On the third day, the bean sprouts finally grew to finger length.

Without Jiang Rui's order, Qiuhua immediately asked the palace clerk who knew how to cook to mix a hot and sour mung bean sprout, which was made for the princess, and the rest was made into a clear soup of mung bean sprouts for everyone.

In the morning, there were two more dishes on the dinner table. Uerhan gave Jiang Rui sliced ​​the meat and stared at the two dishes for a while. They looked white and looked more like grass roots.

He watched Lan Shi ate a few wild grass roots and drank the grass root soup that was as clear as water. He couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

"Mung bean sprouts." Jiang Rui picked up a chopsticks and rolled the hot and sour bean sprouts into the meat slices and put them on his plate. "I let someone use mung beans to make it."

Urhan looked at it with interest for a while, chewed twice in the entire plug, and was convinced that this was not a grass root, no grass root was rough and difficult to swallow, but rather fresh and tender, and it would be broken with one bite, but—

His face suddenly became a little strange, he chewed and swallowed, his expression seemed to be enduring something.

Jiang Rui looked at him suspiciously for a while, then suddenly said, "Aren't you good at spicy food?"

Urhan groaned, took a few bites of meat and swallowed it, diminishing the spiciness in his mouth, and then frowned and said, "Weird taste."

After only one bite, a little hairy sweat was secreted on his forehead, Jiang Rui was better than speechless.

The seasoning of this hot and sour bean sprouts was brought from Dazhao. The pepper powder paid by the foreign countries was not much added. In her opinion, it was only slightly spicy, but it was so exaggerated to eat him. Is his palate particularly sensitive ?

"You try this again." She gave him another half bowl of bean sprout soup.

After learning the lesson from the previous time, Urhan couldn’t help being more cautious. He picked it up and sniffed, only to smell a grassy smell. After a small sip, the fishy smell was heavier, but at least the weird taste was more lethargic than just now. endure.

This was the first time that Lan Shi had served him vegetables, so he held his breath and drank it all.

In his eyes, Jiang Rui knew the difference in diet between the two.

"Do all the people of Da Zhao eat this?" Urhan put down the bowl and asked.

"This is just a side dish, not a regular meal. In fact, unlike the Di people, the Jokhang people have a very wide range of recipes. We eat almost everything we can eat. Besides the staple food, we will not eat a single food for a long time."

Urhan nodded thoughtfully. Seeing Yanshi continued to eat, he remembered his performance just now, fearing that she would misunderstand that he disliked bean sprouts, so he said, "In fact, it tastes good."

Jiang Rui glanced at him and said unceremoniously: "Your expression doesn't say that. It looked like I was feeding you poison."

Urhan curled his lips: "Although it tasted weird at first, but now it looks pretty good in retrospect. It looks like grass roots, much better than grass roots."

"Have you eaten grassroots?" Jiang Rui asked casually.

"I have eaten." Urhan nodded and squinted his eyes slightly. "The grass seeds were also dug out and eaten. The hungryest time, I ate a bone buried for more than two months."

Jiang Rui paused, "Why? Is there a famine?"

Even if there is a famine, his status in the ethnic group should not be reduced to the point of gnawing bones.

"No, I used to live with wolves." Urhan said.

Although most people in the tribe knew that he had lived with wolves for a long time, but Urhan never really talked about that experience. He was willing to listen to him now, so he didn't mind to talk about it.

The Di people thought that their profuse sweat was lost with the people before they were adopted by the wolves. In fact, Urhan was taken out of the group by his elder brother, the former Khan King, and then abandoned in the wolf clan territory.

He and the former King Khan have the same half-mother. Although the former King Khan was much older than him, at that time their father Khan obviously preferred Urhan’s mother, and he also expressed his desire to let his younger son inherit the throne. Therefore, the former King Khan was wary, and then he came up with such a poisonous scheme.

At that time, Urhan was six years old. Even though he was smart and strong since he was a child, such a small child had almost no chance of surviving in the wild. Fortunately, the rain was plentiful that year and the wolves did not lack prey. Into the food area.

Even so, he was low in the wolves at the beginning, and it was not easy to survive.

One winter, wolves failed to hunt twice in a row. After all, the physique of man was different from that of animals. He was too hungry. He went to dig out a bone buried two months ago, but was noticed by another wolf. The ranks of the wolves are strict, and the wolf's status is higher than that of Urhan, so it is confident to **** his food.

It was the closest to death after Urhan was abandoned. He had a strong instinct at the time. If he loses the food in his hand, he will be starved to death, and the wolves will eat his body unceremoniously. Under the shadow of death, he exploded to his full potential, killed the wolf, shared the wolf's corpse with the pack, and inherited its status in the pack.

Although he also paid the price of almost losing his life for this, he finally survived. He has lived to this day, returned to the race, and regained everything that belonged to him.

Jiang Rui thought of the scars he had seen on Urhan's body. His sturdy body was covered with scars. Not only were wounds by swords and blades, but also similar to tearing scars caused by beasts. He wanted to come to those scars. Left in the wolves.

"So the former King Khan..." She remembered the sudden death of the former King Khan. Is there any inside story?

Urhan looked at her and understood her unfinished meaning, but he suddenly grinned. He just curled his lips slightly than he usually did. Even if he smiled, his expression was different, and his expression was worthy of the name right now. Sly, "No, of course it wasn't I who killed him. The ancestors of the Di people must not aim the blade at their relatives, so I mad at him."

His tough and serious face was rarely proud of a bad boy. Jiang Rui looked at him and smiled unconsciously. With the connivance that only she knew, he gently shook his head.

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