The First Family of Tang Dynasty

　　 The little guys in the kitchen nodded one after another, and they seemed to agree with these two statements.

　　 "You can insult eggs, but please don't insult the scrambled egg dish." Cheng Chubi's face sank and said flatly.

　　 He seemed to see a thin and rickety back, busy in the kitchen, as the oil fume overflowed, the tangy aroma of chopped green onion and eggs seemed to be coming...

　　 "???"

　　 Chef Mei's face turned black, and he looked at Young Master Cheng with grief and anger. These words are too heartbreaking. I think I am a famous chef in the Chang'an food circle.

　　If the culinary skills are not good, your Lu Guo Gongfu will spend a lot of money to invite me to become a chef? Scrambled eggs, the old man has also fried this stuff for nearly ten years anyway, there are not 10,000 dishes but at least three to five thousand dishes. And you, you actually said that I insulted the dish of scrambled eggs?

　　 "Brother Mei, you know what the third son of my family is about, but you have to stay steady..."

　　 Cheng Ji, with a long neck, saw the short-necked Chef Mei who was about to blow his lungs. He pointed to his head and frantically suggested with a wink.

　　 Chef Mei let out a suffocating breath, smiled reluctantly and was about to speak, suddenly his face changed. "Three, why did San Gongzi cry?"

　　 Everyone noticed that Cheng Chubi, who had just been saddened, had red eyes at this moment, and there was glitter in his eye sockets.

　　 "Brother, let's not insult the egg anymore, will we return to the house?" Cheng Laosi leaned forward in shock.

　　 Seeing Cheng Laosi's distorted expression and the frightened look of others, Cheng Chubi was unhappy.

　　 "I'm fine, go, get four more eggs, I remember there is vegetable oil in the kitchen. Bring me a can, and bring me the copper basin where I washed my face before."

　　 "Three brothers, what are you doing?" Cheng Laosi and the others were all dumbfounded. You can understand when you take eggs and vegetable oil. What does it mean to take a copper basin for washing?

　　 "I know what I'm going to do, so I don't want to go soon." Cheng Chubi said impatiently.

　　 "Well, the third son, you don't know what to do. You are all stunned and do not follow the third son's instructions." Cheng Ji turned his head and blinked frantically.

　　 Once the kitchen staff understood, they hurriedly followed the orders of the three sons who were about to fall ill to get all kinds of utensils.

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　　 Cheng Chubi first put the clean copper basin on the stove. Fortunately, the mouth of the stove is also round, and the size is also suitable when placed, but the bottom of the pot is a little flat. Then beat the egg flowers methodically.

　　 I saw that Cheng Chubi poured the oil when the copper basin was burnt and changed color slightly, and then poured the egg liquid into the copper basin around the edge of the copper basin.

Then I carefully turned the copper basin until the egg liquid was tumbling in the hot oil and bubbling, and then I started to gently push the spoon to let the egg liquid all mature, and then use the edge of the copper spoon to cut the solidified egg liquid. .

After 　　, sprinkle the tender green onions into the copper basin, quickly stir-fry a few times, and then put them on the prepared plate.

　　 Everyone saw a plate of light yellow with emerald green and white, exuding a seductive fragrance.

　　 "It's so fragrant...what kind of delicious it is, and it's so good-looking." Cheng Laoshi, who had been near the stove, almost dripped water.

　　 Chef Mei, who was very uneasy in his heart, stared in disbelief when he looked at the scrambled eggs in front of him.

　　 This completely refreshed his three views and subverted his cognition that he has been engaged in culinary art for more than 30 years.

　　 "No, how can scrambled eggs be fried like this?"

　　 "This is called scrambled eggs..." Cheng Chubi smiled triumphantly when he saw the shocking gaze of the crowd of people around him. Reach out to the chopsticks next to him, eh? Hey? Hey? …

　　 Cheng Lao Si had already acted first, picked up the chopsticks, took a chopstick, and delivered it to his mouth.

　　 "Hot, wow... so hot... wow, so fragrant, delicious... hot, hot..." Everyone looked at Cheng Laosi, who was leading the way with a grin and a grin. I always feel that this is the one who is crazy.

　　 Uncle Ji also took a bite, and his eyes lit up. "It's so fragrant and so fresh."

　　 "Brother, how did you do it?" Cheng Laosi stuck out his tongue and asked curiously.

　　 The original lively scene suddenly fell silent, and a pair of eyes fell on Cheng Chubi.

　　 Yeah, the third son of Cheng is like the other sons, if they say they have a good hand in drinking and playing an axe, they admit it, but they don't know how to cook.

　　 Seeing the pair of suspicious super-qings, Cheng Chubi was displeased. I am a person with a headache. If you ask such questions, don’t you treat me as a normal person?

　　 "Did you forget that there are three old white beard grandpas in my head?"

　　 Cheng Lao Si is totally fascinated. "Third brother, didn't Grandpa Whitebeard teach you medicine, how can he teach you cooking?"

　　 Cheng Chubi hahaha. "You asked this question very well. This time I taught my third brother the white beard grandfather in yellow clothes."

　　 "What about the last time?"

　　 "The last time I taught my third brother was the white-bearded grandfather in red."

　　 Cheng Chubi patted the melon seeds on the head of the fourth child of Cheng. The bear child is still very useful sometimes. He gave himself several steps and satisfactorily solved the reason why he knew how to cook.

　　 Seeing this satisfied third son, the kitchen staff suddenly became trembling.

　　 Thinking of San Gongzi's head squatting in his head, an old man with three white beards in a red, yellow and blue robe, I asked you if you were afraid?

　　 At this moment, a servant from UU reading www.uukanshu.com came to send a message, saying that it was Yuan Tiangang and Sun Simiao who came to visit.

　　 Cheng Chubi glanced helplessly at the eggs he had scrambled, swallowed and left.

　　 At this moment, there is only a large piece of scrambled eggs on the plate with green onions on it. Next to it, a few kitchen servants who have brought chopsticks are about to do it.

　　 Chef Mei, who finally came back to his senses, immediately got anxious eyes and stopped with both hands. "Don't move."

　　 "You can try Chef Mei too, it tastes really good." Cheng Ji could only put down his chopsticks unconsciously. Anyhow, Chef Mei invited him by himself, so he can't be offended for a bite of eggs.

　　 Chef Mei gave a hum, and picked up a scrambled egg with a serious expression.

　　 first carefully examined its fluffy form, and then smelled its fragrance. The moment it was delivered into his mouth, Chef Mei's eyes suddenly stared.

　　 then slowly closed his eyes, and his frowning brows stretched out.

　　 The third son added a few drops of rice wine when beating the egg flowers, so that the fishy smell of the original egg itself was also reduced.

　　The scent of vegetarian oil is light and elegant, and it doesn’t make people feel too greasy like animal fat.

　　 The fluffy and fresh taste is so pleasant. Without the salty and freshness of the tempeh, the fragrance of the eggs and the scent of green onion are fully stimulated.

　　 "Well, Chef Mei seems to be in tears." The boy on the side tugged at Cheng Ji's clothes and whispered.

　　 Cheng Ji only noticed that at the corner of Chef Mei's closed eyes, a drop of muddy tears was dripping down the corner of his eyes.

　　 Everyone heard Chef Mei's mumbling. "How did he do it? Could it be that Mei's cooking skills that he has worked so hard for decades have been trained on dogs."

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