Fu Tinghan took the picked beans and handed them to the people in the kitchen for them to take them and wash them. He turned to Zhao Hanzhang and said, "I was just about to tell you that there is a group of bandits on Hai'erling who often rob the merchants at the foot of the mountain.
See if you can kill it."
Zhao Hanzhang knew that he was talking about Gao Jie's caravan.
Fu Tinghan's eyes fell on Zhao Erlang and said: "Haierling is between Xin'an and Luoyang. It is most appropriate for Erlang to suppress the bandits."
Zhao Hanzhang frowned slightly, "But the bandits are nesting on Hai'erling. That place is easy to defend but difficult to attack, but it is not easy to fight."
"If you are worried, you can ask General Beigong to help a bunch of Erlang."
Zhao Hanzhang raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Tinghan.
Fu Tinghan nodded slightly at her.
Zhao Hanzhang said straightforwardly: "Okay, when General Beigong comes, I will mention it to him."
Brother and sister Zhao Hanzhang and Zhao Erlang worked together to cut or chop the mutton, completing the chef's instructions.
Then she washed her hands and prepared to cook a dish.
Zhao Kuan also curiously came over to take a look.
I saw her throwing the washed bones into a large basin, then pouring in boiling hot water, stirring them up with a fastener, and then put them into a large cauldron, and then took out the chopped sheep ridge bones.
Come, I also poured hot water over it and piled it on the mutton bones.
Add water, put the cauldron on the stove, and immediately a servant came forward to light a fire.
The cook picked up the ingredients according to Zhao Hanzhang's instructions and brought them to her, and she was responsible for spreading them.
After closing the lid, she said to the servant who was lighting the fire: "Use a high fire, wait until the water boils and then turn to a low fire. Let it simmer for half an hour. It's almost the time to eat."
The servant responded respectfully.
Zhao Hanzhang also told the cook to remember to add salt.
The cook said there was no problem. She had made this dish three times and was very confident.
Zhao Kuan couldn't help turning his head to look at Fu Tinghan, "Does this count as knowing how to cook?"
Fu Tinghan: "...forget it."
Zhao Hanzhang, with sharp ears, turned around and asked the two of them, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Kuan smiled and couldn't see his eyes, shook his head and said: "It's nothing, the bones are chopped well. I will taste the soup carefully later. This is the soup made by the third sister."
Fu Tinghan couldn't help but touch his nose, hesitated and asked her quietly, "Are you just going to make this soup?"
Zhao Hanzhang said: "This is already my best dish."
Fu Tinghan hesitated for a moment and then said: "I remember you could cook when you were in junior high school."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him up and down with far-reaching eyes, and then said slowly after a moment: "Listen to what my grandfather said, right?"
She held back her laughter and said, "Is it possible that when he said he could cook, he just knew how to cook?"
Fu Tinghan:......
Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but frown, "I can cook rice in a rice cooker. The rice I cook is moderately soft and hard, which suits my grandfather's taste. So every time I come back from school, I will cook the rice first and then do my homework."
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Fu Tinghan:......
Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help laughing when he saw his shocked face.
Zhao Kuan, who was getting together with Zhao Erlang, couldn't help but turn around to look at the two of them, and saw Zhao Hanzhang smiling wantonly under the sunshine, while Fu Tinghan looked at her with a gentle (helpless) face.
Fu Tinghan put away his helplessness, smiled and shook his head. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Then let me cook a dish."
"Mr. Ji made such big claims when he knew you were going to cook for yourself. If he knew that you were the only one making the soup tonight, he would probably lose his face."
Zhao Hanzhang apologized for the soup, "Soup is also difficult to make. It is not easy to make a delicious soup."
It's just that the ingredients for this soup are all prepared by the cook, and she is only responsible for throwing them in.
Thinking this way, he felt a little guilty. Zhao Hanzhang coughed lightly and asked, "What do you want to cook?"
"Use mutton to stew beans?" He said, "I know how to stew beef with potatoes, and it's almost the same way to stew mutton with beans?"
Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "It should be about the same, then you go ahead and I'll help you."
After making this dish, she also took credit for it.
Fu Tinghan responded with a smile.
Zhao Kuan saw that Fu Tinghan actually went to the kitchen to cook.
It was also the first time for him to cook in this era. Forget about the fire, Zhao Hanzhang could barely control the fire. If it was bigger, he would add more firewood. If it was smaller, he would reduce the firewood. He could barely pass the test.
But Fu Tinghan also uses other condiments once.
There are several types of sauces here. Except for the meat sauce, most of the others are made from beans, all of which are bean paste, which are also more expensive.
The process of making good doubanjiang is complicated, so ordinary people cannot afford it. The cooks of Zhao Zhai like to add doubanjiang to their dishes.
Fu Tinghan was used to it and thought it was good to add bean paste, but this time he added it himself, which made him a little bit off guard.
Because he was making a meal for Zhao Hanzhang, he was very careful and tasted one himself first. After tasting the general taste, he considered adding some to the almost simmered mutton and beans.
Then comes the salt.
He thought that the taste of salt should be similar, but when he opened the salt lid and saw some yellowed salt, Fu Tinghan was not sure.
He picked up a few grains of salt and tasted it, then frowned.
Zhao Hanzhang stood up when she saw it, came over to take a look, reached out and pinched a handful of salt and threw it into her mouth. Her eyes widened immediately, with a look of pain on her face, "Why is this salt so bitter?"
"It's astringent," Fu Tinghan said: "The impurities inside are not completely separated."
But then, he doesn't know how much salt to add.
Originally, he should have added about 20 grams of salt to such a big pot of mutton and beans, but...
Zhao Hanzhang was much simpler, he just asked the cook to come up and add salt.
The cook came up and took a quick look at the mutton and beans in the big pot, as well as the bean paste that was put down. She directly sprinkled two spoons of salt into it, then took the spatula and started stir-frying vigorously.
In the end, this dish was completed by three people, because Fu Tinghan and Zhao Hanzhang spent the most time, so it can be regarded as their cooking.
Zhao Kuan was relieved when he saw this. Everyone was the same. Shijun was still the third sister in his memory.
There are customers coming to the door one after another.
No one dared to be late for Zhao Hanzhang's banquet. The first person to come was Chen Wu. He set off from Gucheng in the early morning and arrived in Luoyang around noon. He first slept in the newly opened inn before coming over.
He took Feng Long with him. He originally wanted to take Li Tou, but Gucheng could not be left unguarded, so he had to leave him in Gucheng.
He deliberately kept his stomach open and didn't eat anything at noon, so when he arrived at Zhao's house, his eyes couldn't help but focus on the snacks on the plate.
Although Chen Wu is the leader of the beggar army, his background is not bad. His family used to be a small landowner. Well, he was just a small landowner, not enough to reach the level of a sergeant, but he had no shortage of food and clothing since he was a child.
He had never seen the snacks on the plate, so after the servants served tea, he picked up a piece and tasted it. He found it was pretty good, so he asked: "What is the name of this yellow-orange snack?"