Chapter 10 — The Emperor swore not to let me become a concubine, but as soon as he met, he demanded to become a concubine

That flavor is overpowering, direct, full of primordial appeal. Many Dai Luong generals could not help but swallow their saliva. My older brother, Tham Dinh Chu, standing behind was also a bit worried for me. He leaned closer and asked me in a low voice: "Vi Vi, what are you going to do? Or should we also roast a whole goat? Although we lose in size, we can't lose in spirit!" I shook my head, smiling mysteriously.

“Brother, just look at it.”

I stood in front of my stove, leisurely and leisurely began kneading the dough. That's right, you're not mistaken. Before the heroic battle, people grilled whole cows. I, Queen Dai Luong, choose to... knead the dough. Everyone looked at me and didn't understand my actions. Bac Yen soldiers began to laugh.

“Ha ha ha, look, that Trung Nguyen woman is playing in the mud!”

"Don't they have any meat to eat? Yet they use dough to compete?"

“I'm going to die laughing, I don't even need to compare, I've already lost!”

I have deaf eyes and ears. Knead your dough wholeheartedly. Wait for the dough to finish kneading and let it rise just enough. We roll it into a large and thin sheet of dough. Then, from a large mysterious pot next to me, I scooped out a spoonful of... broth. The broth is bright red and shiny, with a thick layer of chili and sesame floating on top. A taste that's hard to put into words, fragrant, numbing, and spicy, instantly exploded. This smell is even more powerful than Kun Bo's whole grilled beef, and is even more soul-catching! Everyone's laughter stopped immediately. Their noses seemed to be hooked by hooks, turning towards me at the same time.

"What... what smells like that? It smells so good!"

“Just smelling it makes my mouth water!”

I hit the dough sheet on the cutting board, making a crisp sound. Then pull them into wide noodles and drop them directly into the pot of boiling water. After sinking and floating a few times, the noodles were cooked. Take it out and put it in a large bowl. Cover with a few slices of pre-prepared braised beef, and add a few stalks of green vegetables. Finally, the most important step comes. We heat a spoonful of boiling oil, scoop out a handful of green green onions, bright red chili powder, fragrant minced garlic and roasted sesame seeds.

“Heh” sound!

Hot oil poured on top! A stream of earth-shattering fragrance rose straight into the sky! That scent was truly like an invisible hand, squeezing the throats of everyone present, making them unable to speak for half an hour, only able to salivate madly. The dish we make is the most authentic dish from our homeland——soiled oil noodles! I carried a large bowl of oil-soaked noodles to the commentary chair. Con Bo's whole grilled beef was just finished being grilled. The outside skin is golden and crispy, the meat inside is fresh and succulent. Looking at it, it's truly mesmerizing. But, in front of my bowl of noodles and oil. Its fleshy scent was instantly overshadowed by comparison. As the soldiers voted, a dramatic scene appeared. Dai Luong's generals did not hesitate to vote for me. The North Yen soldiers, on the one hand, were gnawing on the grilled beef in their hands, while on the other hand, they were looking forward to the bowl of oil-soaked noodles on our side. Those eyes were filled with desire and struggle. Finally, a brave North Yen soldier really couldn't stand it anymore. He secretly ran up to me and asked in a low voice: "That... Your Majesty, can you give me a taste of that noodle dish?" pieces? Just one piece!” I laughed generously.

"Taste a bite of something. If you want to eat it, come and scoop it yourself!"

The words just ended. The Bac Yen soldiers "screamed" as if they were going crazy, threw down the roast beef in their hands, and all rushed forward. The situation suddenly lost control. They surrounded my big pot, one bowl for you, one bowl for me, eating with great enthusiasm, their heads full of sweat.

“Delicious! It's so delicious!”

“This noodle dish is too chewy! Fragrant and spicy at the same time, it's really delicious!”

“What kind of grilled beef? Compared to this, it really looks like pig food!”

Kun Bo: "..." He looked at his pile of grilled beef being criticized by the soldiers and thrown all over the ground, and at the pot of oil-soaked noodles being fought over to the point that the bottom of the pot was about to be licked clean. He was all stupid. He thought about it and didn't understand. He used the best beef, the most traditional way of grilling, so why did he lose to a bowl of ordinary noodles? I walked up to him and patted his shoulder.