Getting Simulated By The Empress Is Not My Intention

Zhang Beichen brought out all his abilities. As the saying goes, if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first, and the same is true for women.

In this day and age, it is very difficult to cook delicious meals.

In terms of staple food, five grains, hemp, millet, millet, wheat, and beans were popular at this time. The nobles in the south could only eat rice, while most of the Qin State still ate millet, yellow rice, and barley rice.

The wheat rice they ate was boiled wheat, which was very rough and unpalatable.

People at this time did not know how to make flour, so there were no pastries.

After Zhang Beichen traveled through time, he was not used to it, so he "invented" the flour making technology.

He asked people to fetch the ground flour, and used the yeast obtained from fruit fermentation to ferment the dough to make pasta.

This alone made Ying Yiren very curious. It was interesting and novel to see Zhang Beichen kneading those dough balls like a clay figurine.

As for vegetables, tomatoes, eggplants, cucumbers, pumpkins, peppers, lettuce, etc., these vegetables are not available. At that time, there were only simple vegetables such as peas, leeks, green onions, and amaranths. Many people in Qin even ate duckweed, water lilies, and other plants that later generations would treat as weeds.

There is also a lack of seasoning, no chili, cumin, etc., but fortunately there are salt and peppercorns, as well as various sauces and other seasonings, which can also be manipulated.

"Aiqing, what are you doing? There is still such a way of cooking?" Ying Yiren is now like a curious baby. She saw Zhang Beichen using a shovel to stir-fry the food back and forth in the iron pan with oil!

"What kind of cooking method is this? Will it be delicious?" Ying Yiren was full of curiosity. At this time, the people of Qin basically used two methods to cook food, one was cooking, and the other was grilling. There was no such thing as "stir-frying" .

"It's called stir-frying!" Zhang Beichen explained. "Fried, fried, fried, boiled, and steamed dishes require different cooking methods in order to best utilize the characteristics of the ingredients! Your Majesty, you will definitely be surprised!"

Zhang Beichen has already done experiments. Hu Cheng, Liu Wen and others who ate stir-fried vegetables for the first time were full of praise, as if they had opened the door to a new world!

With the help of the servants, the food was ready in about an hour, and there was a whole table.

Zhang Beichen brought out all his abilities, and the bright color and aroma of the food alone made Ying Yiren's appetite whettable!

She tasted the fried bean sprouts first, and she was a little surprised, and said, "Why are these bean sprouts so delicious?"

"Your Majesty, try this stir-fried field mouse meat again!" Zhang Beichen picked up a piece of meat for her.

At this time, only relatives, elders or couples would do such things as serving food for others. It is somewhat disrespectful for a courtier to serve food for the monarch.

But Ying Yiren didn't care too much. After taking a bite, the deliciousness of the meat, the spice of the seasoning, and the fat melted in his mouth. Ying Yiren's beautiful eyes showed extraordinary splendor, which was a feeling she had never had before eating barbecued or boiled meat!

"It's really delicious!" Ying Yiren couldn't help praising, "Aiqing is so talented!"

"Don't worry, my lord, there are so many more. A bite of meat and a sip of wine, it's a perfect match!" Zhang Beichen poured her a glass of wine.

At this time, the wine was pure grain wine, and since there was no high-level wine distillation technology, even the strong wine of Qin State had a low alcohol content.

"I would like to offer you a cup, and thank you for saving your life today!" Zhang Beichen raised his glass and drank it all.

"The widow also wants to thank Aiqing for treating Baiyang County in an orderly manner!" Ying Yiren said as she also drank a cup. At this time, her heart was extremely happy.

Good wine, delicious food, and the company of "Bei Chen Jun", this is a scene she once dreamed about, and it is now being staged here!

The two chatted while eating. At first, they were a little restrained, and they were still discussing the governance of Qin.

Ying Yiren said: "Aiqing, your "Grass Cultivation Order" in Baiyang County is very good. I plan to promote it to the whole country. I intend to set up a county in Qin State and appoint you as the county guard!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your love!" Zhang Beichen said hastily, "It's okay to implement the Grass Cultivation Order in small places. If it is widely promoted, those old clans in the court will definitely be dissatisfied."

Mentioning the old clan, Ying Yiren snorted coldly and said, "Don't worry about this, I have my own way to deal with it!"

After talking about state affairs, Zhang Beichen wanted to talk to her about personal matters, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He then said: "Your Majesty, it's very boring to drink like this, why don't we fight?"

"Fist? I'm a king, how can I do such a vulgar thing?" Ying Yiren said with a slight frown.

However, within a few minutes, as the wine drank, Ying Yiren's face turned red, and she gestured with one hand.

"With all my heart!"

"Good morning!"

"Samsung high light!"

"Four seasons as you wish!"

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Their boxing rules are very simple, that is, shout numbers together, point out their fingers, and the person who guesses the sum of the numbers of the two people will win, and the loser will drink.

"I guessed it right!" Ying Yiren's face brightened, "Drink, drink!"

Zhang Beichen drank a glass of wine and continued to guess the boxing game, "Your Majesty, it's your turn!"

"Drink as soon as you drink, come again!" Ying Yiren drank the wine and stretched out her hand again.

At this time, she had already drunk a lot, and her face was slightly drunk. After many people drink alcohol, the color of the wine will appear on their faces, some people are dark red, while others are red wine color, like ripe apples, exuding an attractive fragrance!

Ying Yiren belongs to the latter group. At this time, her eyes seem to have gleams, there are two red clouds on her face, and her lips are as bright as blood-stained roses. Every frown and smile seem to carry a fatal temptation, which makes people's hearts Ready to move!

"Your Majesty, it's no fun just to punish you with wine. Let's play something more interesting!" Zhang Beichen suggested, "If anyone loses, the winner can ask her to answer a question, and she must answer truthfully. If she is unwilling to answer, you can You have to accept a punishment from the other party, how about it?"

When Ying Yiren heard this, her eyes lit up, and she said, "This is interesting, come on!"

For the first time, Zhang Beichen lost.

Ying Yiren asked, "Aiqing, let me ask you, which country are you from?"

Zhang Beichen replied: "I am from Huaxia, and now I am from Qin."

Ying Yiren didn't delve into it, and the two continued.

This time it was Zhang Beichen who won, and he asked, "Your Majesty, did you have a man you admired before?"

"You? How can you ask such a question to me?" Ying Yiren blushed pretty, a little annoyed.

But Zhang Beichen said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I am willing to admit defeat!"

Ying Yiren had no choice but to say: "The widow has learned how to govern the country, march and fight with his father since he was a child. He is surrounded by a group of elders and generals. How can there be any man whom he admires?"

"Continue!" Ying Yiren felt that he was at a disadvantage and should ask Zhang Beichen more exciting questions.

Sure enough, she won again, and Ying Yiren asked: "Aiqing, you asked me just now, what about you? Do you have a favorite woman?"

Zhang Beichen replied simply: "Of course."

Hearing this, Ying Yiren looked a little nervous, and asked, "Which family is it from? You tell me, and the widow will give you a marriage!"

"No, this is the second question!" Zhang Beichen refused to answer.

"Then let's do it again!" Unconvinced, Ying Yiren continued.

However, she lost. Zhang Beichen looked smug, and asked, "Your Majesty, tell me the most shameful thing you have ever done."

"Ah?" Mentioning this, Ying Yiren was even more embarrassed, but at this time she had already drank a lot of wine, and her inner restraint was much less.

She held back for a while, and then said with a blushing face: "The widow once drank too much, married a tree, and slept with the tree all night. The next day, Jun father found out and laughed at me." A whole year."

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Beichen couldn't help laughing, he didn't expect that Ying Yiren, who is usually majestic, has such a side.

"What are you laughing at? The widow orders you not to laugh!" Ying Yiren clapped his hands in embarrassment.

"Okay, don't laugh." Zhang Beichen still suppressed a smile, and the two continued. Several times in a row, Zhang Beichen won.

"Your Majesty, what other embarrassing things have you done?"

"Your Majesty, tell me the name of someone you like the most!"

"Bei..." Ying Yiren almost blurted out, but subconsciously told her that as a monarch, this is not good, so she changed her words: "I choose to punish."

"Punishment?" Zhang Beichen squinted his eyes, looked at Ying Yiren, and said, "Well, let's do a dance, Your Majesty."

"Bold, do you dare to ask the widow to dance for you?" Ying Yiren was even more ashamed, she is the monarch, how could anyone dare to ask the monarch to dance for herself!

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat!" Zhang Beichen had already seen that Ying Yiren just said no, but he didn't blame him. After drinking, Ying Yiren was not so restrained.

"Okay, just wait, I will win back later!" Ying Yiren said, standing on the open space, and really jumped up.

She danced a kind of Gagaku sleeve dance, and the dances of this era were divided into Gagaku dance and folk dance. Gagaku Dance, as the name suggests, is a dance that is performed in conjunction with Gagaku, and is usually danced by nobles.

The folk dance is danced by ordinary people, and it is more open.

Zhang Beichen only knew that Ying Yiren's martial arts was so strong that he could instantly kill Bai Liangpu, who was at the peak of the Four Realms. I didn't know she could actually dance sleeves.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and lanterns were lit around. In the moonlight and candlelight, Ying Yiren waved her long sleeves, and catkins fluttered like butterflies.

She had changed out of her long robe just now, and now she was wearing a bright red deep dress, which is also a kind of aristocratic dress, which can be regarded as a one-piece dress, with the waist tied tightly with a silk belt, which can reveal the beauty of a woman. The slender waist and wide sleeves make the sleeve dance have a special flavor!

"Drinking a little wine, let the King of Qin dance for me! This day, let alone how beautiful it is!" Zhang Beichen was secretly refreshed, and his whole body was a little drifting!

And Ying Yiren finished the short dance, feeling ashamed and angry, "You dare to let the widow dance for him, you are too brave! The widow must find a way to get back the place!"

Another guessing game, Ying Yiren won.

"It's time for the widow!" Ying Yiren said, "The widow asks questions first."

"Zhang Beichen, answer truthfully, have you ever considered being loyal to other monarchs besides the widow?"

This question is a proposition. Of course Zhang Beichen thought about it. Before he was in the simulator, he compared the seven monarchs for a long time, because he felt that the original painting of King Qin was more poignant to his heart, so he chose Ying Yiren first. .

Zhang Beichen originally planned to interact with all seven monarchs.

But if such an answer was given, Ying Yiren would definitely not be able to accept it.

He said: "I choose punishment!"

A sly look appeared on Ying Yiren's pretty face, and she said, "Are you sure? The widow's punishment is to make you drink up the wine!"

She picks up a glass of wine.

"It's that simple?" Zhang Beichen thought he could drink it straight away, but Ying Yiren poured the wine suddenly, and the liquid poured down on her feet.

Just now, for the convenience of dancing, Ying Yiren took off his boots, and now he is barefoot.

Ying Yiren looked smug, and said, "You can only choose one to answer the question and punish!"

She thought to herself, now that the wine has been spilled on the widow's feet, how can you still drink it? This punishment is nothing short of an insult to a public official!

"Now, you can only choose to answer the widow's question!" Ying Yiren felt that he had the chance to win.

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