Just as Zhao Yun brought his troops to Pingyang, Fei Qian was in Pingyang's backyard and looked at the dishes brought by Huang Yueying, and couldn't help but wonder.

Well, it's not that the dishes are bad, but that they are quite good.

On the table, there was a staple food, a meat soup, and a vegetable. Although the style was not large, the quantity was quite large. I don’t know why, maybe it was because of the more marching and fighting, Fei Qian had less scholarly temperament, but increased his blood and courage. Even the food in the Han Dynasty seemed to have been cultivated. In later generations, Fei Qian had almost finished eating a small bowl of rice, but now, it was only after eating seven or eight big buns that felt a little full.

Today's staple food is buns. Although it is not like the white wheat flour added with bleach in later generations, it is also exquisite and compact. Just looking at the flat surface, you can tell that the wheat used to make buns will only have such delicate powder after many screening and grinding.

Let’s look at this meat soup again. It’s already considered Huang’s signature dish. Although Fei Qian has eaten it many times, I think Huang Yueying is indeed doing well. At least it does not have the excessive fishy smell of most of the dishes mainly made of mutton in the Han Dynasty. Instead, it highlights the deliciousness of mutton and is indeed delicious.

There is also the green oats on the side, cut them finely and marinated in sauce to taste. Although they are not stir-fried on high heat like in later generations, they are also refreshing and delicious.

Whether it is the staple food or the soup dishes, they are very good, but Huang Yueying, who is getting better and better in cooking, or Huang Yueying, who Fei Qian knows...

"Eat it, my husband, it will be cold if you don't eat it..."

Huang Yueying sat opposite Fei Qian, holding her cheeks and squinting her eyes, curling like a crescent moon, watching Fei Qian eat with relish. It seemed that Fei Qian would eat like this, which was more delicious than she herself, and she would be happy.

“…Is it delicious?”

Fei Qian stuffed the mutton bun into his mouth in three mouthfuls, but didn't say anything, but just nodded with his cheeks, indicating that it tasted good.

As he had been leading troops to fight, Fei Qian's eating pattern changed his original habit. Now he was just eating voraciously. As later generations said, chewing slowly is good for the body and is beneficial to the digestion of the stomach and intestines, etc., and they were basically thrown aside.

When fighting in the marching, sometimes there is a tent in the wild to keep warm, dishes, haha, there are no decent dishes. Basically, they are a large bowl of coarse rice, and then jerky meat and wild vegetables. For such a simple meal, you must eat faster, otherwise it will be colder and colder, making it even harder to swallow.

Like a whirlwind, Fei Qian swept the food on the table clean, and then burped a big burp indecently, which caused Huang Yueying to burst out laughing, then turned her shiny black eyes and said with a smile: "Hehe, my husband... Now he is also 'Bo Xixi'..."

Fei Qian looked at Huang Yueying, and when Xiao Modou took down the tableware, he waved to Huang Yueying and signaled Huang Yueying to get closer.

Huang Yueying was unsure, so she leaned over to Fei Qian, but Fei accidentally reached out to her and reached out to her forehead and banged her head.

"Oh!"

Fei Qian didn't use much strength. Although it didn't hurt very much, Huang Yueying was shocked by a sudden bang. He quickly covered his head with his hands and screamed.

Fei Qian smiled and said, "Now you have grown your skills, you're here to tease me..."

"...Where is it...I don't mean you are 'Jie Xi of the country, the leader of the king'..." Although Huang Yueying said while distinguishing, she could see that she was still a little guilty.

"What about the next sentence? It means I'm 'Feepeng Wu'?" Fei Qian smiled and said to Huang Yueying. Normally, Feipeng Wu's ointment means that the woman in the family is waiting for her husband to return on the war, so she has no intention of dressing up. But now that Fei Qian has returned, Huang Yueying is dressing up now, so she has to understand it in reverse, not to mention that the word "公" means leaving and also means bravery. Of course, the brave people are not elegant enough.

"...No..." Huang Yueying rolled her eyes and denied it flatly, "...I, I just think the husband is amazing. Recover Yinshan, and the heroes of the country..."

Fei Qian smiled and ignored it, then paused for a while before saying, "Yueying, why haven't you seen you make any equipment or something in the past two days? Is it because you are busy making soup for me every time?"

"Ah? Do you don't like the soup I make? Is it not good for me to make?" Huang Yueying opened her eyes wide, a little surprised, and looked at Fei Qian with some concern.

Fei Qian shook his head and said, "No, I like it, it's delicious, but... I remember you also like to tinker with some equipment and so on... Haven't you made it now?"

Huang Yueying patted her chest gently, as if she was relieved, and then said, "...I was shocked... Is there any equipment? There are also equipment, but now that Lang Jun is back, he naturally needs to make more food... and, always making equipment, it seems... well, it doesn't seem very good..."

As he spoke, Huang Yueying lowered her head slightly and her voice became smaller and smaller.

Fei Qian was stunned for a moment, then sighed, reached out to hold Huang Yueying's hand and held it in his hand. Huang Yueying's hand was slender, long and well-proportioned, and her skin was also delicate. But I don't know if it was because of the soup of plain hands or because of the equipment making, the fingertips looked a little rough, and there were some places where I felt that there seemed to be a little calluse.

In the history that Fei Qian originally knew, Huang Yueying married Zhuge, and there were not many figures left in various biographies. Fei Qian naturally didn’t know what the relationship between Huang Yueying and Zhuge in history, nor did he know what role Zhuge, who devoted his efforts to Shu Kingdom, played in his family.

But one thing is obvious. Zhuge married Huang Yueying, the most important thing is definitely not because he was attracted by Huang Yueying's appearance or talent, but because of the network of the Jingxiang gentry represented by Huang Yueying.

Although I do not deny that Fei Qian had the same idea when he married Huang Yueying, after spending a period of time with Huang Yueying, Fei Qian also deeply felt Huang Yueying's kind heart and the tenderness that was inadvertently revealed.

"Thank you..." Fei Qian looked at Huang Yueying's eyes, who was a little shy and said seriously, "Yueying, whether you like to make soup or equipment, it's fine. The most important thing is, don't be wronged, don't care about the words of mediocre people, do you understand? I hope you can be happy every day, it's you... In my impression, the one who dares to grab the Shiyuan balance is full of vitality Huang Yueying..."

"Puchi!" Huang Yueying couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but say angrily, "Ah, my husband... this matter is not allowed to be mentioned again..." Although Huang Yueying turned her face and pouted slightly to express her dissatisfaction, she still held Fei Qianshou tightly...
Chapter completed!