The First Family of Tang Dynasty

There are many ways to eat gluten. In the process, Chubi just wants to get some oily gluten and roasted gluten, and cook them one by one.

Soon, after the small noodle **** were put in the pan, they became very round and golden as if they were inflated.

Seeing Li Ke and Fang Jun were amazed, Cheng Chubi had already exploded a small basket of oily gluten with little effort.

"Brother Cheng San..." A cheerful shout made Cheng Chubi, who was busy, turned his head.

I saw Li Mingda take a big step, giggled and ran towards this side, behind her.

Wu Meiniang squinted her eyes slightly, the corners of her lips fluttered happily, and waved at Cheng Saburo, her slim figure and style was outstanding.

The next moment, after greeted Li Ke and Fang Jun, Li Mingda widened his lovely black eyes and let out a wow.

She saw it, saw a basket full of golden balls.

Then the first thought was to ask Cheng Chubi.

"Brother Cheng San, what is this delicious?"

"This is called oily gluten. It can be shabu-shabu or fried. It's very fragrant."

Li Mingda nodded vigorously when he heard the three fragrant words. "I want to eat too."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud in front of Li Mingda.

After Cheng Chubi happily fished out the last few swollen oily gluten, he proudly displayed another delicacy.

"No problem, we will eat this lamb in a while. In addition, I also prepared roasted gluten for His Royal Highness. His Royal Highness will definitely like it."

"Okay, okay, Brother Cheng San is the best." Li Mingda's eyes changed, his eyes were full of stars.

After the charcoal fire is made, Cheng Chubi takes the processed gluten with a knife and passes it through the bamboo skewers.

Hmm... these are also leftovers of the square bamboo. Instead of wasting it, let them continue to use light and heat.

After wearing a dozen gluten swiftly, he wore a dozen skewers of mutton, which must be the kind of mutton with fat.

This is a talk of experience, grilled lamb skewers, too lean meat to eat too much wood, it must have fat.

Even if the fat is grilled directly, it will taste very delicious and crispy if it is grilled until the heat is reached.

The gluten and lamb are mixed together and placed on a specially made barbecue grill.

While the sauce was being rinsed, while the oil was being rinsed, under Cheng Chu's swift movements, the gluten and mutton seemed to be simmering in oil.

With little effort, everyone was able to leave the familiar barbecue aroma.

Li Mingda was standing next to Cheng Chubi, watching Cheng San's brother grilling these kebabs and gluten skewers intently.

From time to time, he quietly raised his eyes and looked at the sharply chiseled face of Cheng San's brother.

When Cheng Saburo looked at her occasionally, Li Mingda would show a sweet smile, as gorgeous as the sun.

Hu Shanggong continued to work hard to maintain his own set of invisible people, standing quietly in the distance without disturbing him.

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Li Mingda glanced at the golden roasted lamb and gluten, and then at the third brother Cheng.

That look seems to be comparing Cheng San's brother and the delicacy who is more delicious.

"Brother Cheng San, are you okay? I think it's so fragrant, can I eat it?"

"Okay, your Highness wait a minute, I'll sprinkle some sesame seeds, it's okay... Your Highness blows first, and carefully burns."

"Mei Niang, take these bunches and eat them quickly."

"Brother Chubi, where's ours?" The two background boards suddenly began to twist unwillingly.

Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes unwillingly, and then passed them over to one person and two strings.

"That's it?" Li Ke saw his sister and Wu Meiniang's three or four strings, and then looked at the two pitiful strings in his hand, his eyes puffed up unwillingly.

"Why do you eat so much, will you eat hot pot for a while?" Cheng Chubi said unhappily.

He picked up two strings, came not far away, and handed them to Hu Shang Palace. "Also invite you to try Hu Shanggong..."

Hu Shanggong, who had been accustomed to Cheng Saburo's generosity for a long time, gave them a few sentences as usual and received them.

I bite it down, and for a while, I can’t tell the difference. Whether I ate lamb or gluten, there is only one evaluation, that is, fragrant...

"Wow, it's delicious, Brother Cheng San, this gluten tastes like lamb."

"Ha, of course, because it is soaked in the aroma and fat of lamb, it tastes like lamb."

"Moreover, there is a unique gluten fragrance. Isn't it delicious?"

"Brother Chubi, let's bake some more, there is not even enough space between the teeth to fill." Fang Jun already threw the sign aside and began to urge.

What else could be done, Cheng Chubi could only helplessly continue to pick up a handful of strings that had been processed and put them on the fire.

"The last one. We'll have mutton-shabu in a while."

"I want to eat hot lamb too." Li Mingda said loudly, chewing on the fragrant gluten.

At this time, a black-faced old man who smelled incense and didn't talk about martial ethics appeared again sneakily outside Qingyou Pavilion.

Sniffing his nose, there was no expression on his face that the old man expected.

"The old man knows that as long as this kid doesn't make troubles, it's not because he's playing cards, or he's tinkering with food."

Then with his hands on his back, he walked towards the pavilion with a look of course, and the father-in-law Zhongbao behind him also took two deep breaths of the scent that drifted over.

Continue to maintain a face without expression fluctuations, and follow His Majesty the Great Emperor of Tang towards Qingyou Pavilion.

With little effort, Li Yuan sat on the pony with a golden sword, taking a sip of the essence of the wine and roasting the gluten, eating happily...

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Shubu mutton, this is the northerner's way of eating, Cheng Chubi prefers to shabu beef.

But there is a problem. The old Cheng's family is in Chang'an. At any rate, there are cattle that can often lead to cattle deaths due to accidents.

But this is the Jiucheng Palace, and the Jiucheng Palace neither engages in farming nor grazing. Cheng Chubi can't stealthily buy the people's cattle to cause accidents.

Therefore, you can only cook mutton, but since it is mutton, you have to have a sense of ritual.

Copper pot is a must, and it must be Yuanyang pot, which is the last stubbornness of a gourmet from the Southwest.

Can't help shook his head in disgust. "Cheng Saburo, don't you waste a little too much?"