Cheng Chubi shook his head with a serious face and replied.

"Uncle, my nephew, and His Royal Highness have already considered it repeatedly when they conceived the plan."

"If it is to make meat that requires bowls and chopsticks, how many bowls and chopsticks we need to prepare is enough. This is an unrealistic question."

"Can't you just prepare dozens of pairs?" Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh.

Cheng Chubi happily. "Uncle, as the saying goes, sickness comes from the mouth, a pair of common chopsticks were inserted into the dinner plate to take food into their mouths.

This will definitely touch their saliva, and the next person will continue to use it. Isn't it the same as kissing all the people who have used this pair of chopsticks before?

This method is very unhealthy, and it is not worth promoting at all. "

"..." Li Shimin's face turned black into old bacon that had been smoked in the kitchen for decades. God's disguised kiss...

I thought of the scene where a group of rough masters pouted and took turns pinching a pair of chopsticks.

Li Ke hugged his belly and twisted his head, his other hand pinched his thigh vigorously.

Zhao Kun made a puff, quickly raised his head, and looked at the beams of the Ganlu Temple earnestly, but he looked at the beams with a red face and was very happy.

If someone who doesn't know the reason sees this scene, he might misunderstand what he has evil thoughts about that thick and round beam.

This bastard, everything is good, just has a mouth that doesn't quit.

Li Shimin held back the nausea, pointed like a sword, leaned over the case table, almost poked his finger on the bridge of Cheng Chubi's nose.

"Next time you talk nonsense to me, get out by yourself and get a twenty hip stick."

"Yeah, yeah, my nephew made a mistake, uncle, don't blame it."

Cheng Chubi quickly lowered his head to avoid being affected by Uncle Li's spitting stars.

Li Shimin just sat back angrily and patted the case a few times and shouted. "Then what solution do you want to use?"

Cheng Chubi cautiously explained when he saw the grumpy face of the emperor's bigwig.

"What we are going to make is meat that doesn't require bowls and chopsticks, such as steamed buns, or all kinds of chopped stewed vegetables."

"Of course there will be a small amount of dishes that are cooked now, but they are all convenient for the people to eat."

"Therefore, we will prepare a large amount of thick oil paper, and the staff will distribute the meat to the people for tasting."

A picture appeared in Li Shimin's mind, countless people holding oiled paper in their hands, and then just feasted, frowning.

"Will it be too unsightly, it's all over the street, eating like this..."

At this time, an **** came to report, Changsun Wuji and several important officials asked to see him, and there was government affairs consultation.

Li Shimin can only tell Cheng Chubi and Li Ke.

"You better think of a safer way, at least not to let the people eat on the street like this."

Seeing that Cheng Chubi was still about to speak, Li Shimin couldn't help but stared at it.

"Shut up, solve it by yourself, don't bother the old man with such trivial things."

Cheng Chubi could only withdraw from the Ganlu Hall with Li Ke grimace, and the two brothers left the Ganlu Hall for a while.

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but asked Li Ke. "Hyun brother, do you have any good ideas?"

Li Ke spread his hands, with an expression of love. "You don't even have Xiongtai, let alone my little brother."

Cheng Chubi couldn't help being a little big head, and so was Uncle Li, who actually tabooed this, but if you think about it carefully, it's right.

After all, only Asan barbarians can grab and eat with their hands, and the Chinese nation must not give up the dignity of using dishes.

"What can I do then? Your father is not happy to get the people to take food directly with his hands."

Li Ke spread his hands again, very helpless and authentic.

"What else can I do, little brother, I can't let the people provide the tableware by themselves..."

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he looked at Li Ke carefully.

"Oh, see, brother Xian, this is a good way."

Li Ke's face was pulled straight down, and he looked at the moved brother Chu Bi with a black line.

"Brother Chubi, can you spare the little brother? What a good idea is this? Think about it, if the initial publicity will see results."

"In case the 10,000 to 20,000 people bring their own bowls and chopsticks, don't you think that picture is terrifying?"

"..." Cheng Chubi thought about it carefully. If it were in later lives, there might be a fussing media that would pull up shocking headlines.

"Chang'an City was shocked to find that tens of thousands of people without food and clothing can only beg with broken bowls along the street. Is there a problem with the court or the inaction of the Chang'an county magistrate? 》

"On the Impact of "Yesterday's Chang'an Wanmin Begging Activity" on the Tang Dynasty Court..."

"Friends of all countries are surprised that there is a large-scale mass begging epidemic in Chang'an, which is enough to see the food crisis in the flourishing Tang Dynasty."

Li Ke saw Cheng Chubi standing still on the spot at this moment, his expression was very complicated, as if he was in trouble, and as if he was remembering something.

"Brother Chubi, Xiongtai?" Li Ke pushed Dingcheng Chubi with his elbow. "What are you stupefied?"

Cheng Chubi slapped his lips and couldn't help feeling very worried. The two swayed out of the palace and jumped on their respective mounts, planning to find a place to squat and do a brainstorming to see if this problem can be solved. To solve it.

Only then, Cheng Chubi saw a merchandiser walking on the street carrying two baskets of goods.

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but his eyes lit up ~lightnovelpub.net~ and rode his horse to the front. "Selling man, stop."

The merchandiser saw this brave young and noble young man turn over and jump off his horse, and quickly put down the goods on his body, and smiled flatteringly.

"The son, I don't know if the son wants to buy some... hey hey?"

The shopkeeper saw with a bewildered look that the tall and burly valiant prince snatched his cargo-carrying pole.

What's going on with this special lady, this young man in Huafu, who is obviously not short of expenses, is going to rob inferior rouge gouache in broad daylight?

Li Ke also looked dumbfounded. "Brother Chubi, what are you doing?"

Looking at that simple and unpretentious, it is clear that it is a bamboo pole made by cutting a bamboo pole.

A flash of light flashed in Cheng Chubi's mind, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Good baby, hahaha..."

"Gong, gong, gong, this is the bamboo pole..." The shopkeeper was about to split apart.

Isn't this young man having a problem with his eyes or a problem with his brain?

"??" Li Ke was square, staring blankly at Lu Guo Gong's Cheng Saburo.

The famous and talented Cheng Taichang of the Great Tang Dynasty, holding a bamboo pole under the public, shouted hello baby...

Excitedly looking at the bamboo pole that had inspired him, Cheng Chubi turned his head back.

Seeing Li Ke's slanted eyes, as if he was ashamed of himself, he couldn't help but anger.

"Brother Xian, what's your expression? Seeing if this stuff is not there, Brother Yu, I already have a solution to the tableware problem."