Chapter 10 The method of detoxification may be a try and it's here.)
Cheng Laosi couldn't help but feel a little scared when he saw He Chubi standing on the steps dumbfounded, his expression changing.
I glanced at the shocked fourth child and the servants around me. Can my plan to develop a rabies vaccine really be recognized by my family and get their help?
At this moment, in front of the kitchen stove, Chef Mei, whose face had been blackened by at least two shades of smoke, took a deep breath and stared blankly at the fried sixteenth fried chicken on the plate in front of him.
It was the seventeenth plate of scrambled eggs, and my expression was about to collapse.
"What's missing? I obviously followed the Third Young Master's method of frying it. Why are these eggs not fluffy at all? The texture just doesn't match..."
Cheng Ji looked at the bottomed egg basket, took a sip as well, and reminded Chef Mei helplessly.
"Brother Mei, why don't we try again tomorrow? I really can't eat anything today..." Although the scrambled eggs taste good, I am already exhausted.
"..."
Sitting in the carriage, Yuan Tiangang shook his head in disbelief.
"This guy is really crazy, he would come up with such a ridiculous method.
Pindao has lived for so many years, and this is the first time he has heard someone say that poisons have thoughts. Besides, the injured person is a human, not a rabbit..."
Yuan Tiangang kept complaining for a long time, but found that Sun Simiao had his eyes closed and said nothing, so he couldn't help asking, "Fellow Daoist Sun, what are you..."
"When I think about it carefully, I feel that although the third son of the Cheng family is a bit inconsistent in what he says, what he describes makes some sense."
Yuan Tiangang immediately became happy. "Fellow Daoist Sun, you must not forget that he is a patient suffering from mental illness."
"Having said that, the way he treated Fang Jun's wounds before also had profound meaning." Sun Simiao did not confront Yuan Tiangang tit for tat.
"Maybe we can try the method of reducing the poison."
"Friend Daoist Sun, it is better to be cautious and not to be misled by that kid's crazy words. I have never seen a crazy rabbit in my entire life."
"Pindao also feels that rabbits are unreliable, but if we use live dogs, maybe..."
In the end, neither of them could convince the other. Sun Simiao returned to his mansion and after thinking for a long time, he sent a Taoist boy and told him to find some experienced hunters to come back.
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Back outside the house, he saw Uncle Ji and Chef Mei waiting in front of the house. Cheng Chubi was a little stunned. "Uncle Ji, Chef Mei, what are you two..."
Chef Mei, whose face was blackened by smoke, bowed with a look of shame. "I have met the Third Young Master. His cooking skills are far superior to this small person. I was speechless before, so I still invite the Third Young Master."
Don’t be surprised.”
"It doesn't matter, this is..." Cheng Chubi waved his hand and his eyes fell on the food box next to Chef Mei.
"This is the scrambled eggs made by Chef Mei, specially sent for Third Young Master to taste." Cheng Ji opened the food box and took out a plate of scrambled eggs.
Chef Mei cupped her hands with a look of shame on her face.
"The villain has fried nearly twenty plates of scrambled eggs today, and they were made according to the Third Young Master's techniques and procedures, but I always felt that something was missing... That's why I begged Manager Cheng to bring the villain to meet the Third Young Master.
, please give Third Young Master a taste or two."
Cheng Chubi only glanced at it and saw the problem. Since the other party was so polite and so obsessed with cooking, Cheng Chubi decided to give him face and picked up his chopsticks to take a bite.
"It's still edible, but the eggs are too cottony and not fluffy enough. How did you stir the eggs?"
Chef Mei was stunned. "Isn't there something special about stirring eggs?"
"Of course, you're too particular. You can't stir the eggs quickly or vigorously enough, and you don't have enough time."
"You go back to the kitchen now, stir the eggs in one direction only, beat them for thirty breaths, and then fry them."
"I obey, I'll do it now." Chef Mei bowed respectfully and left in a hurry. Cheng Ji glanced at the plate of scrambled eggs and was about to take it away.
Cheng Laosi hurried over. "No, put it down. Third brother, don't you want to eat? Then I will."
"..."
After a while, Chef Mei came to Cheng Chubi holding a plate of scrambled eggs with excitement on his face. "Third Young Master, it's fried. What do you think?"
This time, Cheng Chubi finally felt that it was worth eating. "Well, it's not bad, but the heat is still over. The eggs look old, but they are still edible."
"Is there something else I did wrong?" At this moment, Chef Mei was really groveling, looking like he was carefully asking for advice.
"The main problem is the cooking utensils, stoves and fuel." Cheng Chubi smiled confidently while eating the delicious scrambled eggs.
"Otherwise, we can use cooking techniques such as stir-frying, deep-frying, stewing, and so on, so that you can experience delicious dishes like never before... Old Four, your saliva is about to drip on me, get out of the way."
"Third brother, is it true? It tastes better than scrambled eggs?" Lao Si quickly wiped the saliva from his mouth and asked with bright eyes.
Cheng Chubi put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "It's almost the same, but the cooking utensils in our house have to be changed first. When the time comes, I will do it myself and let you try it."
"By the way, Uncle Ji, I wonder if there are any spices similar to Sichuan peppercorns here in Chang'an City. If there are any, I'll buy some and bring them back."
"Don't worry, Third Young Master, I will go and buy it myself." Cheng Ji nodded and replied.
Chef Mei and Cheng Ji resigned from the room. After walking a few steps, Chef Mei paused and looked at Cheng Ji. "Brother Cheng, I want to change the contract we signed before."
"What do you mean?" Cheng Ji's face suddenly turned serious, and he twitched his lips with a smile. "Why, you secretly learned some skills from my third son, and you want to leave Duke Lu's mansion?"
"No, no, no, Brother Cheng, you are wrong. I only found out from the Third Young Master that Mei's pride in cooking skills in the past was simply looking at the sky from the bottom of a well. Therefore, Mei is willing to change the previous three-year contract into a five-year long-term contract.
.If Brother Cheng thinks it’s not enough, we can still discuss it.”
"...Farewell, wait until I ask my third son." Cheng Ji didn't expect that Chef Mei would extend the contract period just because of a dish of scrambled eggs. However, this matter involved the third son, and he, Cheng Ji, just
A steward does not dare to make decisions for his own son.
"No problem, hehe, I hope Brother Cheng can say a few nice words for the villain in front of Third Young Master."
Hearing that his eldest brother had returned to the house, Cheng Chubi went to the front hall and saw Cheng Chumo sitting on the couch with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Cheng Chubi was stunned. Damn it, the son of a senior national cadre was robbed in broad daylight? "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Chumo laughed and hurt the corner of his mouth, causing him to gasp in pain.
"This little superficial injury is fine. Today, Brother Yu met Zhang Shenwei from Zhang Liang's family, Duke of Yun. That boy actually dared to bury you, the third brother. Brother Yu, I punished him severely and we had a fight with him. He must at least be on the bed.
Lie down for ten days and a half."
Looking at the eldest brother with a black left eye, Cheng Chubi was moved and a little funny. "Thank you, eldest brother, for venting your anger on me."
Cheng Chumo patted Cheng Chubi's shoulder boldly and said with a smile, "We are brothers. We have broken bones and connected tendons. Is there anything I can thank you for?"
"By the way, brother, I have something to do today. I want to..."
Cheng Chubi had only finished speaking halfway when he heard footsteps coming from outside the hall, as well as a greeting that the master was back, and he hurriedly greeted him out of the hall.
Cheng Chubi saw Cheng Yaojin, who was as black as a pot and filled with murderous intent, walking towards him quickly.