At the end of the year, Dongjun, which had a full month of snow, after the sky cleared, a ray of winter sun rose rarely, and the rays of sunshine shone through the clouds, dispelling the fog and bringing warmth.

A yard in Puyang City was wailing with howlings.

A fat, round and fat white pig was pressed to the bench by three or four guards. A handsome boy wrapped in a leather apron chuckled, and a sharp pig-killing knife in his hand was inserted into the howling white pig and bleed it.

The blood flowed into the wooden basin placed on the ground like a drain. After the blood was released, the pig was thrown into the wooden barrel containing most of the boiling hot water and shaved with iron sheets.

After scraping it clean, the pig was re-stuck on the bench and the internal organs were removed.

This is the craft he learned from Qin Shazhu in Chang'an City.

Lu Bu, who stood aside and witnessed the whole process, hugged his arms,

I was puzzled to see this young man who started working hard since dawn and still had no rest until now but was still full of energy.

He also asked, what is delicious with pork?

Compared to sucking meat, dog meat is really delicious.

If it weren't for the mid-winter time now and the wild animals in the mountains were gone, he would have to hunt a few tigers and leopards and come back for a meal.

The boy grinned and showed Qi Zhan's white teeth, telling the most powerful general in the late Han Dynasty that in my hometown, he had to eat pig-killing rice during the Chinese New Year.

After the internal organs were removed, Xiahou An put down the pig-killing knife, picked up two bone-cutting knives, started work left and right, chopped and chopped the pork quickly on the chopping board, and divided the pork into several pieces.

Then he ordered the guard to carry it and take it to the kitchen.

As noon approached, smoke was curling in the mansion.

The fat meat frys in the pot and the oil crackles, and the fragrant meat smell overflows from the kitchen and fills the mansion.

Even Lu Bu, who was disregarded at first, couldn't help but swallow his throat and swallowed a few saliva.

Even if Lu Bu is like this, let alone others.

At this time, people walked into the courtyard one after another. The most important thing was Cao Cao, the current leader of Dongjun and the county magistrate.

Later, Cao Ang, Xiahou Dun, Yuan, Xiahou En, Jie, Cao Ren, Cao Chun, Cao Hong, Xi Zhicai, Dian Wei...

They are all the most respected confidants of Boss Cao.

Cao Ang also has a small tail behind him, holding his elder brother's hand and hiding shyly behind him. He is King Wen of the Great Wei who was established in history for the Han Dynasty. Now he is only four years old, Cao Pi, the second son of the Cao family.

When Xiahou An heard the movement, he came out and took a look, wow! What a good guy!

Almost all the important figures of the Cao and Xiahou families in Dongjun came.

"Boyang, the fragrance in your mansion is full of fragrance. I can smell it in the county magistrate's mansion. No matter what, you must invite this meal at noon today!"

Boss Cao, the shortest in the crowd, had a cheerful smile.

"That's right, Boy Yang, I've heard from Zi Xiu that you have a great cooking skills. Today, I have to have a great treat!" A man who has not yet become a one-eyed wolf laughed.

Others also agreed.

For a moment, the courtyard was filled with the joy of being free.

Xiahou An couldn't take these old guys, so he stared at the guy who looked at him and smiled like a husky. It turned out that you kid led the Japanese here!

It is not easy to drive people during the Chinese New Year.

What's more, it's lively with many people.

Xiahou An asked Xu Chu to set up a few more tables, and then returned to the kitchen and worked hard.

Because of the rescue of the emperor and his previous contributions, the mansion Cao Cao gave to Xiahou An was not small, with three in and three out, covering a large area. Even if Cao Cao and others gathered in the courtyard, it would not appear crowded.

When Cao Cao saw Lu Bu, he looked forward with joy and greeted him.

During this period, Lu Bu and his family lived in Xiahou An's mansion.

The army was temporarily led by Gao Shun and stationed outside the city.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Cao Cao had a lot of thoughts about Lu Bu.

There is no need to say much about Lu Bu's strength. Most of his soldiers are elite troops in the frontier, far from comparable to ordinary county soldiers. If he can use it for himself, this will definitely be a powerful help.

When asked about his future plans, Lu Bu said that he would return to Bingzhou after the beginning of spring next year, after all, it was his hometown.

Cao Cao felt a little regretful when he heard this.

Lu Bu sneered. How could he not know Cao Cao’s thoughts? But to be honest, he looked down on Cao Cao, let alone, a real man could live in the world, so how could he live in depression for a long time?

Ding Yuan is dead, and he wants to go back to be the governor of Xin Bingzhou!

When it was time for dinner, Cao Cao, Lu Bu and others in the mansion sat down one by one, and even the guards who were servants had their own positions. Although they were just side halls, this was enough to move them very much. They secretly vowed to serve the lord to die.

What's more, the lord personally cooked at noon today.

"Dish~ Come on!"

Accompanied by a lengthy call, delicious food frying and cooking were served to the table.

Cold-smoked crucian carp, fresh fried crispy meat, sauce-flavored pork, stir-fried belly strips, oily mallow, pig intestines, blood-boosting, heart-lung soup pot stewed...

These are delicious cooking that Cao Cao and others have never seen before.

The aroma is swaying, making the index finger tremble.

It is worth mentioning that the dining table at Xiahou An's mansion is not the same as the low table tables for meals in this era. It comes completely in the future. Others cannot control it, but there are not so many concerns in their own mansion.

A round table and a bench were made.

Cao Cao and others were reluctant to sit down at first, but they were not unable to sit down, but they sat on a stool with their butts hanging down. This was the hooligan sitting, which was a sitting position that was extremely disrespectful to the owner of the mansion.

Orthodox etiquette is to kneel down.

However, Xiahou An didn't care about these things, and just asked everyone to sit down.

Since the master didn't care, Cao Cao and others sat down around the round table.

If you have good food, how can you not have good wine?

"Boyang nephew, I heard that you have brewed good wine in Chang'an, don't hide it, take it out quickly!" Hearing Cao Cao, Xiahou Dun's nephew shouted smoothly, and Cao Hong, who likes to be free, also called out his nephew.

Xiahou An glanced at this familiar guy, but he asked Xu Chu to bring the wine jar without hesitation. As soon as the wine cover was opened, the strong smell of wine instantly filled the entire room.

Everyone sniffed their noses and praised it.

"This wine is so fragrant!"

"The alcohol is rich, and even if it is buried underground for a hundred years, it may not have such a mellow fragrance!"

"Hurry, hurry up and fill it up!"

The wine cup was filled with all the time, and everyone raised their glasses as the host Xiahou An took the lead.

Then there was a stinging grin.

It’s nothing more, it’s really too exciting to drink!

A burning burning sensation came from the throat, and there seemed to be a ball of fire burning in the abdomen, igniting the entire internal organs.

So I picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into my mouth. The fresh and delicious taste bloomed among my taste buds, and the spicy wine was so refreshing that I couldn’t be more enjoyable!

"Happy, this is the strong wine that men should drink!"

Xiahou Dun screamed, his cheeks flushed and his eyes were full of excitement.

Compared with the so-called fine wine I drank in the past, it is simply a slurry!

"I, Lao Dian, have never drunk such good wine in my life!"

"Boyang, after drinking your wine today, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink any other wine in the future! You have to be responsible for this!" Someone teased and joked.

"Hahaha……"

Everyone laughed happily.

"Does this wine have a name?" After taking a few sips, Boss Cao became a little drunk.

It’s no wonder that I used to drink only a few degrees or ten degrees, but today I drink more than fifty degrees, which would be strange if I don’t get enough.

Xiahou Anben never thought about the name, but when Cao Cao asked, he had a title: "Call it as Du Kang."

"Du Kang, why does it sound like a name?" Cao Ang said wonderingly.

The educated Xi Zhicai pointed out: "Du Kang is indeed a personal name. "Records of the Grand Historian" records that he was the king of the Xia Dynasty and the "original ancestor of winemaking" in ancient legends. It is appropriate for Boyang to use this as a name."

Everyone suddenly realized.

Cao Cao stood up, but he was very happy, who was already drunk at this moment. All the sorrows in his mind seemed to disappear at this moment. He waved his sleeves and held up the wine cup with red light on his face and sang: "How can we relieve worries? Only Du Kang!"

In the inner room, Yan and Diao Chan were chatting.

The three girls lay at the door, looking through a crack in the door, looking at the proud young man in the hall, with stars in his eyes.

The last day of the second year of Chuping in the Han Dynasty.

The curtain came to an end with laughter.
Chapter completed!