"Heh, what's that supposed to be? Your father still has plenty of tricks up his sleeve that I haven't shown you yet, Da Wei. Take your time and learn."
Zhao Feng smugly waved his hand, signaling her to keep it low-key.
Zhao Wei's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Could the tricks her father meant be his knack for making snide remarks?
She'd be better off learning from the strategist than from her father.
Zhao Feng bit into a piping-hot skewer. After chewing twice, his eyes suddenly lit up. The tender meat, the seasoning, and the perfect heat made it a true delicacy. "Whoever grilled the meat today gets a reward! Young man, you've got a real talent. If you don't go to war, open a barbecue shop. I guarantee you'll have customers streaming through the door. If I have time, I'll come by and show my support."
Even the palace banquet couldn't compare to how delicious it was.
This grilling technique had real money-making potential.
The soldier looked shy, but he answered without hesitation.
"General, your presence would honor my humble establishment."
Zhao Feng finished another skewer in two or three bites, then flicked his fingers. The bamboo stick flew straight into a straw target, which was already densely packed with hundreds of neatly arranged skewers. Since they held BBQs at the front lines so often, they reused the skewers, which saved them trouble.
"Hahaha, you're a clever, stingy little rascal. I said I'd show my support, and you didn't even offer to treat me. You think 'your presence would honor my humble establishment' is enough to fob me off?" Zhao Feng looked at the soldier and suddenly felt a pang of sadness, but he calmly concealed it.
Some people wanted to build bridges, pave roads, farm, or make earthen kangs after