The long river of history is rolling, and countless famous generals are dazzling in the waves.

Fan Chou is not famous, and it is difficult to rank first.

But if we only talk about the three causes of the late Han Dynasty, Fan Chou is still a little famous, at least it is more impressive than Cheng Yuanzhi and Bo Cai.

Xiahou An looked at him secretly in the crowd.

Zhang Ziyu went up to see her with her fists.

"Li Meng is getting lazy and lazy. He doesn't come when he is on duty. I will definitely say goodbye tomorrow in front of the Grand Master!"

Fan Chou said with calm black and thick eyebrows slightly unhappy.

Compared with other Western Liang generals who were drunk and sweet, Fan Chou is now a disciplined comrade, who is diligent in doing all the tasks assigned by Boss Dong.

Zhang Ziyu didn't say anything about this, it was not his style to chew people behind his back. After Fan Chou led Hu Benlang away, he took over the armed forces outside Qingliang Hall.

Xiahou An was arranged in the corridor on the right side of the hall, and there was a Yulin Lang every ten feet away. His daily task was to stand with a sword like a wooden man.

This made him think of the sourness and pleasure of standing in a military posture in his previous life.

Fortunately, the original subject in this life is good, and Xiahou An himself is eager to become stronger. He trained with Xu Chu every day and his strength is also steadily increasing, so it is actually not difficult for him to stand guard all night.

"I don't know what the little emperor in the hall looks like?"

Xiahou An was curious. He stood here, and his thoughts had already wandered outside the sky.

At the same time, the Prime Minister's Office.

The powerful Taishi Dong was furious.

The reason is very simple. When using dinner, Dong Zhuo fell into his appetite and wanted to eat some light food. So he unconsciously remembered the wontons he had eaten at Cai Yong's mansion that day, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare and deliver them.

However, the famous chefs in the house were stunned.

What is wonton?

I haven't heard of it before, so I naturally have no idea how to start.

Dong Zhuo couldn't wait or wait, and he didn't have much patience. So he sent someone to call all the kitchens in the mansion to take responsibility: he couldn't even make the simplest rural snacks, and he also had a reputation as a famous chef, so he did what he did!

The chefs were scared and knelt on the ground, trembling with their bodies, and their heads were pressed down on the floor, not daring to lift them up at all.

Dong Zhuo gets angry, that's what he wants to see!

"Please, please, the Grand Master, what are wontons?"

In desperation, a slightly brave chef knelt out of the line, took two steps forward with his knees, and knocked his head to a loud bang to show his respect for Dong Zhuo, but as soon as he spoke, he was not even speaking properly.

This shows how deep his inner fear of Dong Zhuo was.

Dong Zhuo just ate it and did whatever he wanted, but he also said the appearance of wontons and said angrily: "Wontons are a noodle soup snack in Qiao County. There is no noodles on the outside and meat is wrapped in it..."

After hearing Dong Zhuo's description, the chefs still didn't know what wontons were, but they already knew it.

Anyway, they dare not continue to ask.

If Dong Zhuo knows how to do it, what else do they want?

So, the kitchen returned to the kitchen. After discussing it all over the place, the kneading noodles and chopping meat, and made a bowl of them with a bite.

The wontons were presented to Dong Zhuo. Looking at the round things in the bowl, Dong Zhuo raised his eyebrows. He looked okay, but he was a little bigger...

He picked up one of the chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

After chewing for a while, he spit out.

Click!

Dong Zhuo threw the bowl to the ground, and the strong smell of oil rose, which was so tired!

Seeing this, the kitchen, who was serving food, was in a state of sneering and kowtowed, begging and shouting: "Grandmaster, please spare me! Grantmaster, please!"

Dong Zhuo waved his hand, and the two soldiers straight up the kitchen and dragged it out.

Then, Dong Zhuo passed on the word and found Xiahou An for me!

The soldiers took the order and left.

In the palace, the sky was already dark, and the lights were lit up in various palaces.

"Xiahouan, come here."

Xiahou An, whose soul wandered outside the sky, was pulled back by Zhang Ziyu's screams, and walked over with Changge.

After passing by, I found that there were two armored soldiers standing on the stone staircase in front of the hall, wearing armor and swords, and they were particularly burly.

Xiahou An had met these soldiers in Cai Yong's mansion. They were Dong Zhuo's confidant guards, named Xionghu Army, mostly dominated by the Qiang people in Xiliang.

When Zhang Ziyu saw Xiahou An coming, he didn't say much, but explained the situation directly: "The Grand Master wants to see you, please let them go."

What's the situation? Dong Zhuo wants to see me... Xiahou An suddenly trembled in his heart, thinking that before the intelligence captain started working, was it already revealed?

Xiahou An followed the soldiers nervously.

With the envious eyes of the friends, I got off work early.

On the way, Xiahou An tentatively asked the reason.

However, these two men were like mutes and said nothing.

Soon, Xiahou An came from the palace to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The soldier went in and reported.

Xiahou An took a deep breath outside the hall and calmed down his mood. When he called his name inside, he pretended to be relaxed and saluted Dong Zhuo with a bright smile on his face. His voice was loud: "Boy Xiahou An, pay a visit to the Grand Master. The Grand Master will be unified for thousands of years!"

Dong Zhuo was not in a good mood at first, but after hearing these words, Xiahou An looked good, so his mood improved a lot.

"Boy Xiahou, the chefs raised by this Grand Master are very stupid and can't even make wontons. You can make a bowl of them and teach them by the way..."

Compared to before, Dong Demon King's tone was much more relaxed, but no one could refuse.

At least, this is true in Chang'an City.

Just for this?

After Xiahou An was stunned, a big rock hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

On the way he came, he had thought about countless possibilities, but he didn't expect it would be the cause of wontons.

"I am honored to be able to serve the Grand Master!"

Xiahou An immediately bowed his hand and said, "A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, to him, it's nonsense."

Under the guidance of the military officer, Xiahou An came to the kitchen.

This place is almost equivalent to the entire house he lived in the north of the city.

I'm indeed a poor person...

Xiahou An shed tears silently.

In the kitchen, the chefs responsible for daily meals were hanging their heads, one by one, and some were even wiping their tears.

Xiahou An's arrival did not attract their attention, and even if someone saw it, he would not take it seriously. How could a teenager understand the way of food?

No one paid attention to it, Xiahou An started wandering around himself first.

This chef is very big, almost the same as the vegetable market. There are many stone tables on all sides to place kitchen utensils and ingredients. The room temperature is low and suitable for the maintenance of vegetables and meat.

As he was spinning, Xiahou An stopped in front of a pot.

In the pot, grease was floating on the hot water surface, and several arc-shaped doughs were constantly surging, and you could vaguely see the meat sauce wrapped inside.

Xiahou An's eyes were shiny.

Good guy, Xiaolongbao has been invented for you!

However, he immediately wondered: What is the operation of boiling buns in the pot?
Chapter completed!