The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

The little guy was so greedy that drool dripped from his mouth. Ying Ji found it amusing and asked Yuan Ge to bring a handkerchief to wipe it off, without making a scene.

Little Fusu was so blushing that he lowered his head to the bottom of the table. Ying Ji urged him to eat quickly.

Seeing that no one was laughing at him, the little guy quickly ate the food, but because he ate too fast and had never eaten spicy food before, his tongue started to throb and he kept coughing.

When Ying Zheng saw Fusu coughing, he rushed forward in two strides. "Ying Ji! What exactly do you want to do? Meng Tian, ​​go and call the doctor."

Ying Ji rolled her eyes at this and said, "I'm eating too, can't you see? It's the child's first time eating it. Just drink more water and he'll be fine."

He said he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, one bite after another, just like a mukbang streamer, which made people's appetites grow.

Ying Ji was overjoyed to eat the spicy hot pot. For the past two days, all her meals had been cooked in a bronze cauldron, and the taste was as bland as water. If she hadn't completed the task today and exchanged for hot pot base, she wouldn't have been able to eat.

Although the hot pot base costs 1 gold coin for 10 packs, it's enough to save her taste buds. She'll take out a portion and have the kitchen research how to replicate it. As for now, she can only eat hot pot.

Meng Tian is still young and not as mature as later generations say. Looking at the delicious food in front of him and the bright red hot oil pot, he almost drooled on his clothes.

When Ying Zheng saw that Fusu had drunk a few sips of water and stopped coughing, he quickly ate mutton, his cheeks bulging. After he finished eating, his little mouth was red, and only then did he belatedly bow to Ying Zheng.

"Greetings, Father. Fusu is fine. My aunt really just invited me to dinner. Please don't blame her."

Ying Zheng felt a pang of embarrassment, but quickly composed himself, sat down at the table, and gestured for Meng Tian to sit down: "Since my elder sister is so kind as to invite me to dinner, I suppose I can have a taste as well."

Ying Jitou kept showing off her food, and without even looking up, she just grunted twice and continued eating the freshly cooked mutton.

Li Yuange quickly prepared the dipping sauce for the two of them. Ying Zheng washed his hands, tasted it, and after taking a bite of mutton, he coughed repeatedly.

Ying Zheng choked so badly that he quickly grabbed a water glass and chugged it down.

But the hot pot tasted really good. After catching my breath, I quickly continued to grab more food.

The vegetables in the pot were tumbling in the red broth. As soon as the ingredients were cooked, they were immediately picked up with chopsticks. Meng Tian didn't even need dipping sauce; he just scooped them out and ate them, slurping and sweating profusely.

After Ying Ji finished eating, she watched as the three of them, like children, frantically fought over the remaining few slices of mutton in the pot.

"If you like it, A-Zheng, I'll bring you a copy."

Ying Zheng looked at the pot and nodded: "Then thank you very much, Sister Wang."

Looking at the vibrant young man before her, Ying Ji couldn't believe that the boy who had fought for a piece of mutton would one day become a powerful overlord who swept across the six kingdoms. Had he not died young, the Qin Dynasty might have truly established a foundation that would last for ten thousand years.

The tenderness in her eyes grew increasingly unrestrained, and even Ying Zheng, who was eating, couldn't ignore it. Seeing Ying Ji smiling as she watched them eat, a touch of warmth swept through Ying Zheng's cold heart.

Perhaps Ying Ji has no ambition to dominate; I hope I'm not just overthinking it.

After enjoying a delicious meal, Ying Zheng left with Fusu, and before leaving, he specially waited for Ying Ji to pack two portions of hot pot base.

Meng Tian dared not accept it and could only take his leave with longing.

When Ying Zheng came out of Yongning Palace, most people had already heard the news. At that moment, Zhao Ji was leaning against Miao Du's chest, eating grapes, the kind that are fresh to eat.

"Tsk, that madman must have something he's got, he even managed to summon Fusu and Ying Zheng."

While kissing Zhao Ji, Miao Du reached under her dress and thrust in and out with one hand.

Thinking of that madman in Yongning Palace, Miao Du's eyes flashed: "Baby, why don't you go and see the King of Qin? I heard that Ying Ji sent some food. Why don't you tamper with it?"

Zhao Ji immediately became excited, "Really? Can it get Ying Zheng to send that madman to the imperial mausoleum?"

Miao Du shook his head: "Ying Ji has elite troops and some unknown trump cards, which my bunch of good-for-nothings can't find out."

I heard a while ago that old man Huayang wanted to deal with Ying Ji, but he didn't make a move. This shows the power behind Ying Ji.

Zhao Ji pouted, her mood not as good as before: "Sigh, since we can't win, what's the point? I'm not going. I'd rather have some fun with you."

Miao Du pressed Zhao Ji down and kneaded her soft flesh wantonly: "Baby, if you can't get rid of her, you can still use eye drops. If once doesn't work, try twice. If you do it too many times, Ying Ji will definitely be in trouble. I heard that the food that madman sent smells amazing, unlike the food in Xianyang. When it comes to strong flavors, Ba County has the best."

Zhao Ji was displeased: "Ying Zheng's temperament is becoming more and more like his great-grandfather, King Zhaoxiang of Qin. Just looking at him makes me feel unlucky."

Miao Du knew how to persuade Zhao Ji, so he tore open her clothes and, listening to the seductive sounds beneath him, they engaged in a frenzied intercourse. In the end, Zhao Ji obediently agreed and took the soup she had "made herself" to Ying Zheng's palace.

As soon as I entered, I was greeted by a strong aroma, and my throat involuntarily twitched as I sat down at the dining table.

When she realized what she had done, she quickly handed the soup from Miao Du's hand to Ying Zheng: "Zheng'er, it's not that your mother is criticizing you, but you didn't know to share such delicious food with your mother."

Ying Zheng looked at his mother, a hint of weariness in his eyes, and rubbed his temples. "It's my fault, Mother. The food was sent by my elder sister."

Zhao Ji's desire to eat immediately diminished by half. Hearing Ying Zheng's changed form of address, she secretly exclaimed in amazement: [This madman has actually managed to win over Ying Zheng; this won't do.]

After thinking for a while, Zhao Ji suddenly came up with a solution: "Zheng'er, it's not that your mother is picky about food, it's just that these ingredients are probably not available in Xianyang. These dishes smell a bit strong, like they come from Ba County (Jiangzhou Chongqing). How did Ying Ji come to have them?"

Ying Zheng stopped eating, looking at the bubbling hot pot in front of him and Ying Ji's natural and habitual way of eating, his expression changed slightly: "Presumably, Princess has her own way of doing things."

Seeing that the way she addressed him had changed instantly, Zhao Ji knew she had gotten what she wanted. She chatted casually with Ying Zheng, enjoyed a delicious meal, offered a few words of comfort, and then left.

Zhao Ji was overjoyed at the thought that the madman would never be able to win over Ying Zheng's heart because of her behind-the-scenes instigation.

Upon arriving at the palace, he pulled Miao Du towards the bed, the two of them acting as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, unaware that one of the maids serving them had eyes full of terror.

Ying Ji was unaware that someone had betrayed her. With the hot pot, she ate with great relish, and her mood improved considerably. "Chang Ge, go and bring over the samples made by the craftsmen."

"promise"

Before long, a voice came from the doorway: "Princess, the person has been brought in. Please come in now."