Chu Qiao frowned, not wanting to miss this opportunity to confirm the identity of the old chef. Perhaps through understanding, she could know the purpose of the old chef letting her gain the trust of Eunuch Lan.
"Is he the lunatic in the dilapidated house in the northeast corner of the Queen's house?" Chu Qiao asked tentatively.
"How do you know?" An Ge was stunned for a moment and turned around. It was strange that Chu Qiao knew about the crazy chef. That place was rarely visited by people.
"The big guy carrying water in the imperial kitchen is the nephew of the crazy imperial chef. I served him meals." Chu Qiao said in a low voice.
When An Ge heard this, he immediately frowned and turned cold.
"Then don't go there from now on."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and strode away, brought some goat milk and milk, placed it in front of Chu Qiao, and asked Chu Qiao to make some milk tofu, as if he didn't want to continue talking about the topic of the crazy chef.
"I want to ask...if that crazy chef is..."
Before Chu Qiao could say these words, An Ge immediately grabbed her shoulder, squeezing her shoulder painfully.
"An, An Yuchu..." Chu Qiao frowned in pain. What happened to him? Isn't it just a matter of a crazy old man? If you don't tell me, let's forget it. Why are you holding her like this?
It hurts like hell.
"Do your duty well. Know less about things you shouldn't know. Ask less about things you shouldn't know. If you've cooked enough meals, find someone to marry. If no one wants you, I can consider making do with it.
.”
"Hey... you..."
Chu Qiao opened An Ge's hand, and her face turned red. What was he talking about? It was fine not to let anyone know, but he actually said these annoying words.
Seeing Chu Qiao's face turn red, An Ge smiled slightly and turned to do other things.
It's inexplicable that someone can talk so shamelessly. Although Miss Chu Si has been in bad luck recently, it is still not a problem to find someone to marry casually. There is no need for him to take care of her.
Chu Qiao muttered something displeased, pouting her lips and learning to make milk tofu.
It took a long time for An Ge's smile to dissipate from his face. He did not mention the topic just now, but whispered to teach Chu Qiao how to make milk tofu. It seemed like a very simple meal, but it was actually a bit troublesome to make. I don't know that during the state banquet
, it’s too late.
"Cook the fresh milk, take out the milk skin and ghee, and leave the milk residue to ferment. When it condenses into lumps, use a cloth to filter out the excess water. Then put the solid part in the pot and cook it over a slow fire.
Stir until it sticks, then put it into gauze and squeeze out the yellow water. Then place it on a wooden plate and cut it into various shapes with a knife."
"You are so familiar with it, why don't you do it yourself? Is there still enough time for me to learn now?" Chu Qiao felt puzzled that at this time, he was still in the mood to teach her, but he didn't want to do it himself as a novice.
"I cook royal meals, and rarely do it myself. Supervisor Shangshi said that if you are my helper, you will naturally do everything for me."
After An Ge finished speaking, he turned around, looked at Chu Qiao and smiled. Although he had been busy for a while, his clothes were still clean and neat, just like when he came in. It turns out that this guy doesn't do trivial work. To be precise, he doesn't
Working.
After hearing this, the corners of Chu Qiao's mouth twitched. No wonder he was so clean every time he made royal meals. He turned out to be a hands-off guy.
"So lazy..."
Chu Qiao muttered softly.
Soon, more than a dozen foremen and chefs came in. An Ge ordered them to do this and do that. After finishing the instructions, he picked up a new small wooden cube, sat on the side of the dining room, and started playing happily.
.
Chu Qiao glanced at An Ge several times. It was hard to understand. His style was really strange. Fortunately, he was the most senior chef in the imperial kitchen, so it seemed that he was just in name.
"Has he been like this in the dining room before?" Chu Qiao asked the head waiter Yu Chu next to her softly.
"Chef An has always been like this. He only likes to study the royal dishes. He will cook new tricks himself. When they are done, they will be handed over to us. He will play with his gadgets by himself. We have long been used to it."
"Oh, that's it."
Chu Qiao looked back and found An Ge looking over with raised eyebrows. She thought that he had heard her secretly asking the head chef, the chef.
Chu Qiao quickly looked away and concentrated on making the milk tofu in her hand.
This milk tofu is not difficult to make. If you want to make it well, you have to spend two or three days of effort. Fortunately, the fermentation process went smoothly. When Chu Qiao showed up at the imperial dining room again the next day, she had made several pieces.
Milk tofu.
Chu Qiao tasted it and found that the taste was pretty good. It was sour, sweet, and had a strong milk aroma. She carried the wooden plate and walked happily to An Ge, wanting him to taste it. Who knew An Ge
Ge just glanced at it and said without mercy.
"Pour it out and do it again."
"Pour it out, pour it out?" Chu Qiao's eyes widened, thinking that he heard wrongly. He didn't even taste it, so he just poured it out. Isn't it a bit too much?
"Yes, throw it away. Food is about color, flavor, and taste. No matter how it tastes, the color looks so bad. If you don't throw it away, will you still let me eat it?"
An Ge's eyes widened, and Chu Qiao was immediately discouraged. She turned around, poured out the milk tofu, and continued to work. However, there was extra work today. She had to make milk skin and fry rice. Chu Qiao was very busy. An Ge
Ge didn't know if it was intentional, but he always picked on her shortcomings. At the end of the day, she didn't do a few things, but she was so exhausted that she was out of breath.
"Throw this one out and make it again tomorrow. It's such a waste of materials."
This was the last thing An Ge said to Chu Qiao after leaving the imperial dining room. Chu Qiao now wondered if An Ge was so picky because she felt that preparing for a state banquet with a little girl who was born as a handyman had lost her identity.
, but thinking about it carefully, it seems that An Ge is not such a person.
The day's work ended like this. Fortunately, Eunuch Qian and other hard-to-serve masters did not show up, giving Chu Qiao a chance to breathe.
"Damn Imperial Chef, lazy guy... who cares about your wooden cubes?" Chu Qiao took out the small wooden cubes from her sleeves and angrily wanted to throw them away, but thinking about how this thing saved her life,
Still took it back.
Walking on the way back to Yayuan, Chu Qiao lowered her head and her legs were as heavy as if they were tied with stones.
Just as she was dragging her legs to walk, something suddenly flew towards her. She was unprepared and was hit hard on the forehead.
Chu Qiao broke out in a cold sweat. She looked closely and saw that what hit her was actually a feather shuttlecock.
"My shuttlecock."
Then a little boy wearing a brocade cotton coat ran over, leaned over to pick up the shuttlecock, and looked up at Chu Qiao.
This child looks sallow and a little thin. He is wearing a brocade cotton robe. If it were not for the belt, it would look a bit ill-fitting. Judging from the child's thinness, he has recently suffered a serious illness and lost weight.