The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Yu Wenjie is particularly irritable now.

Prince Liuyang has already ascended the throne. The longer we wait, the slimmer our chances of returning to Kyoto will be.

Yu Wenjie looked at his former military advisor, now Prime Minister Zhao Jingyan, who was completely unable to control his emotions. He slammed the table and roared:

"Then Liuyang Prince Yuwen Yong has already ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor! Do I have to wait until he is firmly on the throne before I attack?"

Yu Wenjie was filled with regret. If he had acted decisively at the beginning, perhaps he could have avoided the current predicament. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his heart was filled with unspeakable depression.

Prime Minister Zhao Jingyan is an old man from Yanghu. His face is covered with deep wrinkles, as if the traces of time have left marks on his face.

His eyebrows were thick and messy, covering his eyes like two dark clouds, revealing a deep and mysterious aura.

Although his eyes are small, they reveal a keen wisdom and insight, as if they can see through a person's surface into his inner heart.

His nose is tall and sharp, standing abruptly on his face like a sword, giving people a feeling of firmness and decisiveness.

His lips were thin and tightly closed, revealing a taciturn character. His hair was sparse and messy, sticking to his scalp like a withered grass, revealing an air of aging and fatigue.

How should I put it? In this year, Zhao Jingrong wanted to resign from the position of prime minister more than once. Zhao Jingrong really felt that being prime minister for Yu Wenjie was too hard.

Unfortunately, it is easy to get on board but hard to get off. It is difficult to get out now!

Zhao Jingyan sighed in his heart, but had to persuade him dutifully:

"Your Majesty, please calm down. I understand that you are eager to regain the throne, but it is really not a wise move to attack the capital at this time!"

"What do you mean?"

Yuwen Jie looked at Zhao Jingyan coldly. Ever since this old man became the prime minister, he seemed to be doing things less and less to his satisfaction.

Zhao Jingrong looked at the murderous intent that flashed across Yuwenjie's eyes, and his heart was filled with bitterness. Yuwenjie was really becoming more and more dissatisfied with him.

Unfortunately, Zhao Jingrong had to persuade Yuwen Jie seriously. He was already on the boat and naturally didn't want it to capsize.

"Your Majesty, before the troops move, the food and fodder must go first. If we want to fight, we must ensure that the soldiers have enough food supply. But now our supplies are insufficient and it is difficult to support a large-scale war."

"Humph! Can't we rob along the way? As long as we have enough soldiers, it doesn't matter if we don't have enough food? Three against one can always win, right?"

Zhao Jingyan swallowed hard, stared at Yu Wenjie's increasingly dark face, and continued to persuade him:

"Even if we can fill the battlefield with a large number of lives, if the soldiers don't have enough food, how can they fight? They will probably fall down if someone pushes them."

Prime Minister Zhao Jingrong secretly groaned in his heart. Yuwen Jie was really getting more and more impatient.

Always plan carefully before taking action!

When training soldiers, 80% of them are new recruits, and the key is that they are all exploited civilians. How can they have fighting capacity?

snort!

Yuwen Jie didn't want to care what Zhao Jingrong thought. He only knew that Zhao Jingrong held the position of prime minister but was making excuses and had no desire to fight.

Su Xiaoya used her spiritual sense to sweep around and happened to hear the conversation between Yu Wenjie and Zhao Jingyan. Her face instantly turned as black as ink.

This Yuwen Jie really doesn't treat ordinary people as human beings.

snort!

Let the two of them be arrogant for a while. They still need to meet with the head of the Wu Ma family first to find out everything about Yu Wenjie.

Whether he lives or dies depends on what Yu Wenjie does in his daily life!

Seeing Su Xiaoya was furious, Yu Shuheng naturally knew what Su Xiaoya was angry about. However, this was too emotional, so Yu Shuheng simply pointed at the small vendors on both sides and explained to Su Xiaoya some of the legends he knew, so as to divert Su Xiaoya's mental energy.

"This Dandan noodles is quite delicious. Xiaoya, let me tell you, this Dandan noodles is a traditional noodle dish in Sichuan Province of Blue Star. Do you know how it got its name?"

Su Xiaoya knew that Yu Shuheng had good intentions, so she naturally cooperated. After all, they were still a few streets away from the Wu Ma family's mansion.

"Its name couldn't possibly come from the small vendor who sold noodles on a shoulder pole, right?"

Uh!

Damn intuition.

Su Xiaoya looked at Yu Shuheng's indescribable expression and found that she was 99% right when she made a casual remark.

This?

No way!

"Ahem!" Yu Shuheng cleared his throat and continued to explain, but his sense of accomplishment was still a little discounted. "Congratulations, you got it right."

Yu Shuheng led the horse and walked side by side with Su Xiaoya, while explaining the stories he had heard in detail. After leaving Blue Star for 100,000 years, the content of these stories became clearer and clearer in his mind.

According to legend, in a small county town in the Qing Dynasty, there was a porter named Chen Baobao who sold noodles on the street every day with a load on his shoulder.

On one end of his shoulder pole he carried a small stove and some tableware, and on the other end he carried some noodles and seasonings.

His noodles are very delicious, the noodles are thin and thin, the gravy is crispy, salty, fresh and slightly spicy, the aroma is tangy and very tasty.

One day, Chen Baobao was selling noodles on the street with a load on his shoulder when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves.

He looked up and saw a group of horsemen coming towards him. He was nervous, thinking that they were coming to steal his load. But when they came to him, they dismounted and bought a few bowls of noodles from him.

Chen Baobao was very happy. He served the noodles to these people. After they finished eating, they all praised his noodles for being delicious.

One of them asked Chen Baobao: "What is the name of your side?"

Chen Baobao said: "This is the noodles I made myself, it doesn't have a name yet."

The man said, "Your noodles are so delicious, they should have a nice name."

Chen Baobao was also a smart man. It was common for customers to praise his noodles, but this was the first time that he specifically asked for the name of his noodles. It seemed that he had met a learned person, so he immediately asked:

"Then please give it a name."

The man thought for a moment and said, "You sell these noodles by carrying them on a pole, so let's call them Dandan noodles."

Chen Baobao was very happy. This is really a very descriptive name. It is descriptive, nice to hear, and easy to remember. Chen Baobao immediately said, "Okay, this name is good."

From then on, Dandan noodles had its own name.

"Sure enough, fate is everywhere."

Su Xiaoya teased, and her expression became better. She thought the person who named Dandan noodles was some extraordinary person? It turned out to be just an ordinary person.

But this is closer to life.

When Yu Shuheng saw that Su Xiaoya looked much better, he immediately pointed to the Huang Ji Bobo Chicken next to him and continued explaining.

There is no other way, the only thing that cannot be missed is the delicious food!

According to legend, Bobo Chicken originated in the late Qing Dynasty, when the country was in turmoil and social order was in chaos.

However, in this turbulent era, a mouth-watering delicacy was born - Bobo Chicken.

It is said that in Leshan City, Sichuan, there was a man named Chen Shan. He was originally an ordinary chef, but due to life pressure, he had to set up a small stall on the streets of Chengdu to sell cold chicken for a living.

At first, his business was not going well because although his cold chicken tasted good, it lacked characteristics and it was difficult to attract more customers.

Faced with difficulties, Chen Shan did not get discouraged, but actively thought about how to improve his dishes.

Finally, he came up with a brilliant idea: cut the chicken into small pieces, string them with bamboo sticks, and then soak them in a special sauce. In this way, the chicken can better absorb the flavor of the sauce and taste more tender and juicy.

Therefore, Chen Shan began to try to make this new cold chicken, and placed some small bamboo baskets and seasoning bowls in front of the stall. Customers can choose different seasonings according to their tastes and dip the skewers in them to eat.

This novel way of eating immediately aroused people's interest, and many people were attracted by the unique taste.

As time went by, Chen Shan became more and more famous, and his cold chicken gradually became a beautiful landscape on the streets of Chengdu.

People raved about this delicacy, and Chen Shan successfully changed his destiny with this dish.

Suck!

Su Xiaoya only felt her saliva secretion was vigorous.

Listening to Yu Shuheng's explanation, Su Xiaoya, a glutton, really needed a lot of willpower to restrain herself from eating.

After all, the most important thing now is to meet the head of the Wu Ma family.

There is no way. When we were in Blue Star, Bobo Chicken was very popular. It has long become one of the traditional famous snacks in Sichuan and is deeply loved by diners.

"Well, from ancient times to the present, the Chinese people's unique pursuit and innovative spirit for food are truly amazing! No wonder I love food so much."

Puff, ha, cough cough...

Yu Shuheng was almost amused by Su Xiaoya, but when he saw Su Xiaoya rolling her eyes and trying to save face, he suppressed his smile out of a strong desire to survive.

Yu Shuheng touched his nose, cleared his throat, and hurried to finish, otherwise, Yu Shuheng was afraid that his saliva would flow out!

Later, Chen Shan brought this practice back to Leshan and added more spices and seasonings to the sauce to make it taste richer.

Because this cold chicken is served in a bowl, people affectionately call it "Bobo Chicken".

As time went by, Bobo Chicken gradually became a specialty food in Leshan and spread to all parts of Sichuan. Today, Bobo Chicken has become a very popular snack, not only in Sichuan, but also all over the country.

"That's right. When my classmates and I went to Kuanzhai Alley to play, we specially tried Bobo Chicken. But my favorite is the Three Big Cannons."

Su Xiaoya was savoring the food now. If she had the chance to travel back in time, she would definitely go to Kuanzhai Alley to eat her fill.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hearing this, Yu Shuheng couldn't help laughing: "Haha, it seems that you are impressed by the food in Chengdu! However, in addition to Kuanzhai Alley, there are many other places where you can taste the authentic Chengdu flavor."

Su Xiaoya asked curiously, "Really? Where else? I only stayed there for two days and one night, so time was a bit tight."

Yu Shuheng had been there with his parents for several days during the summer vacation, so he naturally knew more. Now he was showing off:

"For example, there are many special snacks in places like Jinli and Chunxi Road. Of course, if you want to try something more authentic, you can also go to some small streets and alleys frequented by locals. The taste there will definitely leave you with an unforgettable aftertaste."

Su Xiaoya nodded excitedly: "Okay, when we get back, I must go there again. By the way, speaking of Kuanzhai Alley, I also saw the live production of the Three Big Cannons!"

Yu Shuheng asked in surprise: "Did you also go to see the live production of the Three Cannons?"

Su Xiaoya said proudly: "Yes, the shopkeeper swung the gong very loudly, and many people gathered to watch."

Yu Shuheng also had a deep memory and smiled as he continued: "'Three Big Cannons' is a traditional Sichuan snack. There is a legend about its origin."

It is said that in the past, shop owners who sold this kind of snack always carried a load on their shoulders and walked through the streets, beating gongs and drums to attract customers while making snacks.

Because they throw glutinous rice balls onto the gong to make three loud bangs, it is called the "Three Big Cannons".

Although people no longer carry loads on their shoulders, the name is still used today.

Su Xiaoya listened with great interest: "So that's how it is, it feels very interesting! No wonder the sound of the three cannons can be heard half a street away, after all this time, it really is to attract customers and talents!"

Su Xiaoya's confusion was finally resolved. At first, she thought it was a modern propaganda method, but she didn't expect that the ancients had already done this. "Well! The three cannons are worthy of their reputation. The glutinous rice dumplings are fragrant and sticky, really delicious."

Yu Shuheng nodded in agreement: "Yes, Chengdu's food culture is very rich and colorful, and every snack has a unique history and story."

Yu Shuheng made another twist as he was talking, "Xiao Ya, who discovered these three delicious and interesting cannons?"

"Isn't it just word of mouth?"

According to legend, in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a scholar named Li Diaoyuan who loved to taste all kinds of food.

Once, he found a special snack on the street. It consisted of three glutinous rice balls, each of which was coated with brown sugar and placed on a plate filled with soybean powder.

Li Diaoyuan was very interested in this snack. He asked the stall owner what it was and the stall owner told him it was "Three Big Cannons".

Li Diaoyuan thought the name was interesting, so he bought one to taste.

When he took the first bite, he felt the softness of the glutinous rice balls and the sweetness of the brown sugar, which made him very satisfied. He continued to taste the second and third bites, and each bite made him feel a different taste and texture.

Li Diaoyuan was full of praise for this snack, and he decided to introduce it to more people. He bought the recipe of "Three Cannons" and sorted out the production method. In order to let more people eat this delicacy, he vigorously promoted it, told more stall owners, and encouraged them to continue selling this snack on the street.

The stall owners were very grateful for Li Diaoyuan’s help, and they decided to pass on the production method of the “Three Big Cannons” and teach more people.

From then on, the "Three Big Cannons" became a traditional Sichuan snack and was deeply loved by people.

After listening to Yu Shuheng's explanation, Su Xiaoya couldn't help but admire Li Diaoyuan. "Well! This Li Diaoyuan is a qualified gourmet."