So what if I, as a chef, make elixirs?

"Tsk, this knife work, my master is afraid that he can only barely cut out a rough shape. "

The imperial chef, who is known for his knife skills, gently lifted the petals of the white chrysanthemum blooming in the water, and each one was extremely even.

"Awesome, awesome!".

"This young man looks at the young knife skills but is so proficient, I am afraid that he is a famous kitchen staff in the medicine clan. "

Yaochen no longer paid attention to them, the things here were extremely simple, but there was no shortage of pots and pans.

Yaochen carefully observed the stove they were using, which was a thin cylindrical pillar of low stone.

The stone pillar was about waist length, and there was a large hole in the middle, and the charcoal fire and dry wood in it were slightly emitting heat at the moment.

There is a small hole in the mouth of the stone pillar, which should be an exhaust and explosion-proof device for exchanging air, and there is a bellows at the bottom that can automatically rebound.

Yaochen first set up a cauldron, then poured it full of nearby mountain spring water, pinched a pinch of salt and put it into the water, and quickly stepped on the bellows under his feet.

After a while, the water in the pot boiled slightly, and Yaochen immediately stopped and threw the pheasant in the storage ring into the hot water.

Soon the brilliant feathers of the pheasant were wet with boiling water, the pores contracted in the heat, and the hair removal was extremely easy.

With the Xuanling hand on his hand, he quickly cleaned the hot chicken feathers, and scooped out a scoop of mountain spring water to quickly cool down the chicken skin.

Too high a temperature can cause microorganisms inside the chicken to multiply, which can affect the taste of the meat.

Pushing away the imperial chefs who were holding the chopping board to look at the white radish, Yaochen chopped off the chicken's feet and made another opening in the chicken's neck.

What he's going to do is deboning the whole chicken!

It's a technique that examines chef patience, knife skills, and an understanding of chicken.

The distribution of chicken bones was all too familiar, and the huge knife was as elegant as a carving knife in his hand.

Cut open the muscles, feel for the clavicle and conjunctiva, and carefully remove the sac, which is full of undigested food residues from the chicken.

After cutting the tendons linking the shoulders and pectoralis major muscles, flip the two wings from the root and dislocate.

"Gaba!".

The bones of the wings are detached from the bones of the main trunk, and the tendons on the other side are cut again, and the thumb and index finger are carefully inserted, and the chicken breast and loin are slowly buckled down the bones under the collarbone.

He then followed the chicken bones to the junction at the back, where he carefully dislocated the chicken thigh along the root.

The chicken retreats from only two bones, and this bone is hidden in the spine above the chicken's buttocks, and if you don't hold down this place first and start to dislocate, it is easy to tear the chicken skin.

The

joints between the limbs and the main trunk have been disconnected, and Yaochen tugged on the neck of the chicken and carefully pulled out the ribcage completely.

The last thing to pay attention to is the part where the rectum of the chicken is connected, and it is necessary to carefully cut off the upper part of the part, otherwise it will leave a hole.

The internal organs were completely pulled out along with the ribcage, and Yao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and then he only had to flip the chicken over and take out the bones of the limbs.

The

bones of the limbs were not at all a big deal compared to the ribcage, and the flesh was shaved off little by little, and with a stroke of the knife, most of the flesh of the chicken was completely removed.

The

part between the chicken wings is completely connected by the skin and bones, so there is no need to remove it, so the rice wine is smeared on the chicken, and the skin and meat are turned over again and placed in a basin soaked in mountain spring water.

Yaochen wiped the sweat from his forehead, this kind of chicken deboning technique was very popular in the past, but the turmoil went too fast, and Yaochen hadn't tried it for a long time.

After completely separating the chicken's internal organs from the bones, Yaochen boiled a pot of boiling water again.

Only this time, when the water was still cold, he threw the chicken bones into the water, poured a small bowl of rice wine to remove the fishy smell, and added ginger and shallots.

He guessed that Yan Zheng's anorexia must be related to the five internal organs in his body, and the effect of shallots, which is to wash the hair and cut the marrow, should be able to help him.

The blower under his feet stepped rhythmically, and Yaochen began to prepare the side dishes while paying attention to the situation in the pot.

Cutting the onion into pieces, then breaking it into slices and setting it aside, he was going to use the effect of the onion to make the chicken more palatable.

The previous lemon he did not waste, separating the flesh and the peel part, completely removing the white layer on top.

The skin of the lemon has a unique fragrance, and when stewed into the soup, it can supercharge and refresh the flavor, but the white part contains a slight bitterness, which is not conducive to the mouth.

Putting the peel and flesh of the lemons into the bowls, he closed his eyes and remembered that the most important ingredient in the food tonic diet was yam, which he had read in the Shuge before.

The medicinal properties of yam are mild, and it enters the spleen and stomach, which is a very good tonic for the fragile stomach of anorexia patients.

But the yam concocted by this medicine clan was not the Huai yam recorded in the pharmacopoeia of his previous life after all, so he tried to grab a small handful from the storage ring, about 50 grams, and put it aside for later use.

After a while, the chicken broth boiled, and Yaochen quickly removed all the impurities and softened green onion and ginger.

Don't care about the bellows anymore, let the residual temperature of the charcoal fire continue to force out the essence of the chicken skeleton.

He turned to the second stove and began to boil oil, pulling out the savage pork that had been marinated earlier from the storage ring.

At this moment, the fat of the ferocious pork has become transparent, and the lean part is bright red and oily, and it has been marinated into a piece of delicious salted meat.

Cut the bacon into three portions, each the size of a ping-pong ball, and fry them in a pan over low heat.

The fat of the pork turned from a milky white to brown yellow, and the salty smell filled the air, and he immediately fished out the slightly charred salted meat on the surface.

While the pot is still a little warm, pour in the onion and stir-fry to bring out the aroma.

When the onion begins to be a little transparent, take it out, and the pot is filled with sesame oil with the aroma of meat and green onions.

He turned around and lifted the pot containing the chicken broth, pouring in the chicken bone broth, and the skeleton was trapped.

"Sting!".

The moment the oil and water were mixed, the high temperature drove the molecules of the smell to move rapidly, and everyone began to notice the movement of the medicine.

Emperor Yan Zheng had just poured down the big bowl of white porridge at this moment, and was resting and waiting to drink the next medicinal soup.

But the aroma emanating from Yaochen's side completely attracted him.

"Good smell ......

".

He got up with a muttered voice and walked to the makeshift dining room.

The

imperial chefs who were still looking at the white radish flowers before all moved their eyes to Yaochen's pot.

The slightly cloudy chicken broth churned in the pot, and the peculiar aroma made their saliva a little uncontrollable.

"What kind of soup is this? Why is there nothing but it has the same aroma as soup?"

The soup is a clear broth made from pork, chicken, ham, and other ingredients, and it was made in large quantities every day at the hotel in Yakuchen's previous life, and the soup was based on almost all dishes.

Yaochen didn't care about the discussion of the people around him, put the lemon peel and yam into the pot and simmered, and after the chicken broth boiled for 10 minutes, he took out the lemon peel.

He's about to start seasoning, adding a pinch of salt as a base and fresh honey from catching pheasants as the finishing touch.

The vitamin C in the secret weapon lemon juice is extremely intolerant to high temperatures, so Yaochen added a slice of fresh lemon juice after serving a bowl of chicken broth.

When you put it on the tip of your nose and smell it, you can only feel that the refreshing citrus flavor comes to your face, and the flavor of pheasant is hidden in it.

He was satisfied with the bowl and was about to go to find Yan Zheng, but found that he was surrounded by people at this moment.

Everyone looked curiously at the chicken soup in his hand.

They all knew that Yao Chen had given the little prince the fruit that was so sour that they frowned before, and they didn't know who this bowl of "poisonous soup" was going to harm at the moment.

Yaochen looked around, and soon saw Yan Zheng beside him, and he smiled and handed the bowl of fresh chicken soup to Yan Yuan.

"Your Majesty, this is the chicken soup I made for you, please try it. "

Yan Zheng stared at the bowl of chicken soup in his hand with wide eyes, he didn't see how Yaochen made the soup before, but he could see clearly the appearance of adding the lemon juice at the end.

'This kid is trying to hurt me!'

Yan Zheng thought so in his heart, he couldn't have imagined that this young man in front of him, who looked harmless and smiling, was so vicious in his heart, he had just finished tossing his little son, and he was going to harm himself again!

He took the bowl of chicken soup tremblingly, and his heart was pounding, but this is the realm of other people, and he can't wipe the face of their medicine clan.

"Thank you for the soup!".

The corners of his eyes were red, as if he was about to go to the execution ground, he also went to the battlefield with his father when he was young, and he also killed many enemies with his extraordinary talent, but none of them were as tragic as this bowl of chicken soup.

Yan Zheng just wanted to drink the chicken soup, but was stopped by Yan Wuxia on the side.

She looked at her father with red eyes, and bit her red lip lightly.

"Father, let me come. "

She wanted to take over this bowl of chicken soup to suffer for her father, but although Yan Zheng was weak, the strength in her hands did not diminish.

Yan Wuxia couldn't hold him, and watched his father drink the bowl of chicken soup in one gulp.

The little prince saw that his father was about to drink the bowl of sour things, and couldn't help crying.

But everyone didn't expect that Yan Zheng took a sip of chicken soup and didn't put down the bowl and spit it out.

I saw Yan Sheng's Adam's apple slowly rolling back and forth under the bowl.

"Toot ...... Honk...... Toot ......

".

It wasn't until Yan Zheng drank the soup bowl and put it down that everyone clearly saw that the emperor's originally sickly and godless eyes began to burst out!

"Father?".

"Your Majesty?".

The people around couldn't help but exclaim, the emperor, who originally felt disgusting even if he drank water, let alone drinking soup, actually drank the chicken soup cleanly.

It wasn't just an illusion or something, the emperor's originally dry yellow skin began to turn rosy, like a shower of rain on the parched earth.

"Delicious. "

The emperor was stunned for a long time before he said these two words, not because he didn't know how to taste, but because the taste of this soup was too rich, no matter how he evaluated it, he couldn't describe it, he could only say the word delicious.

Yaochen looked at Yan Zheng's somewhat regained appearance and smiled.

"Don't just drink the soup, let's eat the yam too. "

Yan Zeng just thought about refusing, but found that the disgusting feeling in his heart was gone at this moment.

He swallowed his saliva and reached out to grab the yams.