia Ping'an felt very comfortable.

There is nothing more pleasant than seeing your own army shining.

The generals nodded slightly when they saw him.

Jia Ping'an quickly bowed.

"Xiao Jia."

When Cheng Zhijie came out, he saw him carrying a long bag on his back and asked, "Is he being exiled? Come and say goodbye to me?"

Although the old hooligan is not very capable of speaking slutty, his ability to run is excellent.

"Duke Lu, please come here."

"Why?" Cheng Zhijie looked at him, "What did he find?"

The old coaches are busy with their affairs, so who is embarrassed to invite them to come if there is no big deal?

Jia Ping'an untied the cloth bag and let out a bang.

Cheng Zhijie sniffed, "What's the smell? Why does it seem like it's a little muddy?"

Jia Ping'an opened one end and said, "Duke Lu tastes it."

"What? It's not showing off!" Cheng Zhijie grabbed a handful of people and was about to stuff them into his mouth. Jia Ping'an was scared and urinated, "Duke Lu, there are too many."

If this is a lot of work, Lao Cheng will definitely choke. If he can't get it back in one breath, Jia Ping'an will have to apologize for his death.

Every old general is the Dinghai Sword of the Tang Dynasty. With them, the Tang Dynasty can be calm and confident in the situation surrounded by great enemies. Death is like an earthquake.

"Is this evil?" Cheng Zhijie put some back, then stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"Um!"

He looked up suddenly, "What is this?"

“Cooked noodles!”

“How long can it be stored?”

"Long time...long time."

As long as you don't get into the weather, this thing can be stored for a long time.

Cheng Zhijie swallowed the fried noodles and grabbed another handful and ate it slowly.

Old Cheng stood up suddenly.

Those eyes were staring into camel bells, no, it was a wind chime, it wasn't right...

Jia Ping'an had never seen Cheng Zhijie like this before, and he had some false fire.
To be continued...