Yujin Ma Xiang eel is not any less delicious because it is packed in a smelly shoe, and the color is also excellent.
It’s really unimaginable that this dish was made by a crazy old man. His craftsmanship is exquisite, no less than those of high-end royal chefs. It is definitely the most delicious thing Chu Qiao has ever eaten in her whole life. It seems that these shoes are no longer shoes.
, but a delicate plate.
Chu Qiao pursed her lips, and there was still a lingering fragrance. How did this crazy chef do it? She looked carefully just now. It seemed that in the last process, he added a little bit of cardamom and bay leaves. Could it be that these two spices were used?
Residue?
Absolutely, Chu Qiao didn't expect that now the taste is actually in it, which makes people have endless aftertaste.
Raising her eyes, Chu Qiao looked at the old chef again. The old chef stared at her with his eyes rounded.
"Your Majesty, isn't my servant's cooking delicious?"
"It's delicious, it's delicious, I like it very much." Chu Qiao nodded with satisfaction, pretending to be just and awe-inspiring, behaving like an emperor.
When the old chef saw that Chu Qiao was satisfied, he smiled proudly, then yawned, turned around and walked towards the broken bed, then lay down and fell asleep.
Just slept like this?
Chu Qiao wiped her mouth, walked up quietly, and leaned over to take a look. The old chef had his eyes closed and was motionless. He seemed as dead as he had just entered the door. Didn't the big man say that his uncle rarely slept? It seemed like this
I'm going to sleep a little bit, and I'm lazy.
"Hey, I'm still here and you're going to sleep?" Chu Qiao reminded the old chef.
But the old imperial chef still didn't move. It seemed that he was really tired. Even if the emperor really came, he might not be able to get up.
"You've just made one dish and you're so exhausted. It seems like you're really old."
As soon as Chu Qiao finished speaking, the old chef suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.
"I'm not old, I can still serve the emperor..." After shouting this, he turned over again and fell asleep with his face inward.
He was so startled that Chu Qiao was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything. She was about to turn around and walk away, but looking at him, lying there alone, he was really pitiful.
Chu Qiao casually picked up the tattered quilt on one side and was about to cover the old chef when she unexpectedly discovered that the gray clothes on his back were wet. It seemed that it was not sweat, but oozing blood.
Why was he injured?
Chu Qiao took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and was about to touch the old chef's back. He suddenly turned over again, lay down on his back, and whispered.
"Your Majesty, this slave is sleepy, please let him rest."
"Oh, I'm sure."
Chu Qiao said something, quickly retracted her hand, and threw the quilt on the old chef. Her heart was in a state of confusion. She wondered if she had seen it wrong. Just now, the old chef killed eels and chopped vegetables.
, stir-fry, his movements are agile and easy, and he doesn’t look injured at all. Could it be that the stir-fry is too hot and he sweats?
Looking up again, the tip of the old chef's nose and forehead were covered with sweat. No doubt he was overheated from cooking just now. After all, he was old and hadn't stir-fry for a long time. It was so cold that he couldn't bear it.
Chu Qiao shook her head, turned around and looked at the dishes in her shoes. The flames had gone out, and the remaining dishes were gradually getting colder, but the fragrance still lingered.
Seeing the old chef demonstrate the whole process, Chu Qiao still felt uneasy in her mind even though her memory was still fresh. She didn’t know if it would be as easy as the old chef when it was her turn to operate. It would be great if she could try it with her own hands.
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Just when Chu Qiao was about to clean up and leave, suddenly there was a splashing sound from the bucket. It was strange, hadn't the eel been killed by the old imperial chef? Why was there still a sound?
Chu Qiao slowly walked to the bucket, looked inside, and her eyes immediately widened. There was actually an eel in the bucket, swimming happily in it.
God helps her, how could there be a second eel?
"Thank God."
Chu Qiao said happily. She had no time to think about why the old imperial chef brought out two eels but only cooked one. She only thought about her own competition tomorrow and how to avoid escaping.
The sinister eyes seemed to still be staring at him, and he let out bursts of sinister laughter.
"do my best."
Chu Qiao would never be beaten again. She put her hand into the barrel, grabbed the eel, and held the tail of the fish with her palm.
"Be more honest. If you twist it again, I will chop you with a knife!"
Maybe she was too nervous. The eel jumped out and rushed towards her face. The snake-like head really frightened Chu Qiao. Just as she was about to let go and throw away the eel, the face of the presiding eunuch appeared again.
The guy seemed to be saying, Li Chunxiang, look at how you passed this test. Even if you don't die, you will still be beaten to pieces and your flesh will be bloody.
Come on, today is not the death of the eel, but tomorrow is the death of Chu Qiao. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes closed, she grabbed the eel's tail and threw it. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the eel had stopped moving, softly.
It drooped in her hand.
A lively eel was knocked unconscious by her?
Chu Qiao looked at the eel in her hand. It seemed that the first step had been completed, and it didn't feel that scary. Then she imitated the old imperial chef's operation, nailing the eel's head, leaving the belly and taking out the internal organs.
The next step is cutting. Chu Qiao has been good at observing and imitating since she was a child. She has learned the fish cutting movements of the old imperial chef very well, and the eels she cuts are almost as good as those of the old imperial chef.
Just when Chu Qiao was busy working in full swing, the old chef opened his eyes on the bed, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. He looked at Chu Qiao, and there was no longer any crazy expression, but what made him not
Feeling comfortable, he frowned slightly and moved his body. There was already a touch of blood on the exposed mattress.
Looking at Chu Qiao, there was a hint of relief in her eyes. She is really a smart and clever girl.
Beside the case, Chu Qiao couldn't find any wood that could be burned, so she simply took off some of the old imperial chef's worn shoes. There were many such shoes, at least one or two pairs were missing, and then lit them and threw them into the stove.
After the flames started to burn vigorously, she began to rely on memory to prepare the amount of ingredients, step by step, without daring to neglect at all, then threw away her arms and started frying.
By the time she finished the dish, she was already so tired that she was sweating profusely and her body was covered with splashes of oil. She couldn't care less about it and hurriedly picked up a piece of eel meat and took a bite.
"Very good!"
She widened her big eyes and tasted it. It tasted almost the same as the old imperial chef's.
"I did it, I succeeded!"
Chu Qiao jumped up excitedly. She was a genius cook. She could actually make this fragrant eel with sesame paste.