There was no cooking in the Han Dynasty, and this thing would not be popularized on a large scale until the Song Dynasty.

It was a large-scale popularization. If it really appeared, it had already appeared in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, but it was not able to be widely popularized.

The reason is also very simple, it lies in the gap in metal smelting levels.

When cooking, you need to have an iron pot, and you can’t use a bronze cauldron or a pottery pot to cook.

The large-scale popularization of iron pots comes from the significant progress in smelting technology.

In this era, food is usually cooked and cooked, and then roasted or stewed.

Wang Xiao said that his ability to cook is entirely due to the technological progress of Moyuan and the various advanced information provided by Wang Xiao.

Just like the iron pot set up on the fire at this time, it is the successful work that Mo Yuan occasionally obtained after many failures.

The progress of technology is not as simple as imagined. Even if Wang Xiao brought technology, it would not work without step-by-step accumulation.

Unless Wang Xiao can open the space door and transport all industrial products, machine tools, smelting, steel furnaces and other industrial products in the modern world, the improvement of industrial level can only be done slowly.

Zhuo Wenjun stood aside and delivered ingredients and seasonings to Wang Xiao.

Even if it is not high-end ingredients, it can be made into delicious food in simple cooking methods.

The most important thing when stir-frying bamboo shoots is to have enough oil and water. If you don’t add enough oil, you won’t be able to fry well.

Wang Xiao naturally has no shortage of oil. With his skills from the God of Food, he didn't know much about it. A plate of fried bamboo shoots with good color, fragrance and flavor was placed on the wooden table next to him.

"Take that basket over there."

With skillful techniques, Wang Xiao ordered Zhuo Wenjun to get the ingredients.

In this open-air environment, Zhuo Wenjun was obviously feeling a little relaxed.

When I handed over the basket filled with green weeds, I took the initiative to ask, "What is this?"

"This is wild leek. I thought it was only available in the south, but I didn't expect it to be available in Qinling Mountains. These handfuls of wild onions are used as ingredients."

Wang Xiao took a few plump eggs, opened them, poured them into a bowl, and stirred them with chopsticks. Then he instructed Zhuo Wenjun to "go and wash the leeks and onions."

"Here."

Scrambled eggs with leeks, and men all applaud home-cooked dishes.

Then I cooked a pot of fish soup, all of which were fresh fish caught in the river next to me.

Another one stir-fried beef with water celery, it is enough for two people to eat three dishes and one soup.

As for the great man, if he kills a cow for no reason, he will be chopped off his head, so he naturally cannot control Wang Xiao's head.

The Book of Rites says, "The princes will not kill cattle for no reason, the doctor will not kill sheep for no reason, the scholars will not kill dogs and pigs for no reason, and the common people will not eat treasures for no reason."

But Wang Xiao’s current identity is the emperor. He is even higher than that of the princes. Naturally, if you want to eat beef, you can eat it.

For Zhuo Wenjun, who has been eating steaming and cooking food all her life, this meal was definitely a deep impression on her. Because this was the first time she had fried dishes in her life.

Of course, what really made her mind sensation was not just because of cooking, nor was it just because of Wang Xiao’s superb cooking skills.

The more important reason is that Wang Xiao’s identity at this time is the Emperor.

The dignified emperor, I take time to accompany you on a horse and travel outing to write poems and essays, and cook for you to eat. This kind of treatment is definitely unprecedented.

Zhuo Wenjun is a person who loves face very much. Wang Xiao, a respect and demeanor that only men in the modern world have, has unparalleled lethality to girls like her.

If it weren't for the too many soldiers watching around, Zhuo Wenjun couldn't help but want to throw himself into his arms.

There is no way, the attractiveness of multiplying identity and talent and appearance is too great.

It is said that humans are visual animals, and this is truly nothing wrong.

If it were Wu Dalang who was a cow and a horse for Pan Jinlian, he would have given everything. But as a result, he was killed by Pan Jinlian who wanted to hold a tall, rich and handsome leg.

If Wu Dalang was tall and mighty like his younger brother Wu Erlang, he would probably not have had such a thing.

I really don’t understand what else can I do if I clean Pan Jinlian and kill her husband by drugging her? She can’t clean it even with sulfuric acid.

When Princess Pingyang came all the way and finally found Wang Xiao, she sighed silently when she saw the scene in front of her.

The emperors of the Liu family have a very fickle taste.

On the other side, Guantao and Chen Jiao were still committing the crime of eliminating Wei Zifu's affairs, but here, Wang Xiao was already talking and laughing with Zhuo Wenjun.

"You're late."

Seeing Princess Pingyang coming, Wang Xiao raised his hand to signal the small wooden table in front of him, "Only leftovers are left, maybe you don't dislike it?"

Princess Pingyang immediately showed a disgusting expression, "I came here after eating."

Zhuo Wenjun stood up with great vision and then chose to leave on the excuse of serving Wang Xiao tea.

Princess Pingyang nodded with satisfaction. This was much more sensible than Chen Jiao, who didn't know what avoidance meant.

"Is there something wrong?"

Facing the inquiry, Princess Pingyang simply nodded.

"Wait a minute." Wang Xiao, who was sitting on the stool, looked at Princess Pingyang carefully. "Let me guess. Your personality, you won't come to me if you don't have any important things. You can still find this place all the way. Could it be that Chen Wu is going to find you again?"

Princess Pingyang clapped her hands exaggeratedly, "Your Majesty is really amazing."

"Tell me, Guantao and Chen Jiao, what are you going to do this time? Or find Rangers to do assassination?"

Princess Pingyang nodded repeatedly, "And she chose Wei Qing."

Wei Zifu has now entered the Weiyang Palace and attacked the emperor's wife in the palace. This has had a great impact. That is something that Empress Dowager Dou cannot allow.

Therefore, Wei Qing became the best target.

"I'm really deadly."

Wang Xiao also laughed, "Why is it just a stubborn woman who looks like a smart woman on weekdays? Assassination doesn't work, so don't know how to change the method?"

"The mother and daughter have never suffered any hardship in their lives. They have always done whatever they want, and naturally they will not waste their thoughts on any complicated things."

Princess Pingyang disliked Guantao and her daughter very much.

After all, her identity is not bad at all, but when facing the mother and daughter, she has to be humble.

For women, this kind of face-to-face struggle is a feud between life and death.

"I will arrange this matter. After I go back, I will tell Chen Wu and wait for me to inform him to do things."

As expected, if you have done any difficult things once, you will get used to it twice or three times countless times.

"Wei Qing is really lucky."

Princess Pingyang still has some good impression of this former cavalry slave. After all, her slave has now become a marquis through struggle, and the story is so inspiring.

Moreover, she is not very young, but Wei Qing is in her youthful era.

Generally, girls who are a little older admire such young men who are similar to fresh meat.

Hearing this, Wang Xiao looked at Princess Pingyang with a strange look.

Princess Pingyang felt very strange, "What's wrong?"

"I said."

Wang Xiao leaned over with his body slanted, lowered his voice and said, "How is Pingyang Hou's body?"

If I remember correctly, Cao Shou died a few years after Empress Dowager Dou moved into Baling.

"It's okay."

Princess Pingyang thought for a while and said, "It's still the same, and she's in a bad health, but she's the help of the imperial physician."

"If, I mean if."

Wang Xiao's voice lowered, "If there is anything wrong with my brother-in-law, please consider Wei Qing."

Princess Pingyang was first dazed, then became angry and embarrassed.

She wanted to get angry very much, but she couldn't get angry when facing Wang Xiao, so she could only pat his shoulder hatefully and then left angrily.

On the way back to Chang'an City, Princess Pingyang inevitably thought of the young and handsome riding slave.

Wei Zifu is naturally extremely beautiful when he can be the queen.

In this era without plastic surgery and filters, Wei Qing, as his younger brother, naturally could not be an ugly man.

As for the exceptions of the Wu Dalang and Wu Erlang brothers, they either have gene mutations or they have to ask their mother what it is.

"I'm at this age"

Princess Pingyang in the carriage sighed involuntarily when she thought that Wei Qing, who had been named a marquis, was in her heroic figure.

Zhuo Wenjun, who is also quite old there, still accompanied Wang Xiao to travel around the Shanglin Garden.

Even at night, I didn't return to Weiyang Palace.

He directly found an open place, and thousands of Southern Army guards formed a large circle to camp and surrounded Wang Xiao's tent in the middle.

People in Chang'an City said that Wang Xiao sent all the Yulin Army out regardless of his own safety, which became the cornerstone of Wei Qing's contribution.

But Wang Xiao wanted to say, I am the emperor of the Han Dynasty. Even if I cannot mobilize the Southern and Northern Army to go out to fight because I don’t have a tiger talisman, will they turn a blind eye to themselves when I need protection?
To be continued...