The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

Xu Miaojin sat down gently, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.

Seeing Zheng Hai and the young man in white beside her, her eyes opened suddenly, her mouth opened slightly, and she said with some shame: "Ah! I forgot to introduce each other to you

!" Pointing at Zheng Hai, Xu Miaojin said to the young man in white: "This is Zheng Hai, my eldest brother-in-law's guard, a very interesting person!" "My name is Zheng Hai, King Yan's

guard." Zheng Hai clasped his fists and bowed to the young man.

The fact that a guard could sit with the noble children of Ying Tianfu seemed incredible in the eyes of others.

However, Zheng Hai didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He upheld the concept of equality for all in his heart, and did not feel that he was inferior to the noble kings and grandsons of Ying Tianfu.

Xu Miaojin pointed at the young man lightly, turned his head to Zheng Hai, and introduced: "This is my Brother Yun..."

The

young man squeezed his eyes at Xu Miaojin, shook his head, hinted to Xu Miaojin that

Zheng Hai pretended not to see it, and nodded politely to the young man, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, revealing a smile.

"Hong Yun is sixteen this year, Brother Tai should be older than me, I have seen Brother Zheng. The

young man in white has fair skin, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, except for the facial features of a man, his skin is whiter, and his skin is whiter than that of ordinary women

! He didn't quite understand the etiquette of the literati of the Ming Dynasty, so Zheng Hai replied directly: "I'm twenty-three years old this year, well, no, I should be twenty-one years old!"

"Hehehe! You talk so interesting! How can anyone even remember his own age, no wonder Xu Miaojin will say that you are interesting."

Hong Yun, a fair-skinned young man in white, finally smiled, his eyebrows stretched out, and he was no longer crowded together. His eyes became translucent, and two rows of snow-white teeth jumped happily as his lips opened and closed.

Zheng Hai didn't mean to be funny, he didn't know how to calculate his age.

According to Ma He, he is two years old, so he is twenty-one years old this year.

If calculated according to his age before the crossing, it should be twenty-three years old, and it has been two years since he crossed to the Ming Dynasty.

It took him two years to go from a beggar gang leader with only two people to King Yan's personal guard. During this time, he experienced many things: swore with Ma He, worshiped Daoyan as a teacher, and also got acquainted with Yuan Hui, a strange physiognomy man...

"Zheng Hai, what are you thinking? Why don't you speak?"

Xu Miaojin's words interrupted Zheng Hai's memories, Zheng Hai's body shook slightly, the pupils of his eyes contracted, and he recovered from his trance.

Zheng Hai and Hong Yun were briefly polite, and Hong Yun sat down in the seats next to Xu Miaojin one after the other.

Zheng Hai is informal, and Xu Miaojin seems to be used to it. The young Hong Yun was a little curious about Zheng Hai, but more comfortable and happy.

Hong Yun rarely has the opportunity to sit with ordinary people on an equal footing and chat freely like a friend. He enjoyed the current atmosphere very much, secretly looked at the relaxed Xu Miaojin, and then looked at the unrestrained guard Zheng Hai.

Hong Yun looked happy, gently picked up a teacup, put it in front of his nose and smelled it slightly, and sighed: "Fragrant, really fragrant! This fragrance makes people feel happy!"

Zheng Hai didn't care about this, picked up the teacup, smelled it, it was just a light fragrance of tea.

Glancing at the young man Hong Yun, Zheng Hai wondered in his heart: This tea is so-so, hasn't this young man ever drunk this kind of tea? No, seeing that his skin is delicate, he is whiter than ordinary girls, and he must be the son of a big family in Yingtianfu. Pampered, it is impossible not to have good tea, maybe it is just a different mood.

Zheng Hai came back to his senses, and looked up to see the shopkeeper holding a tray in both hands, with a plate of sauce-red duck meat on the tray, pacing small steps, and walking briskly into the house.

"This is the restaurant's signature dish, roasted duck!Please use it slowly!" Xiao Er finished speaking, put down a plate of roasted duck, and exited the room.

This roast duck is similar to the roast duck that Zheng Hai used to eat, but the duck skin is red but not burnt, and a few leaves of bright green coriander are dotted aside, the red and green are commensurate, and the color matching is reasonable, which makes people appetite great.

A burst of duck meat fragrance mixed with the fresh fragrance of green onions, ginger and garlic spread in the house, Zheng Hai sniffed it lightly, and saliva bubbled in his mouth.

Seeing Zheng Hai staring at the roasted duck on the table, his eyes straightened, Xu Miaojin grinned and said, "Zheng Hai, taste it! This is the roasted duck you ordered."

Zheng Hai took the chopsticks and gently sandwiched a piece of sauce-red roast duck meat with skin, the color of the duck meat is lighter than the sauce-red duck skin, its texture is extremely fine, and the muscle lines are distinct.

Just sandwiched to the mouth, the sauce of the duck meat blends with the aroma of the meat, put it in the mouth, the tongue comes with a burst of softness, bite gently, the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, the juice in the duck meat touches the tongue, the juice is sweet and refreshing, oily but not greasy.

Zheng Hai kept chewing, saliva kept gushing out of his mouth, saliva swallowed together with the juice oozing from the duck meat, the Adam's apple floated up and down, and the whole person was in good spirits.

"Hmmm, it's delicious!" Zheng Hai couldn't help but exclaim.

Zheng Hai quickly took another piece, stretched out the chopsticks, put them in his mouth, pulled the chopsticks away, chewed, swallowed, and enjoyed, all the movements were not elegant, but quick and eager, as if someone was urging.

Xu Miaojin showed a proud smile on the side, picked up a piece of duck meat, and introduced: "This roasted duck is skewered with an iron fork, roasted next to the stove, and turned from time to time to make the duck meat evenly heated, and from time to time smear some honey and sauce on the duck meat, so that the roasted duck skin is red but not burnt, and the skin is crispy and tender..."

Hong Yun couldn't help but also take a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly to taste it, which was in stark contrast to Zheng Hai's gobbling up his appearance.

"This is another signature dish of our restaurant! Salted duck! Please think about it slowly!" Xiao Er saw Zheng Hai's eating appearance, and looked proud and proud.

Xu Miaojin put down the chopsticks in his hand, with the demeanor of a lady from a big family, and said to Zheng Hai: "Zheng Hai, this salted duck tastes better, you try it quickly!" When Zheng Hai

heard Xu Miaojin say this, his eyes almost widened, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a grunt. He stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of salted duck and duck meat that had just been served.

Compared with roasted duck, the duck meat is darker and fatter, and there is a soft fat layer between the duck skin and the duck meat, but it is not greasy. There is no trace of duck meat in the mouth, but there is a trace of the mellow flavor of wine, a trace of saltiness, a wisp of sauce fragrance, smell it, saliva is rising, and it is unstoppable.

Zheng Hai swallowed it in one gulp, and when he bit it gently, it was soft and refreshing, his taste buds were trembling, and his saliva poured in like a flood of a sluice, wanting to melt the juice in his mouth. The teeth are excitedly cutting back and forth like a meat grinder, and the tongues are stirring, constantly transmitting pleasure and carrying delicious food like a conveyor belt.

Swallowing

the delicious minced salted duck meat, Zheng Hai opened his mouth with satisfaction, let out a long sigh of relief, and sighed in a long tone: Ah

! Two words: beautiful

! Zheng Hai looked intoxicated and satisfied, and sighed again and again: "Well, this tastes really good! Delicious!"

Xu Miaojin on the side supported his chin with one hand, pestle on the table, and looked at Zheng Hai who tasted the delicious food, looking intoxicated. Her eyes were radiant, as if Zheng Hai was not a person but a work of art, and her eyes flashed with joy.

Zheng Hai was tasting food, but she was looking at Zheng Hai, her face flushed slightly, and she was as cute as Hongxia.

Hearing Zheng Hai's satisfied admiration, she laughed happily, hanging two shallow dimples, and the flush on her cheeks was like a ripe peach, which made people want to take a bite.

The young man Hong Yun was slowly chewing the roasted duck meat, and when he heard Zheng Hai's comfortable praise, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly spit out the only small piece of roasted duck meat left in his mouth into the bowl, grabbed the chopsticks, sandwiched a piece of salted duck meat, and put it directly into his mouth.

Hong Yoon was influenced by Jung Hae, and he abandoned the posture of twisting a woman, and was no longer as restrained as usual. He learned from Zheng Hai to grab the duck leg, vigorously bite the duck meat, chew it wantonly, and make a "uh-huh" sound of approval from time to time.

His face was stained with duck fat, smooth and shiny, holding the duck leg in his hand, he swallowed a bite of duck meat, and praised: "Brother Zheng is right, it's delicious! It's delicious! It's better than anything I've ever eaten before!"