The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 "These are the stoves you are talking about?" Cheng Chubi asked with an expression of disgust, pointing at the stoves with his fingers.

　　 "Yes, but what's wrong?" Cheng Ji and Chef Mei looked confused. This is not a stove, can it still be a stove?

　　...This can also be called a stove?

Cheng Chubi was really convinced, and he was also someone who had seen the world, no matter what the mud stoves, cement stoves, iron stoves, petrol barrel stoves for banquets in rural homes in the new era, or modern gas stoves and induction cookers, He hasn't seen any stove.

　　 But this obviously backward fire stove is really disappointing. No wonder that in this era, only cooking and frying can be used. Such a stove can be used with six fire holes, and the fuel burned is a small pile of hay.

　　 This thing wants to be a mouth-watering stir-fried kidneys and various seasonal vegetables, that’s what a dream...

　　 The dream of delicious food was shattered again, and Cheng Chubi's eyes were instantly moist.

　　 "What's the matter with the third son, isn't it ill?" Cheng Ji was so scared that his face was pale, and he asked in a low voice to Cheng Laosi.

　　 "Shut up! Have a hammer disease." Cheng Chubi shouted with a dark face. "I'm full of melancholy, feeling that I don't understand life?"

　　 "..." Cheng Laosi and Cheng Ji closed their mouths tightly, and didn't dare to say a word. What is the relationship between the disease and the hammer? Besides, what are you feeling sad about the cooking stove full of smoke?

It seems that I have to continue to persuade the third brother to drink the medicine at night, but Xiong Xin Leopard’s gall is already eaten, so I don’t want to talk to the eldest brother and the second brother, and let them go and get a few more beasts and come back to the third brother to continue to make up. shape?

　　 Cheng Laosi, who cared about his brother’s illness, had a complicated expression, and finally looked a little adult.

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　　 Is it really that hard to get a good meal? Cheng Chubi sat on the pony that was specially used for the little servant who blows the fire on weekdays, with a melancholy expression on his face.

　　 The kitchen staff and the young servants of Cheng Mansion were all shrunk aside and looked at each other. Cheng Laosi leaned forward somewhat tremblingly. "Brother, are you okay?"

　　 "Without hot pot, you can't even stir-fry, it still makes people live." Cheng Chubi said with a sad expression.

　　 Chef Mei's eyes lit up when he heard the word stir-fry. "If San Gongzi wants to eat stir-fried vegetables? It's not difficult."

　　 "Will you?" Cheng Chubi was dumbfounded, vaguely remembering that cooking should have only appeared in the Song and Yuan dynasties. After all, the kitchen utensils and cooking utensils had been improved at that time.

　　 In response to Cheng Chubi's gaze, Chef Mei showed a very confident smile on his face.

　　 "The villain has worked in the famous Dengyun Tower in Chang'an for over ten years. Although he dare not say he is good at cooking, he has done it many times."

　　 "What would you fry?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help feeling a little excited when he heard this answer.

　　 "Scrambled eggs and fried fat duck, these are the two favorite delicacies of Dengyunlou diners."

　　 "Brother, I often eat the scrambled eggs with Chef Mei, they are delicious." Cheng Laosi testified from the side.

　　 Seeing that Cheng Chubi had no objection, Chef Mei immediately copied four eggs and picked up the head of the kitchen chef. "Come here, add firewood, blow air, and, take a wok."

　　 "..." Cheng Chubi watched silently as the helping young man brought a pot with a thickness of at least one centimeter: the wok was placed on the fire.

　　 Then, a young servant was responsible for stuffing hay into the stove, a young servant puffed up his mouth and copied the fire stick to blow the fire in, but the tall chimney began to emit blue smoke.

　　 At this time, Chef Mei, who has already beaten the eggs, put a spoonful of animal fat in the pot, quietly...quietly...waiting for the animal fat to melt, slowly and silently...

　　 Just after the animal fat melts, Chef Mei is like tai chi. He slowly pours the beaten eggs into the pot, picks up a spoon, and starts to put it into the pot and stir clockwise and counterclockwise...

　　 Cheng Chubi's face was gradually darkened by firewood.

　　 "How about the third brother, Chef Mei's cooking skills are good? This spoon is really good." Cheng Laosi sucked and praised.

　　 Chef Mei became more and more crazy, showing off his superb cooking skills as he kept stirring in the pot with a spoon.

　　 "Fried eggs are different from steaming, braising, and boiling. The most important thing is the heat. If this heat is not enough, the eggs are still raw, and it is easy to have diarrhea after eating, but after the heat is over, the eggs may even be burnt."

　　 Brother had such cooking skills when he was seven years old. Thank you. He is also very particular about fire conditions. It takes almost a cigarette to fry an egg. Frying eggs is not so time-consuming.

　　 Cheng Chubi worked hard to make his expression look less boring and boring. "Well, this kind of cooking is really going to blind my eyes."

　　 "San Gongzi joked, but it's not that the villain is boasting. The villain has been learning cooking since childhood and has been learning cooking for nearly 30 years. The number of Changan that can surpass the villain is no more than ten fingers..."

　　 Seeing Chef Mei, who has a short neck and slender eyes, boasted there, Cheng Chubi just hehehe. It seems that the prosperity and development of Datang’s food culture still needs to be strengthened.

　　 Can this be the top ten in the long-term arrangement? If I were to come up with a means, wouldn't it be the new generation of God of Cooking who was placed on the shrine by the people of Datang crying and shouting, and offering incense to the new generation of God of Cooking.

A dish of scrambled eggs with a strong flavor was finally placed in front of Cheng Chubi. It was normal to sprinkle green onions on the fried eggs, but they were also mixed with tempeh, reminding Cheng Chubi that he had gone to the country. Poverty alleviation, I saw the rat feces mixed in the rice storage of poor people.

　　 Cheng Laosi, who was sucking saliva, tried his best to instigate, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, and Chef Mei's anticipation, Cheng Chubi reluctantly took up his chopsticks and took a sip.

　　The taste is desperately old, and the strong tempeh flavor fills the mouth, making Cheng Chubi's expression very complicated. I feel that what I eat is not a fragrant scrambled egg, but a plate of expired Rexiang.

　　 This is not the Datang on the tip of the tongue in my imagination, it is simply the Datang with flavor...

　　 The fourth old man also picked up his chopsticks, and killed the small half of the plate with three strokes and five divisions.

　　 "Brother, hey, Uncle Ji specially made it for you, you can eat it quickly, you will be gone if you don't eat it."

　　 "It's delicious?" Cheng Chubi looked at Cheng Laosi seriously, and saw him nodding frantically. "It's delicious with tempeh?"

　　 Cheng Laosi continued to nod frantically. "It's delicious, it won't taste good when it's cold, brother third."

　　 "It doesn't suit my appetite." Cheng Chubi just finished speaking.

　　 Cheng Ji picked up his chopsticks and drew a chopstick into his mouth, showing a look of disbelief.

　　 "This is the taste, San Gongzi, such delicious scrambled eggs don't suit your appetite?"

　　 "Yes, brother, the taste is so good, I can eat five dishes alone." Cheng Laosi nodded to help.

　　 Cheng's old four can't stop his chopsticks, making Cheng Chubi feel like a child from a poor family in the mountainous area who rarely eats a pack of three spicy noodles.

　　 Although it is Sanwu Junk Food, it has become the supreme delicacy in the mouths of children who have never seen it before.

　　Unexpectedly, Cheng Laosi from the dignified Lu Guogong Mansion, even a plate of scrambled eggs that is so unpalatable and incomparably ugly, is so delicious. Cheng Chubi can't help feeling a little sad, and Tang's food taste and style need to be improved.