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reality.

hotel.

Luo Li and Li Man had already settled down in the hotel. After a short rest, they went out without stopping.

Before going out, Luo Li started a live broadcast. The ancient people who were looking forward to it were like locusts rushing into a cornfield. The live broadcast room was instantly filled with people.

"Hello! Hello everyone!" Luo Li's voice came through the screen, carrying a hint of excitement and anticipation.

"After a long drive, we finally arrived in Chang'an City. We plan to get something to eat first to fill our stomachs, and then have a big meal in the Tang Dynasty City that never sleeps!"

The Tang Dynasty City That Never Sleeps?

Hearing these words, the ancient people of the prosperous Tang Dynasty all became interested. In their time, Chang'an was a holy place yearned for by countless people, a place they dreamed of but could not reach.

But now, they can get a glimpse of Chang'an a thousand years later. How can they not be excited?

People living in Chang'an are more interested in the three words "the city that never sleeps". There is a curfew in Chang'an City, and the curfew is only lifted on a few festivals such as the Lantern Festival.

Chang'an at that time was brightly lit, and the singing, dancing and aroma of wine were interwoven into a moving picture. They really wanted to see which was better, the Chang'an at that time or the so-called "city that never sleeps" in later generations.

In the imperial palace during the Zhenguan period.

Li Shimin ordered the eunuch, "Go, quickly send someone to invite all the civil and military officials to the palace. I want to hold a banquet and enjoy Chang'an with them a thousand years later."

Seeing the eunuch accept the order and leave the hall, Wei Zheng muttered inwardly: "What a farce to share the future Chang'an together. Your Majesty just wants to take this opportunity to extort money from the ministers."

Just now, Li Shimin had hinted, no, almost explicitly told him and Changsun Wuji that he hoped they could take the lead in raising funds for the research and development projects.

This was a thankless job that offended people, so the two of them were unwilling to do it. They decisively pretended to be stupid, which made Li Shimin so angry that he left them alone for nearly two hours.

Now it seems that Li Shimin has decided to take action personally, using the banquet as an excuse to raise funds.

"Your Majesty, since it is a grand banquet, I would like to go back home and make some preparations first." Changsun Wuji said as he bowed, trying to find an excuse to get away.

"Your Majesty, I also need to prepare." Wei Zheng also echoed and saluted.

"Prepare? Why go to so much trouble? It's just a meal." Li Shimin waved his hand and directly rejected their request.

What a joke, he made dumplings just for this little vinegar. If he lets them go back, wouldn’t it be a waste of the guest’s invitation?

"Kechen..."

"Okay, what's a minister? I have already notified Guanyin to come over. You and your sister haven't seen each other for a long time." Li Shimin directly interrupted Changsun Wuji's spell and gave an excuse that he could not refuse.

"Nachen..."

Wei Zheng was about to say something else when Li Shimin interrupted him in time: "I have ordered Cheng Qian to come here. I have always intended for him to worship you as his master. Today is a good opportunity for you two to cultivate your relationship in advance. Xuancheng, how can you be absent at this moment?"

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the hall, and several figures entered the hall one after another.

They are Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Cheng Yaojin and Qin Qiong.

Wei Zheng: "..."

Zhang Sun Wuji: “…”

They really didn't expect that His Majesty would invite these people in advance. It seems that His Majesty is determined to use their prestige to influence other civil and military officials.

Just imagine, when all the civil and military officials arrived, and saw that these big shots who usually appeared last were already seated, would they think that they were plotting something?

If Li Shimin brought up the issue of fundraising again at this time and revealed that Yuchi Jingde had already generously donated money, what would others think?

I just wonder why these bastards don’t just die!

Alas, it seems there is no way to avoid it!

At the other end of the sky, Luo Li had already arrived at the small shop where she was tasting delicious food.

At this moment, she was visibly excited as she was about to eat the delicious food. Her big eyes were flashing with "greed" for the delicious food. She stared at the food on the counter and swallowed her saliva from time to time.

"I'm sure you're all curious about what we're eating, right? I'll keep it a secret for now and not tell you directly, but I can reveal one thing: it's a bit like a hamburger!" Luo Li said mischievously.

"What buns? Are there any famous buns in Chang'an?"

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was bruised and battered on the other side of the sky, looked confused and turned to Zhu Biao for answers.

Zhu Biao saw Zhu Yuanzhang's painted face and tried to suppress his smile and replied, "Father, I don't know either, but I think it must be a kind of steamed bun."

"Forget it, let's keep watching." Zhu Yuanzhang said discouragedly when he saw that his eldest son didn't feel sorry for him at all.

At this time, Li Man took over the conversation and said nonsense in a serious tone: "What do you mean by hamburgers? They obviously copied our Roujiamo. Many, many years ago, a foreign chef came all the way to Chang'an and accidentally ate Roujiamo. From then on, he had a light in his heart and was determined to let the people in his hometown eat such delicious food. So he returned to his hometown and invented the hamburger overnight."

Luo Li knew that most of her viewers were history enthusiasts, and was worried that they would really believe Li Man's nonsense, so she quickly clarified: "Don't believe it! This is her own fabrication, it's considered a new generation of unofficial history, everyone just listen for fun!"

"How can it be made up? Listen to the name, 'Han' burger. The word 'Han', isn't that enough to explain its place of origin?" Li Man was still making up stories.

At this time, the roujiamo they ordered was just ready. The aunt came over with a tray and carefully pointed out the various condiments one by one.

"Hey, why are there no green peppers and braised eggs? The roujiamo I've eaten before all had these two things." Luo Li looked at the slightly "plain" roujiamo and asked a soul-searching question.

It seemed that this was not the first time that the aunt had heard such a question. She replied without hesitation: "Qin Shi Huang stipulated that the roujiamo in Chang'an could not be added with green peppers, let alone braised eggs."

"???"

Ying Zheng in front of the sky had a face full of question marks.

Has he ever issued such an order?

Luo Li was somewhat helpless: "Okay... okay."

The uncle at another table gave an explanation: "Child, the reason for adding green peppers to Roujiamo is probably because the gravy is not cooked well enough and tastes greasy, or the meat is not fresh enough, so we need to add more ingredients to cover up the bad taste."

"Of course, it is not ruled out that different places have different ways of making this thing. As long as it suits your personal taste, you don't need to listen to what others say."

"Fuck your mother's fart!"

Suddenly, the manager of the kitchen came out, muttering as he walked: "Old Liu, you only know how to fart. Last time I told him to learn from others and add some green peppers to the roujiamo, you blocked my door and scolded me for half an hour. Now you are pretending to be a good person in front of the children, right?"

Hearing this, Old Liu was speechless for a moment, and finally could only mutter: "I'm doing this for your own good, you can't add green peppers anyway! Your wife said that this was stipulated by Qin Shihuang back then."

"Forget it. There was no Roujiamo back then. It was good enough to have some meat to eat."

Qin Dynasty.

When Ying Zheng heard this, he immediately became unhappy.

He never said this, but it cannot be said that there was no roujiamo in his Great Qin. This food has existed since the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is just a bun with meat in it. How could there not be one in his Great Qin?

Not only is it available, but you can put whatever you want in it, even eggs!

At this time, Luo Li placed the phone vertically next to the tissue box, the angle was just enough to fit her whole body.

She picked up a roujiamo that was about the size of her palm and showed it off in front of the camera.

Through the camera of mobile phones, ancient people could clearly see the slightly burnt golden color of the steamed bun skin and the oily luster of the meat filling.

Then, Luo Li took a big bite with such great force that her delicate and elegant facial features were twisted together.

Ying Zheng: "..."

What’s the big deal? It’s just a roujiamo.

Just as he thought of this, he heard a crisp "crunch!" sound, and Luo Li's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had discovered some treasure. After chewing it in big mouthfuls, he swallowed it hard and sighed with satisfaction.

"This is a high-quality roujiamo. Look at the steamed bun skin, tiger back, iron ring, and chrysanthemum core. Look at the meat. The fat-to-lean ratio is just right. It retains the refreshing fiber texture of lean meat without the greasiness caused by excessive fat. It is perfect."

Luo Li's description and her expression conveyed this satisfaction and happiness to every ancient person.

Through the sky, they seemed to also feel the rich aroma, the charcoal-like aroma, and the tenderness of the bacon that was fat but not greasy, lean but not dry.

"Oh my god! Great! Really great!" Li Man didn't have as many adjectives as Luo Li, so her evaluation was simple and direct.

The shop owner was delighted by this and boasted, "Just eat it, and don't make a sound. Qin Shi Huang used to eat the roujiamo made by our ancestors, and he couldn't stop eating it. He even had to eat it while reviewing memorials to the emperor."

Ying Zheng: "..."

Ying Zheng couldn't remember how many times he had been speechless during this period of time.

Think about it, he was wearing a majestic dark dragon robe, sitting at the desk, reviewing documents meticulously, and then... he held a roujiamo in his other hand?

Is this reasonable?

Also, just now this old man was slandering that there was no roujiamo in the Great Qin, but in the blink of an eye, his ancestor has become the imperial chef who makes roujiamo, right?

Han Dynasty.

Liu Che felt a little jealous.

Why do these people only mention Qin Shihuang? It is obvious that he also left behind some brilliant achievements in the city of Chang'an.

Why don't you mention him?

Isn't he, the great Emperor Wu of Han, worthy of it?

But you know what, the roujiamo that the later generations ate looked really good, with a golden color and a fragrant aroma, which made him want to eat it.

Thinking of this, he was just about to ask someone to prepare when he saw a gorgeous barrage of bullets appear on the sky.

【Come home with me, my cow will commit suicide: What kind of meat is this? It shouldn’t be mutton. 】

Luo Li, who was enjoying her meal, saw this comment, stopped what she was doing, wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, "Of course it's not mutton, it's pork. Mutton roujiamo should be more common in Yinchuan."

pork?

Cheng Yaojin was a little surprised.

He was considered an old gourmet and had eaten almost all kinds of meat, especially beef and mutton, so he could tell at a glance that the meat Luo Li ate was not the mutton that people in the Tang Dynasty commonly ate, but he never expected it to be cheap meat.

How could it be cheap meat? Cheap meat is obviously sour and smelly, so why does Miss Luo eat it so deliciously?

Just when he wanted to continue asking, he heard Luo Li continue: "Today's comments are all very strange, except for yours. Everyone else is pretending to be an ancient person, asking me how I can come to the modern world."

"What the hell is going on here, Tang Bai Yueguang, stop spamming. Aren't you tired of spamming more than 20 comments pretending to be Li Shimin? Why don't you just say you are Qin Shi Huang and let me give you money?"

Tang Dynasty.

Everyone looked at Li Shimin, who was criticized by name, with their eyes full of gloating.

"Ahem! This is all for the good of our Tang Dynasty." Li Shimin coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.