"Besides, you don't know how to cook? If I don't cook, will we all be hungry tonight?" Han Du spread his hands.
Han Jingyun's stomach responded in time, which made her embarrassed. At the same time, she let go of Han Du's hand and stopped insisting.
But Han Jingyun was still confused. Her former eldest brother had always been a person who only read books about sages. He had never been in the kitchen. Could he cook?
"Brother, can you cook?" Han Jingyun said hesitantly.
When Han Du heard that there was something in Han Jingyun's words, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. If it was the previous Han Du, of course he wouldn't have done it.
When things came to a close, Han Du had an idea and said with a smile: "There is a golden house in the book. Although I have never done it before, brother, I have read miscellaneous books on cooking. Don't worry."
"Is there anything about cooking in the book?" Han Jingyun muttered after hearing Han Du's explanation, but she didn't think too deeply about it.
Han Du was greatly relieved when he saw that the girl no longer delved into this issue.
Han Du walked to the stove and sat down. Seeing that it was filled with wood, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's damn good that this can raise the fire."
He stretched out his hand to take out the wood, but unexpectedly it felt moist to the touch. After a closer look, he said, "Well, no wonder there is such heavy smoke. This wood is not made of wood at all."
These timbers were probably prepared by the Han family at home before they were sent to prison. The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are humid. After such a long period of time, they have already become damp.
But it doesn’t matter, damp wood can also be used for burning, but you can’t just add it all in like the girl.
Han Du picked out some small and relatively dry dead branches, lit the fire first, and then slowly added large roots of wood, and soon the fire started smoothly.
Cook the uncooked rice into cooked rice first, and then make the dishes.
The dishes prepared by Han Jingyun were good and rich, including radish, leeks and tofu. Compared with modern chicken, duck and fish, it was naturally simple, but this was the dish of a middle-class family in the Ming Dynasty.
As for eating meat, what kind of meat should be eaten if you are not a member of the official family?
The Han family used to be a family of officials, but Han De couldn't stand being withdrawn and didn't make much money, so the life of the Han family has been similar to that of a middle-class family. At most, they just have more servants, but this is the dignity of an official.
Absolutely indispensable.
Isn't there a joke like this? A certain person invited a friend to dinner, but the friend sat down on the table and refused to eat other dishes, so he attacked him with tofu. The host asked him, "Why do you only eat tofu?" The guest replied
, "Tofu is my life."
Tofu is my life!
Look, is this similar to when you go to a banquet and eat the dishes on the table?
Tofu was a staple food in ancient times.
Han Du washed, peeled and cut the radish into slices in one go. Each slice was evenly thick and neatly placed on the cutting board, which was pleasing to the eye.
Han Jingyun looked at Han Du's operation so quickly, and her eyes widened as if she had seen something incredible. She was embarrassed, but wanted to help Han Du, so she reached out and poured the oil into the pot.
"What are you doing?" Han Du looked at the oil in the pot and asked in surprise.
"Help me pour some oil for you to fry the radishes..." The girl suddenly blinked her eyes.
Han Du was speechless, "Who said I was going to be fired?"
"But aren't radishes fried and eaten?" The older girl said cutely.
Stir-fried radish? Don’t mention the taste.
Looking at the oil that started to smoke in the pot, Han Du had no time to explain to his sister, "Quick, do you have any eggs at home? Get me some."
"Yes, brother, how much do you want?"
"Four."
Put the Handu Feikui radish on a plate, clean the leeks, and cut them into sections. Crack the eggs into a bowl, add a little salt, and stir quickly to mix.
Han Jingyun saw Han Du cutting the leeks into sections and asked in surprise, "Brother, aren't leeks meant for cooking? Are you..."
"Boiled and eaten with leeks? What kind of dark cuisine is this? Only a lunatic would cook and eat leeks." Han Du couldn't help complaining in his heart.
I ignored the older girl's words and poured the prepared eggs into the pot.
Bliss!
Han Du flipped the spatula up and down in his hand. When the heat was up, he poured the leeks in and continued to stir-fry.
Han Jingyun stood aside, smelling the alluring aroma of leeks mixed with eggs, and closed his mouth knowingly.
Suck! Han Jingyun swallowed secretly, his face turning crimson.
Scrambled eggs with leeks, radish, and braised tofu with green onions!
The dishes are simple to a few o'clock, and they are all ordinary home-cooked dishes, but the tempting aroma of scrambled eggs with leeks, the pleasing to the eye of roasted tofu with green onions, and the crystal clear water of radish, each one has a unique temptation that makes people appetizing.
Wide open.
When my mother saw it, she couldn't help but smile and praised Han Jingyun, "I didn't expect that my woman is so talented in cooking and cooked so well for the first time. I thought you would burn a pile of black coals."
What is this? Leeks and eggs, can you still cook it like this? How did you come up with it? Let me taste it first..."
I couldn't help but move my index finger, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of leek and put it in my mouth.
"Hmm...it smells so good, so delicious..."
The more his mother praised him, the more embarrassed Han Jingyun became.
Although the soot on her face was washed away, she still couldn't raise her head, and said in an embarrassed low voice: "Mom, I didn't do these, my eldest brother did them."
"Did your eldest brother do this?" Mother asked in surprise, and then asked Han Du, "Did you do all this?"
Han Du nodded, "Mom, Jingyun, let's all eat. When there is time, let Jingyun buy some meat and I will make some really delicious dishes for my mother to try."
Originally, her mother wanted to ask Han Du how he knew how to cook. But when she saw Han Jingyun had picked up the rice bowl and put his chopsticks into the plate of fried eggs with leeks, her eyebrows suddenly stood up and she hurried silently.
Join the crowd grabbing food.
Fragrant, so fragrant!
Delicious, really delicious.
Eating is the most important thing. As for whether the meal is cooked by her daughter or her son, it is the same in her opinion. Anyway, both of them are her children, well, biological children.
While tasting the delicious food, Han Du's mother couldn't help but start to imagine that such a delicious meal seemed ordinary when her son said it. Then what would the really delicious meal he said be like?
Suddenly I had some small expectations in my heart.
While Han Du's family was having dinner together, the East Palace was still brightly lit.
Zhu Biao was sitting behind the imperial case, still handling court affairs.
Seeing that the memorials piled on the imperial desk were reduced, only a few were left.
Zhu Biao buried his head and asked: "Is there any memorial today?"
An official next to him squeezed the memorial in his hand a few times, lowered his head and respectfully raised the memorial to Zhu Biao with both hands.
"When I returned to His Majesty the Crown Prince, there was also a memorial from the Treasure Note Promotion Department. The newly-appointed Lord Tiju Han asked the imperial court to transfer six officials from the Department and Treasury, including the former Tiju Li Pu. This was inconsistent with the rules of the imperial court.
Your Highness please reject and reprimand..."
The official's hands suddenly became empty. When he raised his head to look again, the memorial was back in his hand again.
There was a bright red and eye-catching word "Zhun" on it, which forced the official to hold back the unfinished words.
"Is there anything else?" Zhu Biao asked casually, looking at the officials.
"Huh?" The official noticed that he was absent-minded and quickly lowered his head and replied: "No, I will resign now."
After saying that, he took the memorial that had been approved by Zhu Biao and Zhu Zhu and left.
Zhu Biao watched the officials leave without saying anything. He lowered his head again, focused his attention on the memorial in his hand, and continued to deal with government affairs.
The official left with a normal expression. When he came outside the palace, he was blown by the night wind. This time he was surprised to find that the sweat on his back had soaked his clothes. He sighed inwardly and sent the memorial to the Ministry of Officials.
After sending the memorial to the officials, he left the imperial city, got on a sedan and quietly arrived at the Qinhuai River, stopping in front of a restaurant.
The officials got off their sedan chairs, walked up to the third floor of the restaurant, came to a secluded place, opened the door curtain and walked in.
An official was waiting in the room. His official uniform was the same as Han Du's, and he was also of the eighth grade.
When the official saw the visitor coming in, he quickly stood up and greeted, "I have seen your Excellency, Your Excellency, please take a seat."
The official nodded in response and then sat down as instructed.
At this time, the official asked eagerly: "Sir, I don't know if the matter of being a subordinate has been handled properly?"
The official glanced at him, sighed slightly, and without saying anything else, he directly took out a stack of treasure notes from his arms, pressed them on the table, and pushed them in front of the official.
The official was immediately startled and asked stammeringly: "Sir, what... does this mean?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has approved Han Du's memorandum. I have not completed my affairs, so naturally I cannot accept your things." The official picked up the tea and took a sip.
"My lord has misunderstood, I have misunderstood. I sincerely admire you, and I have no other intention in giving you these things... Please accept them."
How can an official ask others to return the things they have given away? If they really do this, it is simply a slap in the face of others. How can such an offending thing be done?
The official pretended to refuse to him again and again, and finally he accepted the treasure without any haste and put it back into his arms.
The official's affairs were not completed and he had to give away a large sum of money. His heart was bleeding and he even drank tea in a depressed and careless manner.
Seeing this, the official took a sip of tea and smiled casually and said, "Actually, it may not be a bad thing that you are being transferred now."
"Sir, what do you mean by this?" The official didn't understand what he meant. He was squeezed out of the top position. Now he doesn't know where he will be transferred. If he goes to Qingshui Yamen, he can even be promoted to half a level.
At level one, it's all blood loss. I really can't see how this can be a good thing.
Seeing that he didn't know what he was talking about, the official put the tea cup in his hand on the table and prepared to talk to him carefully.