The First Family of Tang Dynasty

For fear that the third son would accidentally explode his hair, he picked up a jerky stick that was harder than a wooden stick and beat it around, and there was nothing to say about it.

The jerky was beaten in the palm of his hand for a long time, and Cheng Chubi heard a sound of beating.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw a dog croaking and dangling across the street with its tail clipped.

Then four, five, six, three younger brothers, copying their weapons, shouted vigorously and struggling to catch up.

There is also Cheng Fu Jiading, who is panting and driving his three younger brothers behind.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Chubi's face turned dark, and he almost wanted to smash the jerky stick in his hand.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to the three little bastards, still think about how to fix this stuff, maybe I can make something suitable...

Cheng Chubi's eyes lit up suddenly, how could he forget that good treasure, Rou Fong!

One of the compressed dry food formulas I just came up with contains pork floss.

It just so happens that these jerky meats, which are as hard as wooden sticks, are really good ingredients for making floss.

Anyway, this thing is left at home and no one eats it. It is all made into pork floss. Maybe the three brothers can eat some more.

Cheng Chubi copied the jerky stick and swayed back to his room.

Then the list of the three distribution materials was revised again, which made Deng Chengxin take it to the housekeeper, Uncle Fu.

"Besides, remember to tell Uncle Fu that all the jerky will be sent to me."

"My son, what do you want these things to do?"

Deng Chengxin glanced at the list and couldn't help looking at San Gongzi with a dazed expression.

When Cheng Chubi heard such a question, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"I want to use it to make military rations, and strive to win half a year's salary from an unethical elder."

"..." Deng Chengxin copied this list with a daunting expression and left Cheng Chubi's house.

I always feel that when the son speaks, his expression is extraordinarily bleak, and I don't know if it is stimulated again.

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Cheng Chubiti slipped the stick of dried meat to the old Cheng's kitchen.

Behind him followed Deng Chengxin, who had a strange expression, his eyes kept staring at the stick of dried meat in the hands of the third son.

I really don’t understand why San Gongzi always mentions this stuff wherever he goes?

But now that he came to the kitchen, could it be that the third son had an idea, and he wanted to make something delicious with this jerky stick?

Thinking of San Gongzi's unpredictable but always covetous cooking art, Deng Chengxin couldn't help swallowing Xingzi.

Cheng Chubi walked into the yard and glanced around, and he saw the big grinder that was used to crush grains on weekdays.

I came to this big stone roller, which was afraid that it would have to weigh at least two kilograms, and stood in front of him.

A donkey was babbling and watching the big stone mill turn, and a housekeeper was carefully sweeping the flour from it.

At this time, I heard that San Gongzi, the old Cheng family's literary and culinary responsibility, came to the kitchen to inspect and work again.

Cheng Leopard, the new manager, hurriedly jumped over. "The villain has seen San Gongzi, I don't know what the San Gongzi has to order?"

Cheng Chubi smiled and nodded towards the steward Cheng Bao, shook the jerky stick in his hand and asked.

"It turned out to be Uncle Leopard, can this thing crush the jerky in my hand?"

"???" Guan Shi Cheng Bao looked at Cheng Chubi with a dazed expression, and then at the stone roller.

I always feel whether my ears are faulty, and I have heard something inconsequential.

Deng Chengxin looked at San Gongzi's almost expressionless face and cautiously persuaded him.

"My son, don't eat it, let's not waste it?"

"What is wasted?" Cheng Chubi gave Deng a gratifying look.

Shaking the stick in his hand, it was hard enough to be used to knock the jerky stick of sap and robbery, explained the patience.

"I'm going to make this stuff into meat floss."

"Raw floss?" Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin both looked at the jerky stick with dumbfounded faces. The meat is so tight, why is it loose?

Cheng Chubi ignored these two guys, and greeted the family who had already cleaned up the stone mill and took the donkey forward, and he stuffed the jerky stick in.

"Come on, I will squeeze this stuff into the mill and let the donkey go slower, little by little."

Then he heard the sound like a firewood breaking, and Cheng Chubi stood by and looked at it, waiting for it to run over.

Both Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin saw the jerky that had been cracked and flattened.

Cheng Chubi took the tool and pulled the jerky to another position, letting Jiading continue to lead the donkey to drive the mill.

After seven or eight laps, Cheng Chubi brought a dustpan filled with food, and swept the floss that had been crushed into pieces of meat into the dustpan.

Reaching out his hand and squeezing it into his mouth, Cheng Chubi narrowed his eyes and felt the smell carefully.

Hmm... it still tastes like dried bacon, and after being crushed, you don't need to chew it, sip it and wait for the saliva to moisten it before you can swallow it.

Cheng Hu also took two bites, smashed his mouth, and couldn't help pointing at the pile of things that looked like shredded wood.

"San Gongzi, is this the meat floss?"

Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction, then squeezed it into his mouth again, and explained while tasting.

"Well~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But this process is wrong, it should be in a semi-dry state, just crush the meat and spread it out.

In addition, our mill is too powerful, but it's okay. After all, this is going to be put in the rations, so it's broken. "

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Since we have to do it, we should do it so that people are admired, so that His Majesty the Emperor of Tang will be heartbroken for making fun of the younger generation today.

Let Li Ji cry and shout and offer him half a year's salary.

When I thought that I could copy several kinds of compressed dry food as bricks, I would brutally smoke the elders who didn't speak martial arts ethics.

Cheng Chubi was immediately energetic, and then began to tell Cheng Bao to make the ten or so handymen in the old Cheng's kitchen start busy.

The first step is to smash all kinds of materials, or crush them into fine particles. And it should not be too fine to avoid agglomeration and scaling during the production process.

When General Cheng Da finally led the boss and second child back home, only one-third of all the ingredients that his majesty rewarded were moved.

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help being a little confused, waiting for Uncle Guan Dingfu to explain.

Cheng Yaojin stroked the needle-like thick beard and bloomed.

"The third child, it is certain that some demon moth has offended your majesty again.

But it's also good. This year we celebrate the New Year in our mansion, so we don’t have to buy it. "

Uncle Fu, the housekeeper, nodded in agreement, and soon thought of another big event, and reached out to take out the note.

"The master is very true, but the master, the third son gave the villain this note, saying that he was going to make some compressed rations."

"???"