Chapter 244 Shabu-shabu mutton
The mutton roll is crystal clear and moderately fat and thin. There are also ice fragments attached to it, which are obviously just moved out of the frozen warehouse.
Chen Ziqing looked at a large pot of mutton rolls, and the first army commander looked at him and said slowly: "The sheep rushed from Inner Mongolia have lost the smell of mutton after being artificially raised by the farm. Then they slaughtered the sheep and put the processed mutton into the refrigerator. After refrigeration for a night, then cut it. In this way, there will be mutton rolls as thin as cicada wings. While refrigerating, the sour taste of mixed mutton can also be eliminated."
"The clear soup on the left is just a few clear water of green onion and ginger. You Sichuan people love spicy food, so you specially prepared red soup for you, one clear and one red, commonly known as the mandarin duck pot. However, since you want to eat Zhenzong's mutton sauté, clear soup is the most suitable. Before sautéing the mutton roll, put a little mutton tail oil in the soup, and the soup will have a umami flavor and color."
The people of the imperial capital are reflected in the quality of life.
"Ziqing, the soup is ready."
Chen Ziqing nodded with a smile, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating with Yu Luo, Ke Siyun and the other two.
After only three seconds of rolling the mutton into the soup, the first commander signaled Chen Ziqing to take the pot and dip it in the special seasoning. After entering the mouth, the tip of his tongue felt like it was electric shock and it was irresistible.
Deliciousness, the reason why it is delicious is that it can make people remember it very new.
"It's really good." Chen Fa praised from the bottom of his heart.
As a result, while he was talking, Yu Luo and Ke Siyun's second chopsticks were already in the mouth.
Five minutes later, the second commander and his family were taken into the room by the young officer.
"The commander, other commanders, will arrive one after another."
The second army commander Zhao Baichuan, about forty or fifty years old, was not tall, and was visually estimated to be around 1.65 meters away. There was a scar on his left cheek, which was caused by the penetration of the bullet.
The moment Zhao Baichuan stepped into the door, he observed the environment inside the house.
There was the first commander at the dining table, two young men and a woman.
On the way he came, he learned the appearance of the intruder from the young officer, so he recognized Chen Ziqing at a glance.
The Southwest Soldier King, the son of the hunter, now also has the terrifying combat power of his father back then.
"Captain, what's the matter? Do you want to eat mutton hotpot?"
The indoor atmosphere was not relieved by Zhao Baichuan's cold humor, but instead made the atmosphere more solemn.
The first commander smiled gently, but spoke provocatively: "Do you dare to sit down and eat?"
When Zhao Baichuan heard this, he immediately shook his head.
Chen Ziqing's purpose here was to eliminate alienated zombies that might be mixed with senior military officials. Seeing the boy's mutton-snacked appearance, he thought that if he moved his chopsticks, he might be killed by the other party as alienated zombies.
"Chen Ziqing, the person is here, look?" the first commander smiled deeply and said.
"The rain falls." Chen Ziqing didn't raise his head and continued to rinse his mutton rolls.
"They can leave now." Yu Luo replied, unable to stop the chopsticks.
The first army commander was slightly surprised when he heard this. It was over. If you don’t even look at it, can you tell that the other party is an alienated zombie? Is this too arbitrary?
Zhao Lingxiu felt a deep heart, and a guess suddenly emerged in his heart: these three people were not here to check for alienated zombies, but to eat and drink freely to see their eating habits. No, they no longer had their eating habits.
"Then I'm going back and disturbing you all for dinner." Zhao Baichuan felt relieved, and at this moment he felt a sense of decadence passing through the line of life and death.
"Wait!" Chen Ziqing suddenly shouted when Zhao Baichuan was about to turn around and leave.
Under the shouting, Zhao Baichuan's nerves that had just relaxed all over his body tensed up again. He turned around and looked at Chen Ziqing, lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
A touch of solemn flashed across the face of the Zhao granddaughter, the first commander. Could it be that Zhao Baichuan is the mother's blood leech?
"Chief Zhao Jun's family, can there be mutton rolls?"
As soon as this statement was spoken, Zhao Baichuan was amused and crying. He thought the other party wanted to treat him as an alienated zombie, but he never expected that it would be this.
"Yes, when I go back, I will send someone to you."
"Thank you, then." Chen Ziqing smiled harmlessly. If every commander could have mutton rolls, he could eat it open tonight.
"It's just a little bit of the landlord." Zhao Baichuan spread out his palms, clenched into fists, and found that his palms had just been sweating.
Shortly after the Second Army Commander left, the Fourth Army Commander and the Fifth Army Commander arrived one after another.
The fourth army commander, Qian Jin, was forty-four years old, 1.83 meters tall, from Northeast China, with a warlord look on his face.
The fifth commander, Liu Qing, was 49 years old, 1.79 meters tall, from the imperial capital, and looked similar to Secretary Dakang.
The two commanders walked into the room, and their families were waiting in the military compound.
"You can leave too. Of course, if you have mutton rolls at home... you probably won't mind being able to do everything for the landlord!" Yu Luo learned to sell it now, and said while seeing off the guests.
Although he had never fought with the Death Tyrant before, he was probably not an ordinary person to be able to pass through the guns and bullets with Chen Ziqing.
Now, Chen Ziqing seems to be judging alienated zombies through the rain, so it makes people in the room believe that this teenager is also not simple.
"This is not necessary!" Qian Jin spoke with a strong Northeast accent.
As for Liu Qing, a native of the imperial capital, he was in charge of his Beijing accent, "Ter, some masters, wait a moment."
"Thank you." Yu Luo thanked with a smile.
"By the way, Grandpa, don't forget to call the commanders who are hiding. Their current identities may be more suitable for the parasitics of the mother leeches. In the future, there will be sufficient reasons for your hiding actions."
Seeing that the mutton roll was swept away by the wind, Chen Ziqing couldn't help but put down his chopsticks.
The military forces in the imperial capital have long been greatly changed, this is no secret.
The former second commander was not Zhao Baichuan. As for what he was called, Chen Ziqing didn't know. Anyway, he didn't have the three words Zhao Baichuan in his impression.
"I almost forgot about this matter. Spiritual cultivation, you can arrange the following." The first commander's eyes showed a hint of alertness in the slightest sense of his alertness. His alertness was about to approach Chen Ziqing's real purpose for coming here.
The mother's blood leech is just a cover, but in fact his real goal is to rescue other commanders.
From then on, a conspiracy theory paved the way in the mind of the First Army Commander.
Once the army commander is hidden in the snow appears, the savior army incorporated into the imperial capital will naturally be broken into pieces, each returning to his own house and looking for his own mother.
However, once the centralized system collapses, internal turmoil will occur.
At that time, civil strife alone can lead to extinction without waiting for the zombies to attack the city.
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Chen Ziqing is not a god, so he would not know the conspiracy that the first commander had spread. He just noticed the alertness that quickly disappeared in the other party's eyes, which made him confused and curious: "What are the old commander thinking at this moment?"
Chapter completed!