The First Family of Tang Dynasty

The senior and middle-level cadres of the old Cheng family all turned black. Who can understand these ghosts?

Cheng Chubi didn't bother to explain to them what prescription body was. He couldn't understand higher and he had to retain a little sense of mystery.

"Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, will be responsible for the pig feed...well, I will tell Uncle Fu about the composition of your formula later.

As for how to build a pig house and recruit manpower, you have to trouble Uncle Sheng and Uncle Ying. "

"Purchasing piglets, then you need to help Uncle Ji, Uncle Heping, and the piglets can be picked slowly to prevent sick pigs from entering the pen."

As Cheng Chubi assigned them methodically, everyone carefully wrote down their own tasks.

As for the construction of the pig house, including the structural drawings, Cheng Chubi also gave it to Cheng Sheng and Cheng Ying.

"Those three sons, let's say goodbye first..."

Cheng Chubi stopped everyone, smiling authentically.

"What's the hurry? The emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers. You have never tasted the pigs raised by our old Cheng family. You might worry about it when you start things.

Uncle Fu, today we will pick the fattest pig and let everyone have a taste of whether our old Cheng’s pork is delicious. "

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, couldn't help but smile at the thought of the pork-related delicacies from the son's hands.

"Haha... The third son is reasonable, so hey, let's make arrangements for the old man."

Cheng Chubi couldn't help feeling a little energetic when the stewards left with full enthusiasm.

I came to the Datang Zhenguan period. Finally started to do big things. As the saying goes, if you want to get rid of poverty and become rich, you should have fewer children and raise more pigs.

Hmm...In this era, children must have more children and pigs must be raised more. The two tracks go in parallel, so that Datang can become more prosperous and powerful.

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"That's not right... this smell is still a bit wrong..."

Li Chengqian reluctantly changed to another dish and tasted it, his brows were closed, as if he had encountered some major problem.

Seeing Ning Zhong's face inexplicably, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the **** who delivered the meal.

The eunuch's face turned pale, and he shook his head innocently at Ning Zhong.

"Grandpa Ning, the kid did what the third son Cheng had done, and didn't move at all."

Li Chengqian noticed the expression of the **** in charge. Fortunately, the prince always treated people kindly and smiled and calmed down.

"It's okay, maybe Gu is bitter today, and when I eat something, I feel a little bit wrong."

"Your Majesty, the servant girl dare to swear to the sky, the servant girl has been staring at the cooks, absolutely not slack in the slightest."

"Okay, okay, what a big deal... Well, it's almost used alone, so let's remove these first..."

Following Li Chengqian's words, the **** in charge nodded and bowed forward to clean up all the leftovers, and exited the side hall of Lizhengdian.

Ning Zhong approached Li Chengqian and looked at Li Chengqian in a puzzled manner. "Could it be today's dishes, your Royal Highness has already eaten a bit tired."

"Or tomorrow, how about the servants let them change the recipes?"

"Yeah..." Li Chengqian thought for a while, couldn't help but smile a little embarrassingly.

"It must be Gu's appetite, which has been spoiled by Brother Chu Bi's craftsmanship. Not to mention, I will change to other dishes tomorrow."

Ning Zhong saw that Li Chengqian was like this, so naturally he couldn't say anything more.

However, when Li Chengqian started his lunch break, Ning Zhong quietly rushed to the restaurant chef and severely reprimanded the staff of these restaurant chefs.

Let them change to a new dish tomorrow.

"Remember, if there is another problem tomorrow, don't blame our family for not being affectionate." Ning Zhong gave these guys a suspicious look, and then walked away in angrily.

The **** in charge sighed helplessly, looking at the aggrieved cook.

"Chef Deng, if you have any needs for the ingredients, just come and find our house, but don't have to go on a business trip tomorrow."

Chef Deng felt aggrieved to give a salute to the **** in charge, and then touched his chin, wondering what was going on with today's dishes.

"The old man still cooks for His Royal Highness according to the techniques taught by General Cheng before. Is it possible that there is a problem?"

"Master, no, what the disciple has been staring at, as well as those procedures and heat conditions, are all recorded in this booklet. There is no difference."

"The materials are correct, and the ingredients are correct, so why does your Highness say that your mouth is bitter..."

Chef Deng scratched his scalp with a frown. It was the person above who said something, and the person below ran and broke his leg.

"Father, or else, let's try the production again, taste the taste for ourselves, and see what's going on?" Deng Xiaochu, the son and proud disciple of Chef Deng asked in a low voice.

"Then...that line, come here, copy guys, and get another copy of the ingredients that were just prepared for your Royal Highness."

As soon as Chef Deng started, the entire restaurant chef started again. Today’s dishes are not complicated, such as lamb soup, fried rabbit meat, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a cold skin jelly.

Chef Deng picked up the bowl and chopsticks and began to taste the re-cooked dishes.

"The skin jelly is okay, and the ingredients are still provided by General Cheng. The ingredients used are soy sauce, mashed garlic and vinegar."

"This haggis soup, um, tastes not much different from the past..."

"Huh?...There is indeed something wrong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What's wrong?" Chef Deng's heart suddenly raised.

"Cook, these two stir-fries don't taste right... Father, try it." Chef Deng's brows were tightly locked together.

After Chef Deng held a chopstick for each of the two dishes, his brows were frowned and his face was full of panic.

"What's the matter? When I fried this dish two days ago, there was no bitterness at all."

At this time, the managing **** also rushed over. After hearing this, he tasted two chopsticks personally, and his face couldn't help but look hard.

"What exactly is going on?"

"If it's the ingredients, it's impossible for both types of cooking to have problems." Chef Deng shook his head slowly and explained.

"Father, is it a matter of material?"

"Yes, check the seasoning." Chef Deng nodded, his eyes falling on the handymen.

"In the past two days, have you added any seasonings?"

"Back to Chef Deng, I added pepper, Tengjiao, cornel, and salt."

"Bring them all..." The **** in charge's expression was so gloomy that he was afraid of others. Could it be that some **** had a problem with the condiments.

The three of them took their mouths personally, and put all kinds of seasonings in their mouths to taste. The pepper is no problem, the vine pepper is no problem, and the cornel is no problem.

Salt, as always, the salt is bitter...

"No problem..."

"Then, what's going on?" The three people looked at each other with dumbfounded expressions.

"Father, that seems to be wrong... the salt color is wrong."