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Chapter 294 True Divine Weapon

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    Zhu Houzhao is most interested in French fries.

    ?? Take out the potato strips that have been stewed for seven to eight minutes, put them into clean water, then add oil to the pot, and then throw the potato strips in. After a while, a strong fragrance will spread.

    When the cook took out the golden fries, Zhu Houzhao didn't mind it being too hot. He took one, grinned and blew on the fries, and then bit off a piece.

    Fragrant and crispy!

    It tastes good!

    "It's delicious! Come and try it, come and taste it, it's delicious." Zhu Houzhao said as he ate, regardless of the greasiness in his hands, with an excited look on his face.

    Fang Jifan took a bite and found that the taste was much different from that of later generations. Later generations would soak potato strips in milk to make the taste stronger. This well, it's actually pretty good. After all, in this era, it's quite popular.  The taste is gone.

    Next, there is the legendary staple food of Westerners, mashed potatoes.

    A large pile of mud was brought up, with two green onions on top.

    The reason why two green onions were added is because Fang Jifan wanted to add a little Chineseness to this authentic Western staple food. Well, to be more precise, it should be the characteristics of Shandong.

    Zhu Houzhao looked at the mashed potatoes with suspicion and said: "This is"

    "This is potato rice." Fang Jifan decided to call it 'rice', because this thing can really satisfy one's hunger and basically ensure a person's nutritional intake.

    Zhu Houzhao smelled it and found that it tasted pretty good, so he carefully took a bite with chopsticksand then fell silent.

    Zhang Xin stood aside and carefully observed Zhu Houzhao's expression.

    Zhu Houzhao frowned and said, "It's not delicious. It tastes a little weird."

    Fang Jifan smiled and said: "I know you will think the taste is a bit weird, but the taste can be improved. Then add some other things to it, and it will taste delicious. At least it can fill your stomach."

    Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but said: "But it's really not delicious."

    This guy is a bully.

    Fang Jifan took a deep breath, it seemed that he couldn't do it without using bigger tricks.

    So Fang Jifan whispered instructions to Yang Rang, the commander-in-chief on the side. Yang Rang understood and left in a hurry.

    After a long time, Yang Rang rushed back out of breath, holding a food box in his hand. His fat body ran in a strange posture, which made him look particularly funny.

    He gasped and said, "I got this from a nearby village. It's not easy"

    Fang Jifan glanced at him, took the food box, ordered someone to get the bowl, and then poured all the contents of the food box into the bowl.

    This is¡­¡­

    Zhu Houzhao stared at the contents of the bowl steadily.

    Porridge?

    This is indeed porridge, and it is also yellow rice porridge.

    Looking at the quality of the rice alone, it couldn¡¯t be worse.

    Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with a meaningful smile and said, "Your Highness, try this first."

    Zhu Houzhao looked at the contents of the bowl with suspicious eyes and said, "Is this edible?"

    Fang Jifan almost rolled his eyes and said: "Of course this is edible. Eighty percent of the people in the Ming Dynasty used this to fill their stomachs. Your Highness must be thinking, shouldn't the porridge that the people drink should be white and tender? This is just  His Highness has just an illusion that he has stayed in Xishan for a long time. In Xishan, you can see that the people here are poor, but in the Ming Dynasty, this is already the Jiangnan area in the Gyeonggi area. The rice here is white, and the porridge is also white, even steamed rice.  The cake also has a delicious and greasy aroma, but does Your Highness really think that the porridge that people in the world eat is the same as the porridge that people in Xishan eat? Do you think that the rice that people in the world eat is the same as the rice that people in Xishan eat?  "

    "Your Highness, do you know why people in Xishan are respectful and grateful to call you benefactor when they see you and me? This is because only in Xishan, ordinary people can have white things to eat. And this  The porridge was bought from a village a few miles away. Your Highness will taste it first and you will know the difference between Xishan and them."

    Zhu Houzhao looked down at the porridge again and couldn't help but laugh: "What's the point? I've never suffered anything."

    He was very angry. He sat down and took the chopsticks directly. The porridge did not have the aroma of ordinary porridge water. It looked very strange. It was yellowish and yellow. There seemed to be a little bit of unpeeled grain in it. It was very fine and not like ordinary white rice at all.  It's full and as fine as grains of sand, but in fact, there is really sand in it!

    "Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but said: "These people are so lazy, they don't even wash rice. Look, there is sand on it, so they are not afraid of teeth.If you are lucky enough to be one of the new ones, you will be happy even if you are a ghost.

    Zhu Houzhao whistled: "Let's go."

    "Your Highness, walk slowly."

    Zhu Houzhao was unwilling to give in. He walked a few steps and came back: "Put the potato chips in a bowl and I'll take them back to eat."

    "He's talking about French fries."

    Fang Jifan did not forget to say: "Your Highness, you must remember that it will definitely be cold when you take it back. You have to fry it again to make it delicious and fragrant."

    Yang Rang and others hurriedly took the lotus leaves, wrapped a large portion of French fries, rolled them up and tied them up. Zhu Houzhao carried them and glanced at the hot and sour potato shreds and potato-roasted beef on the table with some reluctance, but he was very dissatisfied.  He burped again in an upbeat manner, and this time, he really left.

    Zhang Xin was too embarrassed to go to the table and eat with Fang Jifan. He felt ashamed. After all, he had been in the fields all year round, and his whole body was smelling of earth. It showed that Fang Jifan enjoyed eating. His Royal Highness was actually full after eating mashed potatoes, and the taste was better than that of ordinary people.  The yellow rice porridge was much better, and a big stone fell in his heart. Finally his efforts were not in vain.

    He couldn¡¯t help but wonder, what¡¯s the yield per acre of potatoes grown densely?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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