Da Qin: Many children, many blessings, starting with the young wife Zhao Ji

Among the Seven Heroes of the Warring States, the countries bordering Qin were Zhao, Han, Wei, and Chu.

As the country where Zhao Yang lives, Zhao naturally has no need to travel.

The first thing he chose to visit was South Korea.

South Korea's Zilanxuan, Zhao Yang has always wanted to see and see.

Seven days later.

Somewhere on the outskirts of Yangyang County, South Korea.

Zhao Yang, who was roasting pheasants with the coachman, suddenly heard a clear voice from a distance, "Hmm~ It's so fragrant." "

Zhao Yang raised his head and saw a young girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, walking towards him with a slender body.

The girl has a delicate melon seed face and a beautiful face.

Zhao Yang could vaguely see a little shadow of Flame Spirit Ji from the girl's delicate melon seed face.

Flame Spirit Ji?

It shouldn't be!

As a subordinate of Baiyue Tianze, shouldn't Flame Spirit Ji be locked in a water prison at night and used as an ornamental fish now?

Soon, the girl came to Zhao Yang.

The girl found a place to sit down, and said to Zhao Yang, "There is so much food, you must not be able to eat it all, don't you mind sharing a little with me?"

"What do you call it?" Zhao Yang asked.

If it was Flame Spirit Ji, he naturally wouldn't mind.

But if it's someone else, how far to roll as far as you want.

"Ji Lingyan. The girl said.

"Ji Lingyan?" Zhao Yang, who was just about to bombard the girl to get out, suddenly reacted.

Read Ji Lingyan backwards, isn't it Flame Lingji?

Sure enough, it was Flame Spirit Ji.

Since it was Flame Spirit Ji, he naturally wouldn't mind.

However, since Flame Spirit Ji chose to hide her name, there must be something unspeakable.

"It turned out to be Miss Ji Lingyan. Zhao Yang said, "My surname is Zhao, just call me Zhao Yang." "

"Zhao Gongzi. Flame Spirit Ji shouted.

Soon, two pheasants were roasted.

Before Zhao Yang could act, Flame Spirit Ji unceremoniously took one of them in his hand, "I'll eat this, and you two will eat that." "

"You're not greedy. Zhao Yang said.

This Flame Spirit Ji is really not polite at all.

"That's it. Flame Spirit Ji said without blushing, "People who know me say that I am a very generous person. "

"What should I do young master?" Seeing that one of the roast chickens had been taken by Flame Lingji, and Zhao Yang had no intention of asking for it, he immediately asked Zhao Yang.

They roasted only two pheasants, originally intended to be one for each person.

But now because of the sudden appearance of the Flame Spirit Ji, he didn't know what to do.

"You take it," Zhao Yang stuffed another pheasant into the coachman Lao Huang's hand.

"What about you, young master?" Lao Huang took the pheasant and asked Zhao Yang again.

"Me?" Zhao Yang suddenly set his eyes on the pheasant that had been bitten twice by Flame Spirit Ji.

The pheasant he lost should naturally be recaptured by his own hands.

He grabbed Flame Lingji's small hand, took the pheasant that Flame Lingji was holding in his hand, and said, "If you want to eat pheasant, you must have the attitude of wanting to eat pheasant, and you are not allowed to grab it." "

After speaking, he ignored Flame Spirit Ji, took out a small bottle from his arms, poured some spices from the small bottle and sprinkled it on the surface of the pheasant.

Flame Lingji, who was originally snatched by Zhao Yang, was still a little angry, but suddenly smelled the rich spice fragrance emanating from the pheasant, and her expression was shocked.

"It's so fragrant, what is this?" Flame Lingji pointed to the pheasant, a thin layer of seasoning, and asked curiously at Zhao Yang.

She has never smelled such a strong fragrance since she was a child.

This is also normal.

After all, Baiyue is located in the wilderness, and the food is not as good as the Central Plains.

Even in the Central Plains, there is no seasoning with such a strong fragrance.

This seasoning was naturally configured by Zhao Yang, as a person of later generations, with the knowledge of later generations.

It is made from a variety of ingredients.

"It's the spice. Zhao Yang said.

"Spices?" Flame Spirit Ji's eyes lit up, "Can you give me some?"

"That's not going to work. Zhao Yang hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

It's okay to have a little bit of food, but it's definitely not okay to have a bit of spices.

He didn't bring much seasoning with him when he went out this time, if he gave it to Flame Lingji, then what would he eat in the future?

As a seasoned food lover, you can't go a day without spices!

"Stingy. Flame Spirit Ji pursed her lips, "Then it's no problem for you to share a little food with me." "

"It's nature. Zhao Yang said, and immediately unscrewed off a chicken head and handed it to Flame Spirit Ji.

Flame Spirit Ji: "......".

Flame Lingji: I now have a sentence that my mother sells batches and I don't know whether to say it or not.