In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Zhao Yu took the letter.

They left the main tent.

He returned to his barracks.

Light the lamp.

"Housing prices in Xuchang..."

"Revealing geographical location."

Paint it off.

The pen tip falls.

A blob of black ink.

"I miss you dearly, please keep warm."

Zhao Yu shook his head.

"That's all nonsense."

Paint it off.

It was just another blob of black ink.

"Parting at the Wei River..."

"A grown man shouldn't be so hesitant and indecisive."

Paint it off.

Zhao Yu found it easier and easier to apply the paint.

The brush danced across the paper.

It is a literary massacre.

"here."

"Too much nonsense."

Apply.

"There."

"A modal particle."

Apply.

After a while.

Zhao Yu stopped writing.

Looking at the "masterpiece" before me.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Perfect."

"That's what you call professionalism."

"Now no one can figure out the original meaning."

The letter was originally a little over a hundred words long.

Now, looking at it at a glance.

Pitch black.

Only a few scattered words.

It stubbornly squeezed out from the gaps in the brush.

All alone.

Hahaha.

[System Evaluation: Host, you're awesome! Even a sleight of hand like you could have accomplished this.]

"What are you saying!"

"Day by day. I'm just trying to secure my retirement."

Zhao Yu blew the ink dry.

Seal it.

As for handing it over to the messenger, that's not urgent.

Let it stay with Zhao Yu for a few more days.

Let the bullets fly a little longer.

……

The next day.

Northwest wind.

level four.

The weather was perfect.

Upwind.

Cao Cao's kitchen.

Zhao Yu is conducting a sophisticated "biochemical experiment".

"Zhao Yu, has the letter been sent out?"

"No, not yet."

"The time is not right."

"Let the conflict escalate further."

"oh!"

"Suit yourself. There's no rush. The seeds of doubt aren't so easily extinguished."

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Yu kept everyone in suspense.

"Since our standoff began, I wonder if the Prime Minister has visited the Xiliang military camp?"

Oh?

Wasn't the Xiliang military camp always there?

"What's wrong?"

"A few days ago, I noticed that there was less smoke when they were cooking lunch."

"It's obvious that those Xiliang soldiers weren't eating very well either."

"Let's eat this in front of their door."

"It's even more painful than cursing their ancestors."

System determination:

Item: Butter hot pot.

Ingredients: High-purity fat + capsaicin + essential spices.

Attack range: five miles downwind.

Additional effects: Mental pollution (hunger + jealousy).

Special effect: Awakens deep memories (targeted at a specific objective).

Cao Cao leaned closer and took a sniff.

choke.

It's really choking.

But what follows is a domineering, strong aroma.

The greasy, spicy aroma was so enticing, it could draw your soul out, even in the dead of winter.

"Gurgle."

Cao Cao swallowed hard.

"Okay, pour some out for me first."

"Take Xu Chu with you."

"Go make them drool."

"Remember, don't fight, eat and then run."

……

Five hundred paces outside the Xiliang camp.

Safe distance.

But it's eye-catching enough.

Zhao Yu was accompanied by Xu Chu and several cooks.

They swaggered in here.

A few stools and a small cart.

There were sliced ​​mutton and vermicelli on the truck.

There is also a pot for preparing the ingredients.

Set up the pot.

ignition.

The north wind howled. (The north wind blows south.)

The flames leaped wildly.

Add water.

The aroma spreads immediately.

"Zhongkang, sit down."

Zhao Yu greeted him.

Xu Chu had been waiting for this for a long time.

He specially wore casual clothes today.

It's breathable, which also makes it easier for the stomach to move around.

"Brother Zhao."

"Is it ready to eat?"

"This flavor... is amazing."

"eat."

Zhao Yu picked up a piece of mutton with his chopsticks.

It was tossed up and down in the chili oil.

Fifteen seconds.

fish out.

Slices of mutton coated in chili oil are stuffed into the mouth.

Xu Chu was even more insane.

Pour in a large plate of meat.

Fish it out as soon as it changes color.

He swallowed the soup and meat in one gulp.

His mouth was oozing oil.

"Awesome!" Xu Chu roared.

The sound echoed throughout half of the Xiliang camp.

"It smells so good!"

"This butter!"

"That's powerful!"

"Even more delicious than the delicacies from Xuchang!"

……

Xiliang Camp.

It's lunchtime now.

The Xiliang soldiers in the vanguard held earthenware bowls filled with Wei River water and a few pieces of dried meat in their hands.

Still want to drink goat milk?

With 200,000 people, where are you going to get that much goat milk to drink?

It's good enough if you just drink water with dried meat.

then,

That overpowering aroma wafted in.

That's the science of violence, a mixture of oils and spices.

For soldiers who lacked oil and salt and had spent the night freezing in the snow.

This is an immense temptation.

"What does it taste like?"

"It smells so good..."

"Is it meat... or oil?"

"Gurgle."

"Glug."

Throughout the forward camp, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard repeatedly.

The dried meat in my hand didn't smell good at all.

Central command tent.

Ma Chao was alright; he still had hot porridge to drink.

Light and bland.

Nourishes the stomach.

He vowed never to eat greasy food again in his life.

Especially those with oil.

That north wind, however, shows no mercy.

He crawled into the main tent, and into Ma Chao's nostrils.

Ma Chao's spoon stopped in mid-air.

This tastes...rich butter.

Lots of chili peppers.

This is not how it's eaten in the Central Plains at all.

This is a traditional method used in the Western Liang region.

Moreover, this is not an ordinary thing—only his father would do it.

Ma Teng's unique recipe.

Ma Chao when he was a child.

During holidays, his father, Ma Teng, would personally cook a large pot of beef tallow.

That's the taste of the Ma family, the taste of fatherly love.

After Ma Teng went to Xuchang to take up an official post, this flavor was lost.

Because only Ma Teng knew the recipe!

"How could this be...?"

The only explanation is that while Cao Cao was a hostage in Xuchang, he captured my father, tortured him severely, and forced him to reveal the Ma family's ancestral hot pot recipe! Then... he cooked my father.

"That traitor Cao!"

Ma Chao's emotions exploded.

"You killed my father!"

"They even stole his recipe!"

"You even cooked it for me to see!"

Ma Dai ran into the main tent, covering his nose (actually, he was trying to hide his drooling).

"Brother!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Zhao Yu and Xu Chu..."

"No need to say anything more."

"gather!"

Ma Chao drew his sword, determined to teach this security captain a lesson today.

"Follow me and charge out!"

"Take over their stall!"

Ma Chao charged out of the tent with his sword drawn and mounted his horse.

Ma Dai and Pang De were puzzled.

But the young general had already mounted his horse, and they had no choice but to follow.

……

The army had just rushed to the gate.

"stop!"

Han Sui, accompanied by his personal guards, hurriedly arrived from the side camp.

He stood in front of Ma Chao.

"Meng Qi!"

"Are you crazy?!"

"Go back now!"

Ma Chao reined in his horse.

"uncle?"

Ma Chao looked down at Han Sui from his high vantage point.

"Get out of the way!"

"That security captain disgraced my late father."

"You dare to eat right in front of my camp?"

"I'm going to kill him!"

Han Sui was so anxious that he slapped his thigh.

"Are you stupid!"

"This is clearly a trap to lure the enemy!"

"That Zhao Yu, and that Xu Chu, even if they had the guts of the heavens, wouldn't they dare to have a picnic at the camp gate?"

"Now they're swaggering around, completely unsuspecting?"

"That's all to lure you out!"

"There's definitely an ambush ahead!"

"That Cao Cao is cunning and treacherous; if you go, you'll be walking into a trap!"

Han Sui considered his words to be invaluable wisdom.