Chapter 150 Forget about the little things, if it's a big thing, Dad will handle it (
Chapter 150 Forget about small things, if it’s a big thing, dad will handle it (please subscribe and vote for updates)
Cheng Chubi's face immediately darkened. One times one times one, it's not as good as one plus one plus one. At least it equals three.
Cheng Chubi saw the attentive listening expressions of the kitchen staff. He was the idol of the kitchen staff in Lu Guogong's mansion and could not get angry.
And you have to convince people with reason, well, the annoying number one cannot be used.
Cheng Chubi stood with his hands behind his hands, smiled calmly, and lightly poked the chicken breast with his fingers.
"You don't think so. You see, the chicken is very fresh, its freshness level is two, and the mushrooms are also very fresh, and its freshness level is probably three."
"The shrimp skin is also very fresh, and the freshness can be three. Now if you multiply them with each other, you can get the freshness of the chicken essence. Do you understand?"
"I see, it seems that my knowledge is too shallow, thanks to the young master's guidance." Mei Xiaochu quickly made up for it, flattering her wildly.
Cheng Chubi then smiled slightly. It seemed that Chef Mei's child must have read a book. At least his flattery was not so stiff and he knew how to be precise.
Next, we started to work. Blanch the chicken breasts, add spices and rice wine to remove the fishy smell. Cook until cooked and no blood is visible, take it out.
Then use a stick to roll the chicken into shreds and chop it very finely. The mushrooms on the side are also chopped finely, and the shrimp skin is also processed.
Then start baking until these ingredients are dry and crispy.
Then it was poured into a large stone mortar and hammered repeatedly until it became a very fine powder.
Cheng Chubi then took a small spoon, scooped up half a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
Everyone focused their attention on Cheng Chubi's face, watching the third young master savoring the scene for more than ten breaths.
Then he nodded slightly to Cheng Ji and Mei Xiaochu. "You guys should try it too..."
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Chef Mei couldn't wait to scoop up a small spoonful and put it directly into her mouth.
In an instant, Chef Mei's eyes widened suddenly, and he felt it.
A strong umami flavor that I had never felt before suddenly exploded on my taste buds and in my mouth.
What kind of smell this tastes like, it can't be described in words.
Chef Mei looked at the chicken essence powder in the stone mortar with great shock, and then glanced at Cheng Chubi, who seemed to have known this result for a long time.
“The most delicious taste in the world that Mei has ever tasted in her life is none other than the fish soup at Yuyanlou.
And the umami flavor of this chicken essence gives me the feeling that a whole bowl of fish soup has been condensed into such a small spoon..."
"I really don't know how to describe it, but the feeling this chicken essence gives me is so fresh to my bones." Cheng Ji said with admiration.
Cheng Chubi smiled with satisfaction and asked someone to bring him a glass of water. He then scooped a small spoonful of chicken essence into it and stirred it slowly.
Seeing that there were still obvious suspended solids inside, he asked the handyman to continue scooping.
On the holiday, Duke Lu's family was sitting neatly in the hall again. It was already noon, and Cheng Laosan had not yet appeared.
"Where are your third brothers? Are you helping in the kitchen again?" Cheng Yaojin asked after drinking a cup of Cheng's secret Sanle pulp to quench his thirst.
Cheng Laosi replied loudly, "Third brother said that today he would make the most delicious broth in the world to offer to dad."
"Really? That's a blessing for dad. It seems that the third child didn't suffer any grievances in the East Palace today, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten into the kitchen again when he got home."
"Dad, look at what you said, who dares to bully our old Cheng family?" Cheng Chumo said somewhat unhappily.
"The third child went to the East Palace, not to hang out in the army. In the army, it is about whose fist is stronger."
"But in a place like the East Palace, what matters is sharp words, alas..." Cheng Yaojin said worriedly.
"This kid is so down-to-earth and honest. Dad is afraid that he will suffer a loss when dealing with those literati who like to stab people with soft knives."
While talking, Cheng Chubi led the servants to bring soup with a proud look on his face.
Cheng Yaojin looked at his son with kind eyes, stroking his thick beard like a steel needle with great comfort.
"I said, Third Brother, you kid, you had a busy day yesterday when you joined the job, and today you made soup for your family. You are really thoughtful."
"What did Dad say? Dad, you try it first. Big brother and second brother, how about you all try this broth?"
Cheng Chubi looked very proudly at Cheng Yaojin and others. The Cheng family picked up a spoon and began to drink the soup.
I saw my father taking a sip of soup, a sip of wine, a sip of wine and then a sip of soup.
"Hmm, this soup tastes good. That third child, hurry up and let Cheng Ji serve the staple food. Don't starve your three brothers who are almost burying their faces in the soup bowl."
When a large bowl of corn rice was served, Cheng Chubi saw his kind father transform into a bottomless pit.
In just a few mouthfuls, he swept the bowl of soup into his stomach, and then started to wolf down the meat and fish.
The eldest brother and the second brother followed suit, and the three younger brothers, four, five and six, were not to be outdone. They behaved like wolves and tigers, which made Cheng Chubi have a dark look on his face.
The imaginary scene of a whole family shouting that it smells so good, and then giving themselves a thumbs up and thumbs up, is simply not possible.
Some are just a family dealing with the mountains of big fish and meat like a storm.
The expressions on the faces of the whole family made Cheng Chubi, the most handsome cub of the Cheng family, feel a strong psychological gap. He picked up the broth in front of him and took a sip.
Yes, this soup tastes much more delicious than the soup I stewed at home in the past. Why does everyone in the kitchen say it is delicious?
But my father and five brothers were not touched at all, they only knew how to eat and drink...
"Lao San, Lao San, why don't you eat?"
I had just finished cooking half of the lamb leg, and I drank a cup of Cheng Yaojin's secret Sanle pulp.
Seeing the third child getting up and walking out of the hall with a blank expression, he couldn't help but be a little confused. What happened to this child?
"My child has no appetite. He is already full. Dad, please eat slowly."
Cheng Chubi reluctantly turned around and smiled. Feeling full of loss and confusion, he decided to go back to his house to rest.
"Dad, what's wrong with the third child? He seems to be in a bad mood?" Cheng Chuliang also asked with concern.
"Perhaps something unpleasant happened in the East Palace..." Cheng Yaojin touched the oil stain and said with a sigh.
"Dad, why didn't the third child tell you?" Cheng Chumo wiped his mouth. "How about I go ask the third child."
"Okay, sit still. Men don't have dignity, so they have to take care of some things by themselves. If he can take it, he will be a man."
Cheng Yaojin bit off a piece of meat fiercely and chewed it slowly in his mouth. "Even if something happens and I can't handle it, isn't my father still here?"
After swallowing the meat, Cheng Yaojin narrowed his eyes slightly, like a beast that chooses people to devour. "Boss, second brother..."
"The child is here."
"After lunch, go out to meet your old brothers and walk around to see what news there is in the East Palace. Forget it is a small matter. If it is a big matter, dad will handle it."
"Promise!" Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang obeyed the order solemnly.
Cheng Yaojin's burly and majestic figure loomed on the wall of the Cheng family's front hall where swords, guns, swords and halberds were hung...