When the old chef saw it was Chu Qiao, he pulled her in without saying a word, and then the door closed with a bang.
"Why did you come here?" The old chef scolded Chu Qiao directly.
"Do you think I'm as idle as you?" Chu Qiao took a few breaths in her hands and found that there were a lot of things prepared in the room, including a piece of mutton, and the whole house was filled with the smell of spices and food.
"What are you doing? Where did you steal the mutton?"
Chu Qiao frowned and looked at the old man with suspicion. Although he was not crazy, he was old and his legs and feet didn't look so sharp. How did he get these things from the imperial kitchen?
Could it be that he was injured last time and was stabbed when he went out to steal something? Strange, why did he escape without being caught?
"Don't worry about this. Come on, I'll teach you how to make Mongolian roasted whole lamb. Even though it's not a sheep, we can still imagine it, hehe."
The old chef squinted his eyes and laughed. That smile was really evil.
"You are so well-informed. You actually know that we are going to roast a whole lamb?" Chu Qiao was even more surprised. She felt that the old chef should not be bored in this house all day long. It seemed that he was everywhere and knew everything.
Or does the big guy often come to bring him some news about the restaurant?
"If you want to stand out from the crowd when making Mongolian roasted whole lamb, you still need a lot of heat. Let me teach you a lesson first to save the day."
"Bang!" The old imperial chef threw the mutton on the case.
Chu Qiao jumped away immediately, her eyes widened, and the meat was filled with a smell of odor. This shouldn't be a sheep from the Mongolian grassland.
The old chef glanced at Chu Qiao.
"The highest level of being an imperial chef is to make the tasteless raw materials taste authentic. This is the meat of an ordinary grass sheep, but we want it to taste like the fat sheep in the grassland. Come on, help!
"
"oh!"
Chu Qiao came up and helped clean the mutton. The smell of the raw meat was so bad that she almost vomited it several times.
The old imperial chef laughed again.
"The authentic Mongolian old whole sheep should choose the small Jie sheep from the plump grassland. Make a hole in the stomach, bleed it and kill it, let the blood that flows out condense in the abdominal cavity, then remove the dirt, peel and clean the whole sheep body.
Soak it in spice soup, put the Mongolian secret spice bag in your stomach, and then bake it over fire. It’s not difficult to say, but it’s difficult to make it well.”
"spices?"
Chu Qiao had heard of soup and spice packets, but she didn't know what was in the spice soup or packets.
"The spice water, the spice packet, and the heat are the key points."
The old imperial chef pointed to the countertop. Chu Qiao was shocked to find that there were a lot of spices on it. If she hadn't seen it before, she would have covered her head. There were almost everything. Where did he get them? Even the imperial dining room
You have to look for it slowly.
"Tell me, what kind of spices are they?" the old imperial chef asked, saying that if you don't know the spices, it will be a big trouble, and if you don't have a good nose, it will be even more troublesome.
Chu Qiao stood in front of the spices, looking at the appearance, smelling the smell, and reading the names one by one.
"Parsley, peppercorns, fennel, cinnamon, star anise, bay leaves, turmeric, lotus leaves, acanthus, asafoetida, wild roses..." After reading this, the old imperial chef's face gradually changed, and he looked at Chu Qiao doubtfully.
.
"How do you know all the spices?"
"Before entering the palace, I saw some of them, and some of them I read in books, so I made random guesses." Chu Qiao stopped in a hurry.
"No one knows the spices of fenugreek and asafoetida. These are very rare and rarely used spices, unless..."
The old chef looked Chu Qiao up and down, and Chu Qiao smiled awkwardly.
"I have a relative who is in the spice business." Chu Qiao explained eagerly, and then avoided the puzzled gaze of the old imperial chef.
"That's a coincidence."
The old imperial chef dropped his gaze, his expression not as relaxed as before.
"Since you are so smart, you don't need me to teach you step by step. The spice soup needs to be brewed for about two hours, then filtered, poured into the lamb's cavity from the incision on the inside of the lamb leg, and then the whole lamb is thrown in
Soak it in the soup for three to four hours before stuffing the spice packet into your abdominal cavity. As for the spice packet, you have to think carefully about how you choose it. Your nose is not meant to be idle at this time."
"Is there no rules or formulas?" Chu Qiao asked.
"Without any rules or recipes, you are just an idiot cook who knows how to imitate. He was the first to study roasting whole lamb, but he didn't have any rules or recipes. He just relied on smell and mouth. I think... you don't need it."
What the old chef said made Chu Qiao very confused. She took another look at the spices and immediately realized something. The old chef had listed all the required spices one by one. Next, let’s see her understanding of spices and
The taste is under control.
"I thought you were so stupid that you needed a little teaching from me, but now it seems you are really relieved."
The old imperial chef came down and explained some common sense in detail, and then started to cook the roasted lamb by himself. He babbled about using pine wood and fruit wood frame for roasting, and there should be no smoke, no high fire, and no burning. There was a lot of caution.
Note things.
When it was almost the third watch, the old chef seemed tired, yawned, walked back to the bed, and lay down with his feet up.
"Let's stop here. If you're sleepy, you can go back."
After saying that, he turned over, turned his back to Chu Qiao, and fell asleep soundly.
It was still the old habit. The old chef went to rest, and Chu Qiao had to clean up the mess before leaving. When she wiped the case and turned to leave, she unexpectedly found that there was a black piece of paper sandwiched in a cabinet next to the door.
Clothes corners.
In my memory, the eunuchs and chefs in the palace rarely wear black clothes, let alone the whole body is pitch black?
Chu Qiao looked back at the old chef and found that he was already fast asleep. Then she walked over carefully and gently opened the lid of the cabinet.
At just one glance, Chu Qiao was stunned. This turned out to be a set of night clothes and a mask...
how so?
The old imperial chef was the masked man in black that Chong Ximo was chasing...
Perhaps this fact was too difficult for Chu Qiao to accept and she was too shocked. She lost consciousness, her hands shook, and the cabinet lid fell down. There was only a "bang" sound. She hurriedly backed away. When she turned around, she found that the old chef
He had already stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, squinting his eyes and looking at her.
"I, I didn't mean it."
Chu Qiao was a little confused for a moment, thinking of Hei Yi putting a knife on her neck. At one moment, he might have had the idea of killing her. Now that she knew his secret, she didn't know if she could get out of this door.
Chu Qiao stammered a few words and found that the old imperial chef had slowly stood up and looked over with cold eyes.