The First Family of Tang Dynasty

The big hand pulled out twice, so that the few rice worms floating on the water were pulled out.

"Brother Chubi, what are these little bugs?" Fang Jun leaned forward curiously, exclaiming.

Cheng Chubi flew out a rice worm on his finger, proudly showing the common sense of southerners.

"This thing is called rice worms. Generally speaking, only old rice will be found. The new rice that just came out will not grow this thing."

"Brother Bi, what do you mean, this thing you made is Chen Mi?"

Li Ke frowned slightly and whispered with some pain.

"Brother Chubi, why do you have to ask them to get Chen Mi to soak, because how much cheaper Chen Mi is than Xin Mi?"

"???" Cheng Chubi was not well. It’s amazing because Chen Mi is a few cents cheaper than New Mi...

Immediately he glared fiercely at His Royal Highness, who was so poor all day long thinking about taking his loincloth to the pawnshop for two dollars.

"I'm also a dignified chief of the governor, anyhow, would you care about those few people with copper plates?"

"To make noodles, you have to use old rice. Is new rice impossible, do you know?"

"There must be a reason, right?" Fang Jun couldn't help but look at Brother Chu Bi suspiciously. He also had a trace of suspicion about the hard-working and thrifty housekeeper Chu Bi.

"Forget it, today I will give you a good science popularization, why use old rice for rice noodles."

"That's because the viscosity of the new rice is too good. The rice noodles made are too sticky and tend to clump together, making it difficult to mix."

"The viscosity of rice stored for one year will decrease, so the production of rice noodles will choose to use aged rice instead of new rice."

"Anyone who eats rice noodles without making new rice is always looking for faults, do you understand?"

Seeing that Brother Chu Bi was murderous, looking like he wanted to copy the soaked rice jar with morals, Li Ke and Fang Jun rolled their eyes and hurriedly nodded like garlic.

"Cheng Chengcheng, what do you like to do, let's just eat what we want?"

"Haha...just sensible." Cheng Chubi nodded slightly with satisfaction.

He moved his gaze and fell on the soybeans on the side. At this moment, these soybeans have also been soaked for a lot of time.

With a hand pinch, you can directly pinch the soybeans that have been full of water, and Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction.

It's not in vain to wait patiently for such a long time. Cold powder without fried soybeans is not perfect.

As for the coleslaw powder without chili, although it is even more imperfect, the problem is that I can’t swim across the Pacific for a bowl of coleslaw powder, right?

Therefore, sometimes incomplete beauty is also a kind of beauty, without the chilli powder, it is like Venus with a broken arm.

After comforting himself in this way, Cheng Chubi suddenly felt that his heart was a lot more balanced.

Anyway, I have made a lot of cornel oil, which is also a spicy red oil. Although it doesn't have the taste of chili, it has a spicy taste.

At the moment when Cheng Chubi was constructing his self-psychology, he happened to see Cheng Fa jumping back with two big swords.

"San Gongzi, the villain ran all over Luzhou City, and the steer pork that I only bought here, I didn't expect that there are so few steers in Luzhou."

"It seems that the promotion is still insufficient..." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but vomit when he heard this.

"I said, Brother Weide, this is your fault. As the chief governor, you should be responsible for such civil affairs."

Li Ke's entire face was dark, and his fingers pointed at his nose.

"Brother Chubi, can you be more serious, and you will let my grand captain go to promote the steer?"

"As the saying goes, food is the heaven of the people. We came to Luzhou, isn't it to solve the people's food, clothing, shelter and transportation?"

"Furthermore, you, the chief governor, will have to be here for half a year, except all day long, haha...you think, even your eldest brother raises pigs in the East Palace."

"He is not afraid of being laughed at, and he was praised by your dad for vigorously promoting steer breeding.

For the sake of the meat considerations of the people of Luzhou, you, the chief governor, vigorously call on the people to help promote the breeding of steers.

This is such a positive thing. Is it possible that your father would not reward you and still smoke you? "

"It's okay, I'll think about it, my little brother." Li Ke said with a painful expression on his face.

When it comes to Brother Chubi, he can speak out about the big thing, but then again, he was severely reprimanded by his father before.

An order of the governor of the capital was issued, calling on the people of Luzhou to breed steers, well... this is indeed a serious matter, and maybe my parents will also be comforted.

Just as Li Ke's eyes were rolling and weighing the pros and cons, Cheng Chubi took the two pieces of meat and began to look carefully.

One knife is pork belly, and the other is pork neck pork, but Guizhou people call this stuff "caotou".

This is a good piece of pork belly, fat and lean, very even, while the grooved pork is more fat and thinner.

Seeing the two pieces of meat, Li Ke and Fang Jun, the two guys who had been raised by Cheng Chubi for a long time, suddenly had their eyes brightened.

"Brother Chubi, this is the best pork belly. Are you going to use it for Dongpo meat?"

"Haha... of course not. This good pork belly is used to make soft whistle, as for this trough pork, it is used to make crisp whistle."

"Soft whistle, crisp whistle..." Li Ke couldn't help pursing his mouth. I really don't know how long Chu Bi's mind is, and for a while, he can think of a new kind of cuisine.

Cheng Chubi confessed that Cheng Da started to grind the rice milk, and he took these two pieces of meat and came to the cutting board, wearing a helmet and...

Put on an apron and a high hat, a standard chef style.

First, remove the skin of the pork belly and trough head first, and then wash and soak it well until all the blood is removed.

After washing the trough head meat, it was cut into large pieces and put into the pot for cooking. Here, the pork belly is under Cheng Chubi's knife.

Soon it became a strip of meat about two centimeters long and one centimeter in diameter. Soft whistles generally have to be cut like this.

Try to make each soft whistle have both fat and lean meat on it, so that it will be more delicious after it is made. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

When the pork belly was cut, the trough pork was rolled in the pot a few times and then fished out, and then washed and rinsed, and then cut into one-centimeter cubes of pork.

Li Ke and Fang Jun stood not far away, admiring Cheng Chubi's superb knife skills.

Fang Jun watched with admiration as Brother Chu Bi cut the knife like flying, but he cut so fast, there was almost no big difference between the diced meat.

"If Brother Chu Bi doesn't become an official and becomes a cook, he might become our top chef in Datang."

Li Ke shook his head and sighed like this.

"Even now, in Chang'an, there is no cook who can compare with Brother Chu Bi."

Well, the knife in Cheng Chubi's hand kept on, and the two brothers were flattering in his ears.

These words are clearly what they deliberately said to themselves, just to make them more delicious.