The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"It's nothing, my daughter just wants to understand a truth."

Madam Wang turned her head and replied with a slight smile to her mother Liu Shi.

After all, Mrs. Wang put her hand on her forehead and fell asleep. Mrs. Liu, who wanted to talk, could only shut her mouth angrily when she saw her daughter like this.

Cheng Chubi and Li Ke fought on horseback, and the goal was not the Palace of the World, but the Xiyuan.

They were staying in the government office before, playing cards to kill time, but they were summoned by His Majesty the Tang Emperor.

I heard that His Majesty rushed to Xiyuan, and the guard also told the pair of brothers that Xiyuan now has more than 10,000 pregnant mares.

This news shocked the two shopkeepers who were obviously slack and dereliction of duty. There are many ways to eat gluten, but Chubi just wants to get some oil gluten and roasted gluten out, rinse one and bake one.

Soon, after the small dough **** were placed in the oil pan, they became very round and golden as if they were inflated.

Seeing that Li Ke and Fang Jun were amazed, Cheng Chubi had already exploded a small basket of oily gluten in a small amount of time.

"Brother Cheng San..." A cheerful shout made the busy Cheng Chubi turn his head.

I saw Li Mingda take a big step, giggling and laughing and running towards this side, behind her.

Wu Meiniang's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her lips fluttered happily, and she waved at Cheng Saburo, her slender figure was outstanding.

The next moment, after saying hello to Li Ke and Fang Jun, Li Mingda widened a pair of lovely black eyes and said wow.

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

Then the first thought was to ask Cheng Chubi.

"Brother Cheng San, what's so delicious?"

"This is called oil gluten. It can be cooked in hot pot or fried. It's very fragrant."

Hearing the three very fragrant words, Li Mingda nodded vigorously. "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 swelled oil gluten, he proudly displayed another delicious food.

"No problem, we'll eat this after we brush the mutton for a while. In addition, I also prepared roasted gluten for His Highness, that His Highness will definitely like it."

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

After the charcoal fire was ready, Cheng Chubi took the processed gluten with a knife and cut it through the bamboo skewer.

Hmm... These are also the remnants of those square bamboos. Rather than wasting them, it is better to let them continue to exert light and heat.

After wearing a dozen or so strips of gluten swiftly, a dozen or so skewers of mutton must be worn with fat.

This is a rule of thumb, kebabs, too thin meat tastes too chai, must have fat.

Even if the fatty meat is roasted directly, it will taste very delicious and crispy if it is roasted to the right temperature.

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

While rinsing the sauce, while rinsing the oil, under Cheng Chubi's swift movements, the gluten and mutton seemed to be sizzling with oil.

In a small amount of time, everyone was able to get away from the familiar smell of barbecue.

Li Mingda was standing beside Cheng Chubi, watching the third brother Cheng concentrate on grilling these meat skewers and gluten skewers.

From time to time, he quietly raised his eyes and looked at Brother Cheng San's well-defined and sturdy face.

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

Hu Shanggong still continued to work hard to maintain the character of his invisible person, standing quietly in the distance, not to disturb.

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

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

"Brother Cheng San, are you all right? I think it's so delicious, can I eat it?"

"Okay, wait a moment, Your Highness, I'll sprinkle some sesame seeds, that's alright... Your Highness will blow first, be careful of the heat."

"Mei Niang, you can take these strings and eat them quickly."

"Brother Chubi, what about ours?" The two background boards suddenly began to chatter unhappily.

Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes unwillingly, and this was only one person and two strings, and handed it over.

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

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

He picked up two strings and handed them to Hu Shanggong not far away. "I also invite Hu Shanggong to try it..."

Hu Shanggong, who had long been accustomed to Cheng Sanlang's generosity, gave in as usual, and then took it.

Once I took a bite, I couldn't tell for a while whether I was eating mutton or gluten. There was only one evaluation, and that was the fragrance...

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

"Ha, of course, because it is filled with the aroma and fat of mutton~www.wuxiaspot.com~, so it tastes like mutton."

"And there is a unique gluten smell, delicious, right?"

"Brother Chubi, let's bake some more, there's not enough to fill the gap between the teeth." Fang Jun has thrown the sign aside and started to urge.

What else could he do? Cheng Chubi had no choice but to continue to pick up a bunch of strings that he had already dealt with and set them on the fire.

"It's the last one, we're going to eat mutton in a while."

"I want to eat mutton, 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 arts sneaked up outside Qingyou Pavilion again.

He sniffed, with an expression that the old man didn't expect.

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

Then, with his hands on his back, he strode towards the pavilion with a straight face, and Eunuch Zhongbao, who was behind him, also took two deep breaths of the drifting fragrance.

Continuing to maintain a face that did not fluctuate in expression, he followed His Majesty the Great Tang Emperor towards Qingyou Pavilion.

In a small amount of time, Li Yuan sat on the pony with a golden knife, taking a sip of the essence of the wine, and the roasted gluten in one mouthful, eating with great joy...

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Shabu-shabu mutton, this is the way the northerners eat, and Cheng Chubi prefers Shabu-shabu.

But there is a problem. Old Cheng's family is in Chang'an, so if there are cattle, they can often be killed by accidents.

But this is the Jiucheng Palace. The Jiucheng Palace does not engage in farming or grazing. Cheng Chubi can't steal the people's cattle to create an accident.

Therefore, only mutton can be cooked, but since it is mutton, there must be a sense of ritual.

The copper pot is a must, and it must be the mandarin duck pot, which is the last stubbornness of a gourmet from the southwest.

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